"No, no! The grievance has its source, the debtor has its debtor. It was Song Jinyan who said something offensive, it has nothing to do with me!" Lin Zixiang was certain that Song Jinyan was really possessed by something unclean, and he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Jiaojiao.
"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's my brother's descendant, such a coward." Mentioning her brother brought back memories of his past life, and Lin Jiaojiao frowned in disgust. "You came with this brat to cause trouble for the young boss. You might escape death, but you're in for a world of trouble! Do you even know what you did wrong?"
Lin Zixiang looked at Lin Jiaojiao in confusion, and immediately received a slap across the face from her.
Hearing Lin Zixiang let out a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, Song Mian couldn't help but click her tongue and marvel that the slap was even more ear-piercing than thunder.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have lied to Song Jinyan, I shouldn't have let him invest! Actually, the investment was all fake, I just wanted to swindle his money!"
"That's not right! Say it again!" Lin Jiaojiao slapped him again.
George Lam yelled again: "I shouldn't have bullied an innocent girl, and I shouldn't have acted like a hooligan and made lewd jokes!"
"You're still not right! Say it again!" Lin Jiaojiao slapped him again with her backhand.
Lin Zixiang cried even louder: "I... I shouldn't have been naughty when I was in school. I shouldn't have used the rubber band from my homeroom teacher's underwear to make a slingshot to shoot at his windows!"
Lin Jiaojiao slapped her again.
George Lam wailed and howled, recalling all the wrong things he had done in his life.
These mistakes ranged from cheating people out of money to the fact that he was still wetting the bed in sixth grade and causing trouble for his family. Song Mian listened to them with great interest, finding every detail fascinating.
"None of them are right!" Lin Jiaojiao was dissatisfied. She picked up Lin Zixiang, whose face was already bruised and swollen, and squinted her eyes, saying, "Your mistake is that you didn't recognize me as your ancestor!"
Lin Zixiang was already terrified of being beaten. Now, even if Lin Jiaojiao claimed to be his ancestor, or even if Lin Jiaojiao said she was his biological father, he would accept it: "Yes, yes, you are my ancestor. I acknowledge you as my ancestor!"
"Then go back and quickly add my name to the family tree. My name is Lin Jiaojiao, Lin as in Lin Jiaojiao, and Jiao as in Lin Jiaojiao!" Lin Jiaojiao poked Lin Zixiang's head and said loudly.
George Lam cried, tears streaming down his face, "Yes! I've remembered everything!"
"Fine, now get out of here with this trash. If you ever dare to harass the boss again, I'll sleep by your bedside day and night!" Lin Jiaojiao left Song Jinyan's body and then kicked him in the butt.
Lin Zixiang burst into tears. He finally opened the tightly closed shop door and hurriedly carried Song Jinyan out.
Song Jinyan was jostled around all the way, and when he woke up, his face felt burning hot.
"Brother Lin? What just happened?" Song Jinyan had a splitting headache. After trying to recall what had happened, he remembered what had happened, but before he could react, Lin Zixiang slapped him hard across the face.
His already injured face looked even worse, and Song Jinyan quickly said, "Brother Lin, you can't blame me for this. I never expected that there would be something sinister about my sister, and that this sinister thing is your ancestor!"
"What ancestor? I've never even heard of Lin Jiaojiao. Maybe some shameless ghost is trying to scam me." Lin Zixiang tried to recall and said, "However, I do remember my mother mentioning that there's a wild grave without a tombstone next to our ancestral graves in my hometown. It seems to belong to a woman who was expelled from the family in my great-great-great-grandfather's generation. Could that be the ghost from earlier?"
Song Jinyan's eyes lit up: "Brother Lin, you can go home and ask. If it really is that ghost's grave, we can dig up her remains so that she can no longer help Song Mian against us."
George Lam's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? Didn't you see how terrifying that female ghost was just now?!"
"Brother Lin, nothing ventured, nothing gained! Think about it, a corpse is the essence of a ghost. When we get that female ghost's corpse, even if we don't destroy her, we can still control her and make her work for us!" Seeing Lin Zixiang's thoughtful expression, Song Jinyan pressed his advantage, "Song Mian can make the female ghost do evil for her, and we can also use the female ghost to do things for us. As long as we succeed, are we afraid of not making money in the future?"
"But...we can't see ghosts, so we can't let female ghosts possess us every time, can we?" Lin Zixiang still felt a chill when he recalled what had just happened.
Song Jinyan immediately said, "Song Mian couldn't see ghosts before. She must have used some method to become allies with the female ghost this time. As long as the female ghost doesn't help her, I'm confident I can make Song Mian obedient. If we make good use of Song Mian and the female lead, there's nothing we brothers can't do."
