187 ChMy Backyard Connects to the Underworld; I'm Getting Famous by Selling Goods
我家后院通冥府，我靠卖货出圈了
As the 'three-nos' Song Mian—no money, no power, no job—after inheriting the funeral parlor left by her parents, her only desire was to make a fortune!
She waited for three days, but only a female ghost showed up at her door. Song Mian, feeling her empty wallet, slapped her thigh and began her aggressive sales pitch: "Welcome, ghost customer! What can I help you buy?"
Relying on her natural sales talent, she sold a pair of golden Chelsea boots, immediately activating a system that granted her "Underworld Hands." From then on, any item she handled could be instantly delivered to a ghost's hand, cutting out all middlemen and their markups!
Tired of seeing luxury cars everywhere in the underworld? Behold her latest tractor, hand-crank start, 360-degree open-air panoramic view, earning her a set of antique jade bracelets!
Can't get used to the burnt offerings from descendants? She launched various proxy shopping and takeout services, delivering global cuisine instantly!
Just as she was about to become a billionaire with her own hands, Song Mian encountered bizarre relatives who tried to snatch her shop and business. Seeing this, all the ghosts were enraged, causing various ghostly phenomena like 'ghost walls' and 'ghost lamps,' terrifying the odd relatives who cursed Song Mian as crazy for doing business with ghosts.
Song Mian successfully topped the rich list, disdainfully remarking, "How can ghosts be scarier than poverty? As businesspeople, we must broaden our horizons!"
