Song Mian took a bite of the duck neck, gasping for breath from the spiciness, and looked at Lin Jiaojiao with a puzzled expression, asking, "Is Quan Zhi's ghost really that hard to find?"
“The ghost realm is mostly populated by low-level ghosts, and ghosts who have committed suicide are more likely to lose their memories of their previous lives. They are very likely to stay in some remote corner of the ghost realm, so finding her will definitely not be an easy task,” Lin Jiaojiao said with a serious expression.
Song Mian blinked and gave Lin Jiaojiao a bright smile: "But I know you must have a way, right?"
Lin Jiaojiao hesitated as she gnawed on the duck neck in her hand, and finally sighed helplessly under Song Mian's expectant gaze: "Little boss, you overestimate me. Even if I take more offerings to the Ghost Realm, I still won't be able to find Quan Zhi through the Management Bureau. Searching for other ghosts is absolutely forbidden; the Management Bureau is very wary of this."
"Why?" Song Mian originally thought that as long as the Bureau of Management existed, the personal information of all kinds of ghosts would be managed in a unified manner, and it would not be difficult to find Quan Zhi, the ghost.
Unexpectedly, the management bureau did not give her that opportunity.
After organizing her thoughts, Lin Jiaojiao said, "Simply put, there are also disputes between us ghosts. Especially some disputes from our past lives, which lead some ghosts to want revenge after death. Once a ghost goes to the mortal world to take revenge on its former enemies, then supernatural events can easily occur."
This is not a good thing for the entire ghost realm, so unless it is someone of their own flesh and blood or a blood relative, ghosts generally cannot find out the location of the living.
The same applies to ghosts. Many ghosts had unresolved conflicts in their lives, and bringing them together arbitrarily can have very negative effects, which is why this is strictly prohibited.
"So, this deal I agreed to was never going to be completed from the start?" Seeing Lin Jiaojiao hesitate, Song Mian was completely exasperated. "It's over, it's over. It looks like this eight million is going to go down the drain. Sigh, I was planning to invite all my ghost friends for a barbecue after I made this money, but now it seems like that's not going to happen either."
"You mean a barbecue party?" Lin Jiaojiao immediately pictured all sorts of fragrant barbecue dishes.
Lamb skewers, beef skewers, chicken wings, chicken cartilage, enoki mushrooms, and grilled chives!
As she thought about it, she felt her mouth watering. Lin Jiaojiao grabbed Song Mian's hand and said, "Boss, although I can't find Quan Zhi, a ghost I know can!"
"Who is it?" Song Mian had been waiting for Lin Jiaojiao to say this, and stared intently at Lin Jiaojiao as she asked.
Lin Jiaojiao smiled brightly: "Of course it's Meng Yi!"
Song Mian, who had been full of anticipation, became completely deflated after hearing Lin Jiaojiao's words, losing all her fighting spirit.
“Meng Yi has been avoiding me because he’s worried I’ll ask him for help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let you take the goods he ordered last time.” Song Mian felt very sorry when she mentioned Meng Yi.
Meng Yi is Meng Po's adopted grandson, so his influence in the ghost realm is naturally considerable.
However, precisely because she has the right, Meng Po never allows Meng Yi to act recklessly.
The last time Meng Yi gave Lin Jiaojiao Meng Po's soup, Meng Po quickly discovered it and flew into a rage, finally calming down after a long tirade.
Although Meng Yi was arrogant, he dared not provoke Meng Po, which directly led to Meng Yi no longer daring to patronize Song Mian's shop.
“I can think of a way to lure Meng Yi into the shop. But once Meng Yi arrives, whether you, young boss, can keep him here with your abilities is beyond my control.”
Lin Jiaojiao went to great lengths for that barbecue: "Boss, Meng Yi may not be coming, but that kid is really greedy. If you can seize this opportunity, Meng Yi will definitely cooperate with us."
“You’re right. Meng Yi will definitely be wary when he comes. I need to find a way to lower his guard and make him work for me.” Song Mian murmured, whispering something in Lin Jiaojiao’s ear.
Lin Jiaojiao listened patiently, then frowned in disgust: "Huh? Boss, your idea is way too extreme... In the end, it's either success or complete failure. Are you sure you want to gamble?"
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I've made up my mind!" Song Mian said resolutely.
Seeing how serious Song Mian was, Lin Jiaojiao had no choice but to sigh and say, "Alright then, I'll go back to the Ghost Realm first. You have half an hour to prepare!"
Song Mian readily agreed and quickly went to make preparations.
Half an hour later, Lin Jiaojiao dragged Meng Yi to Song Mian's shop and they stood there.
Meng Yi looked utterly resistant and forcefully shook off Lin Jiaojiao's arm: "What's wrong with you, you devil? I already told you I didn't want to come, but you still insisted on dragging me here. What are you plotting?"
Lin Jiaojiao hadn't expected Meng Yi to guess so accurately. Her gaze darted away in a panic, and she said righteously, "Meng Yi, you're hurting my feelings by saying that. I only sent you here this time because of you."
"It's good enough that you're not trying to cheat me. What can you do for me?" Meng Yi looked Lin Jiaojiao up and down, his eyes filled with distrust.
Lin Jiaojiao felt a pang of anxiety, but said righteously, "Of course I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, if the boss doesn't open at this time, you'll be crying and won't even know where to begin!"
These words worked. Meng Yi, who had initially shown disdain, felt a chill run down his spine and stared at Lin Jiaojiao, asking, "What do you mean? Why would you just close such a good shop like this?"
"Of course it's because she's made enough money. The young owner wasn't an ambitious person to begin with; she only opened the funeral clothing shop out of necessity. Now that she's made several million, she doesn't want to see ghosts every day anymore, so she's decided to close the shop."
Lin Jiaojiao was so into her role that she almost convinced herself by the end: "I originally wanted to bring you here to see if Kani had anything he wanted to stock up on, so the shopkeeper could buy more for you. But I really didn't expect that you wouldn't care!"
"It's not that I don't care, I just can't accept this fact right now. Is the young boss facing some difficulties? Perhaps I can help," Meng Yi said hesitantly.
"You'd better try to get the shopkeeper to help you out. You can only get the things you like from him. If you want anything else, go talk to him yourself. I'm not going to help you anymore." After saying this, Lin Jiaojiao left Meng Yi behind.
She looked as if she had completely lost hope in Meng Yi.
"Lin Jiaojiao, don't rush off." Seeing that Lin Jiaojiao had indeed left, Meng Yi hesitated for a moment, then floated into the funeral clothing shop.
In an instant, an indescribable stench assaulted his senses, causing Meng Yi to stagger.
The table was covered with various strongly flavored foods.
Durian, pickled bamboo shoots, and stinky tofu were placed side by side on the table, vying for attention, and their rich aromas wafted outwards in layers.
Meng Yi was overwhelmed by the smell. After taking two deep breaths, he found that the smell was still there, constantly lingering around his nose.
Soon, Meng Yi began to enjoy himself uncontrollably.
This taste was simply divine to Meng Yi.
However, the most prominent of these flavors is the slightly bitter taste of grass.
Following a peculiar aroma, Meng Yi focused his gaze on the hot pot at the very center of the table.
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