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The roof leaks just as the night rain falls, and I’m feeling frustrated. Old Black, you Ghost Messenger, a civil servant from the Underworld, what good is the money you took from the living world? Can you even buy a few more bowls of Meng Po Soup with it?
"Old Black has already exchanged the money for Hell Money and burned it. I advise you to hurry to the Execution Office to collect your payment for this task. Although we didn’t help much, it’s customary to treat someone to a meal after their first mission, right?" A person came in from outside; it was Sun God. His mind-reading skills are really useful. "If you don’t go to collect it, Old Black might take action again."
Damn, right! I almost forgot about the Execution Office.
"Where is the Execution Office?" I asked Sun God.
"Behind the cafeteria," Sun God pointed out.
"Uncle Xing, see you later!" I rushed out the door, activating Wind Walking Technique to dash toward the cafeteria at a speed of a hundred meters per second.
"What the hell, how long has this guy not eaten? Is he rushing to reincarnate?" A student I knocked over on the ground cursed at my retreating figure...
Never argue logic with a woman; this saying applies even to gods. I really don’t understand how recharging a meal card relates to the Execution Office.
Indeed, hanging high at the entrance of our great Execution Office is a sign for meal card recharges, and sitting behind the window is a very familiar face—Black Wuchang, Old Black!
"Damn, Old Black! When did you get in there?" I exaggeratedly shouted through the iron bars. This is what you get for pocketing my compensation.
Old Black's already dark face turned unrecognizable; his eyes widened as he said, "I’ve only ever locked people up; who dares lock me up? What do you want? I’ll tell you now, all the money from Jin has been burned; you can’t use it anyway."
"Who cares about that? Quickly check how much the reward is for that Ghostly Blood Shadow Soldiers mission!" I urged anxiously.
"Right!" Old Black smacked his forehead in regret. "How did I not think of that? How much is your compensation? The reward for that mission is top-tier!"
Old Black hurriedly typed on the nearby computer—now even Ghost Messengers can use computers. But it’s no surprise; after so many years in this job, even the apples below are probably faster than us on the ground...
"Damn, I'm rich!" Old Black's eyes had turned into those of a sheep (forgive me; I really can’t type out the Renminbi symbol).
I leaned over to look. One, two, three, four—damn! A full six zeros! It starts with an eight! Eight million! What the hell! I'm rich! Who cares about being an immortal? Once I get this money, I'm going to enjoy myself! What Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs? I don’t know them anymore! Hahaha! How am I going to spend this eight million?
"I’m Tycoon." Hmm, such a lewd voice. I turned around and saw it was Old Black; he had already stretched his hand toward me as if I were a living gold ingot. "Help us poor folks out a bit."
This guy really believes that whoever has milk is their mother.
"Haha, good! Good!" I put my hands on my hips and laughed heartily; fortune turns around like a wheel—wealth is coming my way!
"I can't believe you two are daydreaming." A crisp and pleasant voice rang in my ears. When I turned around, it was Wang Ni.
After returning to JZ Normal University, Wang Ni just left me behind, and I thought she didn't care about it. Turns out she went to change clothes. Well, whatever, at least we can split it; I still have 40,000!
"I'm Yin Zheng'an. Have you accepted the mission?" Wang Ni teased me. "You dare come for the reward without even taking on the mission?"
Her words extinguished the fire burning in my heart...
Damn! I completely forgot that Wang Ni was the one who took on the mission.
Black Wuchang glanced at the computer and expressionlessly pushed me aside. "Go away, you broke loser, don't block my view of the Bodhisattva."
You weren't like this just now... You want to kill me!
I squatted down in frustration; I doubt anyone could understand this feeling of falling from grace.
Wang Ni returned in a long skirt (she actually looks pretty good in a long skirt). At that moment, I was squatting right in front of her skirt. Wang Ni stretched out her foot and pushed me further away.
"What the hell? Do you really have to burn bridges after crossing them?" I shouted as I looked up.
"Pfft." Wang Ni covered her mouth and laughed. It was the first time I had seen her laugh.
To be honest, Wang Ni is not any less attractive than Jin Cha, and she even has an air of superiority about her. However, her usual cold demeanor makes many who want to get close to her give up for no reason. But I know that beneath Wang Ni's icy exterior... lies a lunatic!
Now, right now! She actually smiled at me so gently. It sent chills down my spine...
"Alright, I know I didn't contribute much, and since you helped me with Old Mao and the others, let's split it evenly," Wang Ni suddenly spoke softly, her voice particularly pleasant—maybe it was because it was related to money; anyway, those words echoed in my mind for a long time.
I jumped up from the ground and grabbed Old Black by the neck with both hands. "Quickly give me my reward! And if you don't bring out Hell Money, I'll burn this place down!"
Old Black stretched out his hands desperately towards the computer. "Young Hero, spare me! I'm just a half-hearted worker; if I had eight million here, I would have embezzled it long ago."
That's true; have you ever seen someone go to claim lottery winnings?
"Wait a minute; this is just the mission reward; there are some expenses that need to be deducted," Black Wuchang said.
"Expenses deducted? Was it like this before?" I asked Wang Ni, who nodded in agreement.
"I see, you accepted the mission... five years ago?" Old Black exclaimed. "Then there will be a delay fee, deduct half."
What? Just like that, half is deducted?
"Plus taxes, a total of six people took this mission (Wang Ni, Old Mao, the miner, the monkey, and also Old Horse and Sister Three; this mission was taken on together back then, and since Wang Ni is still alive, the mission continues), so we need to deduct taxes for six people."
"Wait a minute, is this tax deducted at half or the full amount of eight million?" I tightened my grip on Black Wuchang's neck.
"Cough cough, let me go, cough cough." Black Wuchang flailed his arms. "Of course it's based on the full amount..." Before he could finish, I applied more pressure, and Black Wuchang passed out...
With his head drooping, he quickly opened his eyes again.
"What the hell, are you serious?"
"You won't really die?" Ghost Messenger being choked to death? Are you kidding? If I didn't know that, would I be joking around? "Quickly tell me how much we can still receive!"
Black Wuchang started typing furiously on the keyboard. "And there's the money for hiring Horse-Face, one million. I won't count myself and Old Bai; after deducting taxes, you still have one million left. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's intervention counts as well; all in all, after everything is deducted, you still have five thousand left..."
Suddenly, I crouched down just in time as a fist flew over my head with a loud bang. Black Wuchang was yanked out from behind the iron railing.
Yes, Wang Ni was furious!
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