"Dad, I... wuwuwu..."
Deng Jiale burst into tears.
Seeing his son so sad, his father couldn't bear to scold him anymore and said, "Forget it, don't cry. Your father and I are preparing for the civil service exam in the underworld. If we are lucky enough to pass, our family will receive an extra blessing from the underworld, and we will live in peace and safety in the future."
"Huh?" Deng Jiale was stunned. "Even after death, I still have to take the civil service exam? This is too tragic."
What he hated most was taking the civil service exam. He didn't like being a civil servant at all. Although it was stable, it was exhausting work and didn't pay much.
After his father died, he started his own business successfully and now earns tens of thousands of dollars every month.
His father's voice came again, "What's so miserable? The benefits of civil servants in the underworld are better than those in the human world! Not only can you benefit yourself, but your descendants can benefit too!"
Deng Jiale: "...then you do your best."
"By the way, how's your mother? And how's your work going? Are you feeling unwell? Are you married?"
Hearing these questions from his biological father, Deng Jiale couldn't help but want to cry again. He hadn't heard these familiar questions for nearly two years.
The man and the ghost chatted for a while, but in the end, the signal on Deng Jiale's father's side was bad, so he was forced to hang up the video.
Yunshu slept until night.
She ate something casually and started a live broadcast of making paper-made figures. Then she found out that her haters had given her a tip of 50,000 yuan, which was exactly the price of an iPhone 99+ in the underworld.
Deng Jiale also posted a comment saying, "I used to be a pure atheist, but today... I don't know what to say, but I am very grateful to Yunshu for giving my dad this phone.
If you want to buy it, just place an order. This phone will not disappoint you. Just being able to contact your deceased family members is something that cannot be purchased with any amount of money.
Although the cell phone signal is not very good and the connection is always disconnected, and my father also said that it is not always possible to contact the human world, but at least I can have a thought.
[Isn't this the brother who won the lottery? Did your relatives in the underworld really contact you?]
[Looking at this guy's homepage, he's a professional troll. He not only smears Yunshu, but also smears other streamers. Why did he give Yunshu so much money today?]
[Brother, you weren't bribed by Yun Shu, were you? You're the group leader of Yun Shu's haters, you can't betray her! !]
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