Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Chikeng Village.

There is a cement road into the village. The road is not big but not difficult to walk.

In this day and age, construction and development are going on well in various places, and even the villages are not too difficult.

However, as the taxi driver said, there are really few young people in Chikeng Village.

There are more old people on the street, chatting and walking, and occasionally there are children playing and playing, but there are not many.

The whole village was filled with a sense of twilight and was very peaceful.

The taxi entered the village and went directly to the center of the village.

There is a big tree here, which looks very old. The sound of the wind blowing by is very obvious.

It can be regarded as the most lively place in the village for the time being.

There are many old people sitting in the shade of the trees on stone and wooden chairs chatting.

When the car stopped, Lin Fan got out of the car, walked straight to the chatting old men, and asked about the location of Lao Li Tou's business shop.

Chikeng Village is not a small one, but there are not many people left here, and they are more or less related to each other, so they know each other well.

It didn't take much effort to find a clear location.

And it was not far, about a hundred meters away. Lin Fan walked directly there.

After walking for a while, I saw a store that was not adjacent to other stores.

After all, Baishi store is more unlucky and generally avoids other stores doing business.

In order to avoid other people's bad business, they will always blame the unlucky Baishidian.

There was no signboard hanging above, only a board standing beside the door with a few legible large characters written crookedly on it.

Lao Li Tou's White House.

The overall store is not big, and after a quick glance at the Yuanbao candles, they are basically complete.

Inside the store, in front of a low table.

A short old man in his 60s looked at the store, and next to him there was a child immersed in homework.

Lao Li was on the phone.

"Dad, if you don't have anything to do, come over to the town and live together. There won't be any relatives in the village."

Lao Litou said angrily: "You kid, I have to leave. What will happen to my business here?"

"Let's put down that bit of business. How much money can we make?"

On the other end of the phone, the young man's voice was filled with pride, "To tell you the truth, I was recently promoted to lobby manager, earning 7000 yuan a month."

"Hey, how many paper figures do I have to make to make so much money?"

When Lao Li first heard this, his face showed a bit of joy.

It's not that he was persuaded to leave the village, but he was just proud of his son.

However, the business of Baishi Store is getting worse and worse now.

Originally, there were only some old people left in the village. What spending power could the old people have?

Many stores are just open to express feelings.

In his business store, he can earn no more than 500 yuan a month, even if he spends all his money.

Even giving red envelopes to juniors during the Chinese New Year is not enough.

I heard that my neighbor’s brother went to the city to work as a security guard, earning 2000 yuan a month.

It would be fine for him to live with his son, but he felt that he was not really too old to move.

If you don't find something to do and make some money, you will always feel bad.

Lao Li shook his head, "Besides, it's pretty good now. My grandson can still come over to stay with me on weekends, and I can still teach him to read... Can you and your wife have time to take care of your child?"

He lectured softly and hung up the phone.

Just then, the child next to him raised his head with confusion on his face, "Grandpa, what does explaining it in simple terms mean?"

"Writing by myself, how could I know this posture?"

Lao Li shook his head and scolded him again.

If he wants to know knowledge, who wants to rush to a white shop?

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Lin Fan approached.

Seeing an additional voice at the door of the store, Lao Li told him, "Study hard and don't be distracted by playing with your phone."

After saying that, he stood up, walked out and stood still, taking advantage of the situation to look at Lin Fan a few times.

"What a strange face. Did this young man come to the village to pay homage?"

Generally speaking, you don't go back to the village to pay homage, and you don't need the things from the Baishi shop.

However, this time is not the time to worship.

Lin Fan said bluntly: "I want to buy some ghost money."

"Ok, Ok."

Although I am a little curious, business is still important.

Old Li turned around quickly and quickly took out a few wads of money, all of which were red hundred-yuan bills.

While he was taking it, Lin Fan looked inside a few times.

Compared to the underworld banknote factory, where boxes after boxes are stacked, there are at least billions of underworld notes.

The total amount of this store is not large.

A big black pocket contains the money. Even if it contains all the money worth a hundred yuan, it would only amount to a few million.

Too little.

However, the quantity problem can still be solved.

He had to first see if the money he had thought of was what he wanted, and whether it could be used in the apocalypse when terror befell him.

So, I took over and observed.

When I got it, each stack was heavy and felt great to the touch.

It's not a touch that's close to real money, but a thick and textured paper material that feels like a thin leather towel.

After pulling out a few pictures, Lin Fan looked at them carefully.

For a moment, a familiar aura was detected.

Netherworld atmosphere!

Sure enough, this is the apocalypse after the horror, a feasible and usable underworld currency!

It has to be concocted using ancient methods before it can be used in the last days.

Pure printed matter like the Underworld Money Factory is of no use at all.

"How do you sell your money?"

"It's 20 yuan for a wad of [-] yuan. It's a bit expensive, young man, but the materials I use are also expensive. Paper is made using ancient methods, printed with molds and inks, and cut by hand...the entire process is done manually!"

In comparison, the ones here are more expensive.

A stack of [-] Ming banknotes printed by the Ming Banknote Factory only costs ten yuan to retail.

If you go directly to the factory for wholesale, you can get a stack of five or four yuan.

It's valuable, but the money here is infinitely valuable!

Moreover, after Old Li Tou said this, Lin Fan also knew why the value of Mingqian in the horrific apocalypse was so high and the stock was so small.

It turns out that what people actually burn can be called ghost money, not many.

Even the ancestors have not received much real money, so where can they use it to protect their descendants?

Finally found the right path.

Lin Fan calmed down for the most part, and then asked: "How many are there in total?"

"That's all."

Lao Li pointed at the big black bag and estimated it was only a few million, just as Lin Fan imagined.

Old Li Tou babbled, "No one wants to buy it now, and my body can't do it for a few years... I'll just prepare to buy it in a few years, and I won't do it myself anymore."

"This is the last inventory. If there is any more, there will really be no more."

Lin Fan nodded secretly, "He is a lucky man."

It is conceivable that people like Old Li Tou used to use real ghost money when worshiping their ancestors.

Even if the terrible apocalypse comes, rely on the blessings of the ancestors and give them money.

Lao Litou's family will not be unable to survive.

Perhaps this is the opportunity for the old craftsman.

"I want all of these."

"Do you want it all?"

Lao Li paused. Although he hadn't calculated it carefully, a big black bag contained at least 500 million banknotes.

According to his price, this is 1 yuan.

Use 1 yuan to buy ghost money and burn it?

It's a bit wasteful.

I felt a little sad that the other party was such a waste of money, but at the same time I was very happy after doing this big business.

Old Li Tou nodded happily,

"Then I'll give you a wholesale price of 9000 yuan... There is definitely more than 500 million yuan here."

"not enough."

Lin Fan shook his head and looked directly at Old Li Tou.

"not enough?"

Old Li Tou was silent for a while. He would definitely be happy to make more if he made money, so he asked, "How much do you want? I'll see if I can make it for you."

"I want...one trillion dollars!"