Horror: Play as Gojo Satoru and get Ghost Shadow Corps

The county where Lin Bei is located is called Taocheng. I heard that this small county used to make money by wholesale peaches.

But in the past ten years, for some reason, the taste of peaches in Taocheng has suddenly become extremely sour, and the merchants who buy them have begun to dislike the peaches wholesaled in Taocheng.

Therefore, Taocheng's economy has become weaker and weaker in the past two years, and many young people have left here to find jobs in other cities.

This is equivalent to a vicious circle. The less young people there are, the more decadent the city's economy will become.

However, Taocheng's top management has no good solution for this, and the transformation is not so good, so Taocheng can only be left hanging like this half-dead.

In the county town of Taocheng, Lin Bei was discussing the price of gunpowder with the owner of the fireworks shop.

"Hey, boss, how do you sell the black powder here?"

The owner of the fireworks shop is a bald man with a thick back and a full face.

There is also a full back tattooed on the back.

I heard that the owner of this fireworks shop specialized in smuggling when he was young, including arms and shotgun bullets.

This fireworks shop is just a cover on the surface.

Otherwise, no one came to buy fireworks every day, and the business was so bad, why did Mao still eat so well every day?

Big fish and big meat every day?

But what Lin Bei wanted was this kind of shop.

If you were to find a normal and safe fireworks shop, the shop owner might not dare to sell him black powder.

By the way, the fireworks and firecrackers in this world are almost self-sufficient, that is to say, these shops selling fireworks are almost all fireworks made by themselves.

So it is normal for them to have black powder for sale.

The laws of this world are far less strict than the earth in Lin Bei's previous life, and the level of technological development is relatively low.

You can't play software like Bingxixi, besides, if you want to make a fortune from Bingxixi, you must have a mobile phone?

1000 Ghost Shadow Corps, based on [-] yuan for a mobile phone, the investment alone needs [-] million yuan.

The money earned from playing and fighting is not enough to buy a mobile phone.

Big investment, small gains.

And the most important point is that there is no smart phone in this world!No!

There is also selling the darts of the Ghost Shadow Corps ninjas to make money, how much is that steel mark worth?

Even if the broken steel costs one yuan per catty, a steel mark weighs one catty, okay?

100 Ghost Ninjas have ten steel tokens per person, so all the steel tokens add up to [-] million?
Not to mention looking for buyers willing to acquire so many steel labels.

So after all the calculations, it is still the safest and most profitable to let the ghost shadow army work!

Don't even think about moving bricks, jobs that can show their faces are not suitable for ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Legion.

They are all dressed in black and they are not good people at first glance, not to mention the two red eyeballs on their heads that look like light bulbs.

Therefore, the most suitable job at present is to rent a factory for the ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Legion to work.

Convenient and affordable, safe and hidden, a lot of money!
And now Lin Bei has successfully operated it!
Workers like the Ghost Shadow Legion are hard-working, obedient and disciplined, and can work 24 hours a day without eating, sleeping, or even going to the toilet.

It is simply capitalist ecstasy.

You don't even need to breathe air, you can create wealth for yourself day and night.

It was perfect to the extreme.

The owner of the fireworks shop sat on the bench, looking up at the tall and handsome man with white hair and small-frame sunglasses.

After taking a sip of tea, he responded, "Ten yuan per kilogram, not included."

After Lin Bei heard the price, he touched his chin.

The boss is quite talkative, and he doesn't ask himself what he bought the black powder for.

Yes, I, Lin Bei, like this kind of bold boss!

"It's too expensive, boss, five yuan per kilogram!"

After the boss sitting on the ground heard Lin Bei's words, he looked at Lin Bei with a look of evil expression on his face, as if he was saying to Lin Bei: "Are you serious? Don't f*ck bother labor and management, and get out if you don't buy it!"

Facing the boss's death stare, Lin Bei raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"Boss, don't rush to refuse. I want to order ten tons of black powder first!" After finishing speaking, Lin Bei maintained his smiling face and pushed his small-framed sunglasses with his fingers.

After hearing Lin Bei's words, the owner of the fireworks shop's expression became even weirder, and he even faintly felt angry.

Just as the owner of the fireworks shop was accumulating anger skills, he was reading the article.

A wad of safflower banknotes was thrown directly in front of him.

The bundled hundred-yuan bills were smashed by Lin Bei on the small wooden table, and there was a muffled sound that contained the smell of money.

Because Lin Bei's grandfather had saved a lot of cash before he died, so now Lin Bei is almost not short of money, not to mention other things, Lin Bei can still take out a hundred thousand yuan now.

Uh-huh?Um! ! !
('v‵)?

The owner of the fireworks shop was directly silenced by Lin Bei's operation.

"Fuck! Is this kid really kidding me? Is he really going to buy so much black powder?"

