After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Tang Simi brought Third Miss and Leng Xuelu into the store, Yan Hebai delayed a lot of work for today's dinner.

Seeing that Tang Simi and the others had something to do, Yan Hebai watched the three go in: "Miss Tang, I have something to do."

Tang Simi nodded, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Yan Hebai said with a serious tone.

The last time Tang Simi entered the incense shop was on July [-]th, when she was in Beijing.

At that time, I saw that others would burn paper to their deceased relatives on that day.

Tang Simi has no relatives, but suddenly remembered her dead master.

But when she saw the incense shop in Haicheng again, Tang Simi had the most intuitive feeling of the difference between the north and the south.

A small incense shop, a dazzling array of paper-made items.

On the contrary, Miss San was more reserved. Even though Tang Simi said that she could pick whatever she wanted, she only asked the shop owner coyly and in a low voice.

"Boss, do you have the latest mobile phone?"

The boss's eyes lit up, as if he regarded Tang Simi and the others as being taken advantage of.

"The latest mobile phone? You guys don't look very old. Are you going to burn it to a friend?"

The owner of the incense shop seems to be a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, and his movements of rubbing his hands cannot conceal his profiteering temperament.

"Look at your age, when your friend died, didn't you get married?" The owner of the incense shop said, his movements were unambiguous, and he took out some special mobile phones for the dead from the paper shop.

Looking at the picture is very bright, the eyes are a little bit close, it is not an exaggeration to see it as real.

Miss San liked her with all her heart and eyes. With a mobile phone, wouldn't she be able to send messages to Tang Simi when Tang Simi was not at home?

"He was indeed single when he died. The shopkeeper is so accurate." The third lady was happy, and she was willing to flatter the shopkeeper.

The owner of the incense store grinned, "Is that friend of yours who died a man or a woman?"

The third lady wondered, she was standing here, why didn't she ask if she was a man or a woman?

Tang Simi said: "Give me a copy of everything that the dead young girl can use here, and two sacks of gold ingots."

The third lady was happy, and the owner of the incense shop was also happy.

Not long after, he prepared two sacks of gold ingots, and also brought a few things like posters.

"Little girl, look at these, they are all good things."

Tang Simi checked the quality of the ingot, and it was indeed good.

But obviously the good things the store owner said are different.

The shop owner spread the posters one by one in front of Tang Simi.

He also saw that Tang Simi was the one who paid.

"Single little girl, how lonely it is down here, the bottom is similar to us above, her little girl is alone, in case she gets bullied..."

The owner of the incense shop rolled his eyes wildly: "Would you like to pick one she likes? The asking price is [-]. Don't think it's worthless. What I'm selling is not this piece of paper, but the birthdates of these pretty boys. There is a marriage contract."

The owner of the incense shop looked at the three little girls in the shop with his eyes.

A dozen photos of pretty little brothers lined up.

"How about it, does she like it?" The store owner looked expectantly.

Tang Simi frowned: "Isn't this the same as selling the birth date of a living person to a dead person for a yin marriage?"

This is an unlucky and immoral thing for eight lifetimes.

The boss nodded disapprovingly: "Yes, yes, that's the thing, it's old-fashioned, people don't believe it now, but put yourself in your shoes, you living people, at a young age, still want to Find a good man to love you, their dead little girl..."

The boss said with a look of pity: "A girl at this age died early, so she was full of resentment. There is no one who knows the cold and the hot. How pitiful. Look, it's not expensive."

The boss looked at the three expectantly.

Tang Simi only felt that this person was wicked enough.

The third lady was still immersed in the entanglement of choosing a mobile phone.

Only Leng Xuelu came over, she knew all those pictures of beautiful boys.

"Damn it!" Leng Xuelu cursed, picked up a photo, she laughed while cursing.

The owner of the incense shop immediately said: "This little girl has really good eyesight!"

"Where is yours, it is the best selling recently!"

Leng Xuelu held up the photo and asked, "This one is the best?"

"That's right, young girls like it." The boss said hastily.

Leng Xuelu frowned like a twist, "The person in this photo is a scumbag. You want to introduce this kind of man to a dead girl. Are you afraid that girls will come to you?"

The store owner was at a loss when he heard that.

But after all, I could tell that Leng Xuelu was not very satisfied with the man in that photo.

The store owner took out another one and handed it over: "Then look at this, the one in your hand is the best seller in our store, and this one is the best seller in the whole country according to our headquarters."

This time the store owner handed over the photo and changed to another person.

Tang Simi recognized it: "This is not the one from last time..."

The male star who played opposite Leng Xuelu last time.

Leng Xue's teeth itch, why is this still happening? That male celebrity is not bad, but his background is pitiful, why is there still someone burning his photo to the ghost!

Tang Simi asked with a sneer, "Boss, do you burn photos of men in your shop?"

The boss seems to be doing their business: "Yes, wait for me to get it for you."

Seeing Tang Simi checking the quality of ingots, the boss felt that Tang Simi was more knowledgeable than Leng Xuelu and the others, and Tang Simi was still the one who had to pay for things.

As soon as the boss turned around, he took out a stack of pictures of beautiful girls.

The boss said: "The horoscopes of the dead and the living are still particular."

"Why don't you tell me the date of birth of the person you want to marry, and I'll see if it's suitable."

Tang Simi glanced at Leng Xuelu, with a smirk on her face.

"Ox, a man born on July [-]th." Tang Simi said.

The boss counted with his fingers. At first, he rummaged through a few photos, searched and searched, and finally slapped his forehead. He held the photo of the girl in his hand and praised repeatedly.

"Little girl, a perfect match!" The boss said, handing the photo to Tang Simi, and shouted again: "A perfect match! The big beauty is the reincarnation of Pan An, and the two are more than enough to match!"

Tang Simi took the photo and let out a smirk.

She put the photo on Leng Xuelu's face, and asked the shop owner, "Look, is it similar?"

The shop owner swallowed, it wasn't a matter of similarity or dissimilarity.

The photo of a beautiful woman he showed to Tang Simi was the photo of Leng Xuelu!

Tang Simi asked in a cold voice: "In front of the little girl, you want to match someone into a yin marriage, you really have someone digging your ancestral grave!"