After about thirty or forty minutes, Ma Fan told Wang Yao and the other person to get ready to get off the shuttle. As soon as the shuttle stopped, he pulled the two of them away in a hurry. Wang Yao felt that he hadn't even stood up properly when the shuttle suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the hole left in the middle of the building after the shuttle left, Wang Yao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "I get it! This is a loop in the middle of the building, isn't it?"
"This is the fifth ring, the core area of our floor. There are a total of ten such shuttle loops on our floor zero." Ma Fan nodded. This time, he didn't skateboard anymore, but instead tucked the skateboard under his arm and hurriedly walked towards the exit door of the shuttle platform.
"Each ring is further divided into ten short rings, ten medium rings, and ten large rings. We were just riding on the eighth ring of the Fifth Ring Road and the Middle Ring Road..."
Wang Yao thought to himself that since the loop was divided into short, medium and long, it should be designed to accommodate different distances. Logically, the speed of the shuttle should be different. Just as he was about to ask again, he saw Ma Fan suddenly stop.
"I want to fly higher, fly higher..." Suddenly, a song started playing. Ma Fan frantically reached for his phone. Seeing that he was in a bit of a mess, and worried that he would skateboard again and make him and Hui Shuo exercise passively, Wang Yao quickly took Ma Fan's skateboard away.
"Mr. Hu, the goods have been shipped! Don't worry, it will be on time. I guarantee it with my life that it won't delay your business..." Ma Fan patted his chest and made a series of assurances into the phone. After hanging up, he looked like he was about to make another call when suddenly the music started playing again.
"Brother Qiao, I'm in the Fifth Ring Road, still busy with your horse-face cosmetics registration. Didn't the Trademark Office say your horse-face trademark is underworld cultural heritage and can't be registered? I'm coming to the Underworld Affairs District to try and pull some strings again. If all else fails, I'm thinking of just changing it to a horse head. A horse head shouldn't be..."
"What...? You haven't received the winning bid notification yet? That's not right! I'll ask for you right away. I know, I know, I absolutely won't delay your reincarnation. If I delay you, when it's my turn, I'll give you the quota... I know, I know, once you're gone, the horse-faced demon is mine..."
The phone call had barely ended when "Fly Higher" came in again.
"Mr. Ding, don't you know I also have a side job as a guide in the underworld? A celestial being just arrived today. I'll take them to the wandering soul office; it'll be over in a bit. Your home renovation won't be delayed. I just went to check on it yesterday..."
"Um... going into the water, right? Well... we ghosts don't need to take showers or use the toilet... right, right, quality of life, quality of life, otherwise why be a ghost? We might as well be human, right, right..."
Seeing that Ma Fan had answered three phone calls in a row and said four things that were not related to each other, Wang Yao couldn't help but feel suspicious. Remembering that he said that the job of guiding people in the underworld was a part-time job, he became very curious. Seeing that Ma Fan was making a call, he had no choice but to wait until he finished the call before asking.
"Old Lin, has Mr. Hu's batch of shoes been shipped yet? What? Not yet? It's been almost an hour, why hasn't it been shipped yet? Don't give me any excuses. I have plenty of excuses than you do. Who the hell listens to me? Hurry up, I'm giving you five minutes to ship the goods out!"
"I told you long ago that part-time jobs can only be done in your spare time. You've turned this into your main job. Are you not planning to do this anymore? Hurry up and get it done. If you can't send it out, you'll be going to the job placement office at the end of the month and finding a new job yourself!"
"Director Kuai, have the reincarnation quotas for this month been released yet?...Really? Great! Thank you so much, Director Kuai...You...don't worry, out of the three thousand cubic meters of yin energy, you can collect one cubic meter from me!"
"Old Guo, Mr. Ding's house needs a plumbing system. Could you find one in the market? I know, I know, the underworld doesn't have those things, but that ghost wants a certain quality of life. What do you suggest? Mr. Ding is the brother-in-law of Bank Manager Yuan, Bank Manager Yuan is related to Director Zhang by marriage, and Director Zhang is Director Kuai's uncle..."
"Director Kuai holds the quota for our reincarnation. You know, those who meet all the requirements have a waiting list for reincarnation that stretches for two hundred years. Do you think we can afford to offend Director Kuai? Yes, you know that. Try to buy it. If you can't buy it, then process it yourself!"
A barrage of phone calls finally calmed Ma Fan down.
"You... you seem to have a lot on your plate," Wang Yao asked with a smile.
"There's no other way. Life is too stressful. If you don't work hard, there's no future." Ma Fan sighed, but he didn't complain.
"Life pressure is high? What kind of life pressure is there in the underworld? Do you eat, drink, and relieve yourselves too?" Wang Yao listened to Ma Fan's sigh and couldn't quite grasp it. What kind of pressure could there be if you're already a ghost? Surely you can't even stop being a ghost, right?
"You immortals live such comfortable lives, it's incomprehensible to us. Hurry up, this matter has been delayed far too much today."
Ma Fan shook his head, showing no desire to speak, but his anxiety was clearly growing. After all, he had several things weighing on his mind, and he had no mood to act as a guide for these two novices from the underworld.
After exiting the shuttle platform, Ma Fan led the two along the corridor. Wang Yao noticed that none of the ghosts riding skateboards in the corridor had disappeared. Although the ghosts coming and going wore all sorts of clothes, they were either Western-style dresses or long gowns, making them appear much more dignified and formal.
Moreover, these ghosts had particularly serious expressions, each one unsmiling and preoccupied, as if they were deciding on the country's major policies and plans, exuding a solemn and profound aura.
Ma Fan led Wang Yao and his companion through a door on the left side of the corridor. Wang Yao noticed that none of the doors in this underworld had any markings, making it very difficult for an outsider to find their destination. It was also inconvenient for the ghosts. He wondered what these ghosts were thinking.
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