The bald boss looked at the wad of red banknotes on the wooden table, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Darling, are you so proud?
Originally, the owner of the fireworks shop thought this kid was here to amuse him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Bei turned out to be serious!
Lin Bei looked at the dull-looking fireworks shop owner, and asked with a smile, "Boss, are you selling it or not?"

Although the bald boss was shocked, he quickly recovered his emotional state.

"Cough, sell it, of course I will sell it, but the price of five yuan per kilogram is really too low. A kilogram of black powder costs at least eight yuan."

Lin Bei: "Five yuan and five, will you sell it?"

Firework shop owner: "Seven yuan, the lowest!"

Lin Bei: "Then six yuan, don't talk about it anymore."

Fireworks shop owner: "Six five dollars, the minimum!"

Lin Bei: "Deal, but I need delivery!"

After thinking for a while, the owner of the fireworks shop agreed.

"Okay, deal!"

After some discussion, the two finally reached a cooperation.

Moreover, the owner of the fireworks shop didn't ask Lin Bei what he wanted to buy the black powder for.

Anyway, I am a fireworks seller, so what does this black powder do with me?Anyway, people can give money. . .

It can be seen that the laws and government controls here are relatively loose.

The social environment is still relatively chaotic, a bit similar to Xianggang in the 80s, various civil organizations and underworlds still exist in every corner of society.

And this shop owner probably isn't the first time selling black powder, otherwise he wouldn't be as proficient and calm as today.

After the negotiation, Lin Bei left here after paying the deposit.

If the bullets of the pistol want to be fired, they must be supported by gunpowder.

Black powder, on the other hand, can be used as the raw material for bullets.

Although black gunpowder is not the best choice for Lin Bei, the advantage is that the production steps are simple, so simple that it can be made by folk workshops, and it is relatively easy to buy.

Therefore, black gunpowder is currently the best choice for Lin Bei.

After completing the purpose of coming to the city this time, Lin Bei felt relieved that his mission was completed.

After completing the task, Lin Bei wandered aimlessly on the street.

Due to Taocheng's sluggish economy, almost all the people living in the city are old people and children, and it is almost difficult to meet some young people who are in their prime.

In order to make money and their own future, those young people with dreams have gone to more prosperous cities to develop.

Even if some couples get married here, most of them leave their children here to be watched by grandparents. The couple work outside all the year round to earn money to support their families.

This is something that can't be helped. Cities that are too poor and economically backward cannot retain young people.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the streets of the county town.

Half of the vendors on the road have already closed their doors. There is less traffic, and naturally there will not be a lot of business. There is less business, so the doors are closed early.

Lin Bei was walking on the street at this time, bathing in the orange-red glow, enjoying the good time that belonged to him alone.

"Let's go, on the small road between the graves~~, the tribute in front of the tomb is my dinner~~a crow and a plague rat are on the grave~~The skull in the coffin is a urinal for getting up at night~~"

(Ding! The behavior of the host complies with Wujo Satoru's behavior! Add 99 to the acting index!)
(Currently, Wujo Satoru's progress has reached 3.8%)

Originally, there were not many people on the street, but coupled with Lin Bei's piercing singing, the street looked eerie.

Just as Lin Bei was singing vigorously and indulging in his own world, the compass in his pocket suddenly began to tremble!

It's over!I won't encounter weirdness again!

After feeling the vibration of the compass in his pocket, Lin Bei immediately opened his six eyes!

After Lin Bei's exploration, he has almost understood the function of this compass.

This compass is like a scanning instrument, and whenever it is close to weirdness, the compass itself will tremble.

And the pointer on the compass will also show the general orientation of the surrounding weird, and the middle part of the compass will also display weird data and information.

Lin Bei quickly took out the compass in his pocket while being alert to the surrounding situation.

The compass needle pointed to a remote alley next to the street.

Lin Bei's blue eyes narrowed slightly under the sunglasses.

Afterwards, Lin Bei held the compass with one hand, and started to walk towards the direction pointed by the compass pointer in a very vigilant state.

The alley is narrow, damp and dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun cannot shine in at all.

This alley is a dead end. At the end of the alley, there are many tattered waste products, wooden boards, plastic bags, and some damaged construction waste.

The humid environment made many mosses and green low plants grow in the dark corners of this alley.

Lin Bei slowly stepped into this dark alley. The gloomy environment here could not affect Lin Bei who opened his six eyes at all.

However, in this corner of the alley, the air is very humid, with a faint smell of grass and rotting soil.

In Lin Bei's vision, he finally discovered the root cause of the compass trembling.

It was a little child wearing a little red cape and a little red hat, strands of blond hair drooping on his chest, and his arms around his body.

He knelt and sat on a piece of booth cloth spread on the ground, and the booth was covered with green grass leaves packed in small transparent bags.

Lin Bei took a closer look, only to find that the grass leaves in the transparent plastic bags were all four-leaf clover!

Little Red Riding Hood on the ground slowly raised her head after seeing Lin Bei's arrival.

He asked softly to Lin Bei: "Hello, big brother with white hair, do you need to buy a piece of luck?"