Manager Liu, who came with Zhang Chao, certainly wouldn't stand by and watch him break the master's rules, so he smiled wryly as he tried to stop him.
"Alright, nephew, I know you're a good teacher who cares about the children, and I know that every month you spend your salary on porridge, cigarettes, and the children."
"It's just 50,000 yuan, it's not worth it."
"I have some savings from my life. Little Meina married well, so I don't need to worry about her. I'll give it all to you in a bit."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chao was initially filled with excitement, but then stubbornly shook his head.
"Uncle Liu, I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot be generous with other people's money."
Manager Liu clearly knew that Zhang Chao was stubborn, so he changed his approach.
"It's not for you, it's for Project Hope."
"I donated directly to you, so can you do it for me?"
Zhang Chao was just a contrarian, not a fool. Upon hearing this, he nodded deeply and spoke solemnly.
"Thank you, Uncle Liu, on behalf of the children!"
“Uncle Liu, your granddaughter isn’t with you. Once things are settled here with Quantum, come with me to the mountains.”
"Firstly, it will be convenient for me to take care of you, and secondly, the scenery and air there are beautiful, making it a good place to retire."
Upon hearing this, Manager Liu burst into laughter: "Chao'er, I never expected you to be able to speak in such a roundabout way!"
"If you want me to go to the mountains to help you teach your kids, just say so. How can your uncle refuse you?"
"This is a good deed, I will definitely go!"
......
After Zhang Chao and Manager Liu promised to take good care of the town, Zhao Youliang, along with the "Dog Egg Duo" and Liao Zhiyuan, rode in Li Mao's car towards Hu Xiaochuan's factory.
Zhao Youliang's plan was this: He Xiulian and Cheng Chun were easy to deal with; he could take them down and then rush back to deal with the walking corpses.
When the car arrived near the factory, we could see from afar that funeral couplets were hanging on both sides of the factory gate, wreaths were placed in front of it, and a band was playing music.
It was a scene of death.
Li Mao was stunned: "Holy crap, are we too late? Is that kid Hu Xiaochuan already dead?"
"The spirit has already manifested so quickly?"
The funeral procession refers to the day a person passes away and is carried out for burial.
A band of drummers paraded through the village, with the hearse at the front carrying the coffin, followed by carts carrying paper offerings and other items for the deceased, taking them to the cemetery for burial.
At this point, Li Mao turned to look at Zhao Youliang, his not-so-bright eyes filled with a million questions.
"Quantum, even if Hu Xiaochuan is dead, it's impossible to prepare a coffin, wreaths, and a band so quickly, right?"
"Could it be that he booked it in advance?!"
Zhao Youliang looked utterly helpless upon hearing this: "Li Mao, please, please don't say anything, okay?"
Have you ever heard of anyone being able to pre-order a death?
"What, you think the King of Hell will send his minions to warn you in advance so you can get ready when you're about to die?"
"Should I also make a reservation at the restaurant while I'm at it? Just say that someone in my family is dying the day after tomorrow, and I'm reserving a few tables with you in advance."
"If that's the case, do you think the restaurant will call the police immediately?"
After listening to Zhao Youliang's words, Li Mao pondered for a moment before nodding slightly: "Quantum, what you said makes sense. It seems that death is something that can't be predetermined."
Zhao Youliang was too lazy to waste words with this foolish brother, so he raised his hand and pointed ahead.
"Didn't you see the sign on the gate that says 'Eternal Rest in Peace, Father'?"
"This event is for Hu Dalu, not for Hu Xiaochuan himself!"
As they were talking, the car had already stopped at the factory gate. Hu Xiaochuan, who had been notified, was already waiting there with a heavily made-up woman.
Upon seeing Zhao Youliang and his group get out of the car, Hu Xiaochuan hurriedly came to greet them.
"Master Zhao, you've finally arrived! Please save me quickly!"
Seeing Hu Dachuan's anxious expression, Zhao Youliang secretly wondered: This kid only has bad luck, not death energy, so how could this be?!
Last time, he clearly saw two Taishan ghost soldiers sentence him and his father to death.
Has something changed?
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang secretly activated his "Dharma Eye" and began scanning Hu Xiaochuan's entire body.
Sure enough, this guy's soul wasn't that of a prisoner in white, nor was it Ultraman, but rather a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle—a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle riding a skateboard and wielding two swords!
Holy crap!
In this situation, only the two words mentioned above can express Zhao Youliang's complex feelings.
Upon hearing him swear, Liao Zhiyuan immediately asked, "What's wrong, Brother Quantum?"
Zhao Youliang didn't know how to answer, so he could only gesture for Liao Zhiyuan to open his Heavenly Eye and see for himself.
After Liao Zhiyuan did as instructed and finished reading, he exclaimed the same thing as Zhao Youliang: "Holy crap!!!"
Hu Xiaochuan was completely dumbfounded and panicked after being "fucked" twice in a row, and hurriedly asked for more information.
"Master Zhao, what's wrong with you? Am I really going to die?!"
"Please, have mercy and save me!"
"My dad said he would find a master to save me, but... but he died in a car accident first!"
"That useless old codger!!"
Hearing Hu Xiaochuan call his father a good-for-nothing, his image in the eyes of Zhao Youliang and others plummeted to its lowest point.
If it weren't for the money, I probably would have already turned around and left.
Sigh, what can we do? We're just ordinary people, and we're terrified of being poor.
Even so, Zhao Youliang's face grew even more gloomy.
"Tell me, have you encountered any strange things again lately?"
"Don't tell me it was Cheng Chun and He Xiulian who came to find you. They don't have that kind of power, at least not enough to turn you into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."
"What Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" Hu Xiaochuan was taken aback.
However, Zhao Youliang wanted to explain to him, so he just crossed his arms and looked at the other person with a half-smile.
At this moment, Liao Zhiyuan spoke up: "Hey, you surnamed Hu, you'd better tell the truth about what Brother Quantum asked you."
"If you don't tell the truth, we'll turn around and leave, and we won't refund your money!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Xiaochuan's eyes darted around, and after a moment, he mysteriously led Zhao Youliang and the others to a room where no one else was present.
During this process, he accidentally stepped on the big yellow dog's tail, which naturally earned him a good beating from the town's bully.
It was much harsher than when he beat Zhao Youliang; it was the attitude of a vicious stepfather beating his adopted son—as long as he wasn't killed, he would beat him to death.
Like I said before, if it weren't for the money, our Dog Master would definitely beat that scumbag Hu Xiaochuan to death.
After the beating, Hu Xiaochuan was clearly terrified of the big yellow dog.
Trembling, he hid behind Zhao Youliang and began to recount what had happened:
It turns out that ever since Hu Dalu died on the road to the underworld, he has been dreaming of him every day, telling him to leave this place as soon as possible.
Otherwise, I would definitely die.
But Xiao Chuan couldn't bear to part with this "hard-won" family business... He finally inherited the family business, especially the factory that kept making money, so he didn't take his father's dream seriously.
They even invited monks and Taoist priests to perform rituals, hoping to completely "eliminate" the soul of Hu Dalu so that it would stop haunting them every night...
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