Chapter 30 Underworld Backend Management System (2)
Hearing Zhang Mo's concern, Jing Ci felt there was hope and quickly patted her chest to assure her: "I do have a few spots for those who have been brought back to life. In principle, it's not allowed, but her situation is quite special. If we use them on her, it shouldn't be a problem."
Only she knew how precious this chance to be resurrected was; there were only two such opportunities in a thousand years.
However, if one could exchange a spot for Zhang Mo's help, it would still be a worthwhile deal.
Zhang Mo didn't agree immediately. She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then asked seriously, "How about this, you tell me first, what is your concept of 'balancing accounts'?"
She needs to figure out the government's "rules" first, otherwise the system she writes won't work and it will cause delays.
"You just said that there are very few spots for the resurrection," Zhang Mo continued, her tone calm but clear. "Those who aren't dead can be added directly. But what about those who are already dead?"
Jingci waved her little hand and explained, "Because in principle, it is not allowed for the dead to come back to life, so if it is found that the calculation was wrong, the lifespan can be transferred to a direct relative."
Simply put, as long as the total lifespan is the same, it's fine.
Zhang Mo: "......" This is too much of a rip-off.
But then I thought about it again, and the system became much simpler.
In just a few seconds, she had quickly sketched out the basic form of the system in her mind: just use any template, the simplest CRUD operations, put the warning information on the homepage, and a bunch of bar charts, line charts, and pie charts, that would be enough.
For her, who had experienced countless complex demands, this was a piece of cake.
"Okay." She finally relented, but then a crucial question came to mind. "However, there's another problem. Do you have any equipment here? Servers, computers, broadband, or anything like that?" She looked around the study filled with bamboo slips and found it hard to imagine that such modern equipment could be found here.
Jingci said matter-of-factly, "Of course I don't have any, but you do. Just buy some and bring it over."
Zhang Mo raised an eyebrow: "You have money?"
We can't just pay out of our own pocket, can we?
It's not that she can't afford it, but having to pay for her own work is completely against Zhang Mo's life principles, and just thinking about it makes her feel uncomfortable.
Jingci confidently replied, "Our currency certainly won't work where you are. But we have something else."
As she spoke, Jingci waved her scepter again, this time revealing a huge warehouse, like an infinitely extending space with no end in sight. The warehouse was piled high with boxes, with only a few ghostly lamps hanging from the rafters, their bluish-green light making the boxes look somewhat eerie.
The air was filled with the smell of metal and dust.
Jingci walked to a half-open box, pushed it hard, and the lid creaked open. Inside, gold ingots were piled up haphazardly, reflecting an alluring golden light under the glow of the ghostly blue flames, almost blinding Zhang Mo.
Jingci picked one up casually, weighed it in her hand, and said with a frown, "It's so annoying. I don't understand why you humans like to burn these gold ingots so much."
They burned paper, but we turned it into real gold.
But this stuff doesn't circulate around here, so sending it over would be useless and would just take up space.
It's supposed to be metal, but it's so soft and flimsy that it can't be used to make weapons; it's practically garbage.
As she spoke, she even squeezed the gold ingot in her hand hard, leaving a clear fingerprint.
Jingci was extremely disgusted: "It's too rubbish, do you want it or not? If not, you can take it all."
I'm giving you a special bag that can transport things directly between the underworld and the mortal realm.
"This is my only one, so please don't lose it."
As she spoke, Jingci took out a cloth bag about the size of a child's schoolbag. The bag was dark black with a small white skull embroidered on it. It looked like silk, but it was more durable than silk.
Then, without saying a word, she started stuffing gold ingots into the bag. Her movements were quick and rough, and the gold ingots clattered around inside, making a "clinking" sound: "Fill it up! Remember, every time you come, fill a bag and take it with you. Don't leave any here taking up space!"
Zhang Mo: "
Zhang Mo took the heavy space bag, felt the weight of the gold ingot, and let out a long breath: "I'll take this project."
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When Zhang Mo woke up, the full cloth bag was indeed on the headboard of her bed.
Although her health has improved a lot and she has even gained a few pounds, Zhang Mo, being a homebody who doesn't like exercise, is still generally weak and unable to lift a chicken.
But when she lifted the cloth bag containing 30 kilograms of gold ingots, she only felt—
Ah, so light, too light! Next time, pack more.
Then he casually put the bag into the safe.
He took only one piece and handed it to Zhang Yiming, telling him to go out and find any pawnshop to test its purity. If there was no problem, he could sell it directly and see how much it could fetch.
Zhang Yiming was stunned as he held the fist-sized gold ingot: "Boss, did you rob a bank?"
Zhang Mo thought to herself: It's not that shabby. How much gold does a bank have? How can it compare to the wealth of the underworld?
"Go quickly, and remember to get the ticket."
Zhang Yiming left in a daze, and later sent a message saying that, according to the test, the gold was of very high purity.
This gold ingot weighs 800 grams, and at the day's buyback price of 800 yuan per gram, it sold for over 640,000 yuan.
Proof that it's pure gold is enough; selling too much gold at once could attract police attention. So she decided to buy the equipment with her own money first, and then sell it gradually later.
The initial equipment purchase cost over 10 million yuan, and all of it was delivered to the company.
She also bought some dark Lolita dresses that matched Little Yama's style.
This is a real "big spender," so it's never too much to cultivate a good relationship with him!
They then found several high-level fire-type monsters, and it took them an hour to burn it all down.
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