The first person to be destined for this was a young man in his early twenties. His nickname was: "Even the most amazing Chopin couldn't express my sadness."
He must have hadn't had a full night's sleep in a long time; he looked extremely listless. Although he asked Wan Jiao if this was normal, he knew perfectly well that it wasn't normal, it was very abnormal.
After all... what normal person dreams of ghost messengers every day, being urged to repay money—I mean, ghost money.
But to his utter surprise, Wan Jiao looked at him for a few seconds and then said, "It's normal."
[I'm dying of laughter! I dreamt about ghost messengers making me owe the underworld 30 trillion yuan in ghost money...]
[The streamer said it was normal, but the guy must have felt really disappointed.]
[I'm just a bystander who wants to know what happens next, and I swear I won't laugh.]
"Even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow." Wan Jiao's use of the word "normal" truly chilled him to the bone. He covered his face with his hands, muttering in anguish, "[I'm a living person, how could I possibly borrow 30 trillion from the underworld? Have they made a mistake?]"
"No mistake, the son pays for the father's debts. Your father's business failed and he ran away, so they can only come to you."
The ratio of ghost money to human currency is 1:1000, so 30 trillion is equivalent to 30 billion RMB.
Wan Jiao could tell that "even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow" because his family was very wealthy, one of the top families in Sheng Guo. Therefore, she bluntly said, "Your father was a businessman in his lifetime. When he came to the underworld, he had the opportunity to start his own business, which is only natural. However, he was unlucky and lost everything."
“30 billion is not a small amount, but it’s not a burden for you. If you want to get a good night’s sleep, pay the money back as soon as possible.”
[If 30 billion is no problem for this young man, what kind of family must he come from?]
[I know all the wealthy people in our prosperous country by heart, but I've never seen this young man before. Streamer, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?]
Don't you guys have any idea what kind of talent our streamer has? I bet a pack of instant noodles that this young man is definitely a newly minted millionaire who just inherited his family business.
"Even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow." Hearing Wan Jiao say that 30 billion would allow him to sleep peacefully every night, he immediately stopped covering his face. [Master, should I just burn cash? And for whom?]
Wan Jiao twitched her lips.
Brains are a valuable thing, please take care of them, okay?
"Buy ghost money and burn it for yourself."
"Even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow." I was stunned. [Master, I'm a living person, can I burn paper money for myself in the afterlife?]
Wan Jiao: "You already owe the underworld 30 trillion, is it strange that you can burn ghost money for yourself?"
[Hahaha, the streamer is absolutely right.]
Am I the only one curious about what kind of business this guy's dad does in the underworld, that he could be 30 trillion in debt?
[Tsk tsk, come on, pay attention to the key points, what kind of business does this young man's dad run that needs to be tested...]
"Even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow." Unable to refute Wan Jiao's words, he could only nod thoughtfully. [Okay, thank you for the guidance, Master.]
Wan Jiao: "You're welcome. Please remember to donate the 1,000 yuan for the divination."
Wan Jiao understood the rule that "even the most brilliant Chopin couldn't express my sorrow." He quickly donated the money and thanked her profusely before disconnecting the call.
Wan Jiao casually grabbed a piece of dragon fruit from Xiao Lejin's fruit plate and popped it into her mouth. "Now let's connect with the second person who is destined to meet us."
[Host, hold on a minute, let's talk about what kind of business that guy's dad was in that he owed the underworld 30 trillion.]
[Yes, host, we all want to know...]
The comments were so uniform that Wan Jiao couldn't ignore them even if she wanted to.
She took another piece of dragon fruit and popped it into her mouth, whispering, "I really don't know what kind of business it is, but I heard that they've started investigating taxes and cracking down on prostitution and organized crime in recent months. I wonder if it's related to this."
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