Hearing this, George Lam was also tempted: "Okay, then I'll go home and ask my parents about the situation first. If it's feasible, I'll take you back to my hometown to dig up the grave!"
Song Jinyan and Lin Zixiang slunk away, leaving the funeral shop in a mess.
Lin Jiaojiao stood in the corner, fidgeting with her hands: "I'm sorry, boss, I suddenly sensed that my brother's descendants were nearby, and I couldn't help myself..."
"So, as long as your descendants add your name to the family genealogy, you will receive incense offerings and will no longer have to worry about being taken to hell to work?" Seeing Lin Jiaojiao nod, Song Mian was genuinely happy. "That's good, Miss Lin. Congratulations on no longer having to live in fear."
Seeing that Song Mian didn't blame her but instead cared about her, Lin Jiaojiao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. "It's all thanks to you, boss. If I hadn't come to your shop to buy things, I wouldn't have met my descendant."
Their ghosts can only sense the presence of their loved ones when they are very close to them.
Therefore, if she hadn't come to the funeral shop today, she wouldn't have been so lucky as to recognize George Lam.
"Then this can be considered a win-win situation for both of us!" Song Mian looked at the mess around her and picked up the instant noodle bucket that had been crushed into a pancake. "It's a pity that our deal today has fallen through."
Almost all the food she bought had been ruined by Song Jinyan, and she couldn't buy any new instant noodles at this time, so she couldn't deliver the instant noodles to Lin Jiaojiao on time.
Lin Jiaojiao said with a smile, "It's okay, little boss. Why don't you go to get the goods during the day tomorrow, and I'll come back to pick them up tomorrow night?"
"Is that okay?" Song Mian's eyes lit up immediately.
Lin Jiaojiao nodded and said, "Of course! Anyway, I still have three days left. If you give me the things tomorrow, I can still go to the Ghost Realm. Besides, who knows, Lin Zixiang might be able to add my name to the family tree tomorrow, and then I can get the ghost money."
"Alright, I'll bring you some lollipops later, and I'll give you three times what I promised you tomorrow!" Song Mian nodded at Lin Jiaojiao, and then heard the system's businesslike voice in her mind.
[Transaction successful. Transaction method: pre-order transaction. Transaction recipient: Lin Jiaojiao]
[Items traded: Three boxes of instant noodles, three boxes of ham sausages, three boxes of salted eggs, and three boxes of lollipops.]
[Transaction amount: Ten copper coins and silver coins.]
[Transaction Status: Reservation completed, awaiting transaction confirmation tomorrow.]
[System reward has been issued. Please check your account.]
Once Song Mian confirmed that the transaction had been booked, she felt relieved and quickly tidied up the messy funeral shop.
Then, she changed Lin Jiaojiao into a pink dress with a trendy, innocent style.
It was already close to five o'clock, and Song Mian couldn't do a full hairstyle for Lin Jiaojiao. She first took down her hair bun and gave her a simple perm with big, wavy hair.
Even so, Lin Jiaojiao had undergone a significant change. Her already pure and innocent aura had gained a touch of womanhood, coupled with her slightly shy expression: "Little boss, do I look pretty?"
Even though she was also a woman, Song Mian was completely captivated by Lin Jiaojiao's beauty and immediately gave her a thumbs up, "Miss Lin, I can guarantee you are the most beautiful ghost in the world!"
Lin Jiaojiao smiled shyly and returned to the Ghost Realm with the few lollipops Song Mian had given her.
Song Mian finally finished her work after a busy night and lay down on the bed to sleep until noon.
This time, she went to the pawnshop again to sell the antiques she had acquired the previous night.
The shop owner treated her very warmly, and quoted her a price of 20,000 yuan for everything.
This number greatly surprised Song Mian: "I checked online, and a silver ingot is only worth six thousand yuan. These are just some loose silver pieces. How can they be sold for so much money?"
The shop owner was an old man with a white beard. He stroked his beard and said, "Logically speaking, this price isn't appropriate, but I happened to meet a big shot in the collecting world yesterday. He has the same coin as you and is willing to buy it back at a high price, so I'll raise the price for you this time. Young lady, we're all business people, let's help each other out. I'll give you a good price this time, so come back to me next time you have something good."
"Of course." Song Mian exchanged contact information with the shop owner, completed the transaction, and successfully left the pawnshop with 20,000 yuan.
Holding the 20,000 yuan in her hand, Song Mian was so excited she almost cried.
This was the first time she had ever earned so much money on her own.
Filled with gratitude for Lin Jiaojiao, Song Mian quickly went to the small wholesale market to buy more goods.
Little did she know, Lin Jiaojiao was in trouble at the Ghost Market.
"Are you saying that the tributes I'm handing over are of dubious origin, so I can't hand them over at the normal price for tributes?" Lin Jiaojiao stood in front of the counter, her pretty face full of struggle.
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