People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Professor Reid couldn't understand it.

He couldn't understand why a dead person he dug out from the grave and awakened himself could have money.

And the money looked brand new, exuding a lovely ink scent.

No, that's not the point, the point is.

The deceased was not only rich, but richer than himself?

Why are you so rich and buried in that barren cemetery without even a decent tombstone or coffin?

Professor Reid felt that the scene in front of him was extremely weird, but he still instinctively said: "It's just a staycation, no need."

"You don't like money?"

Tang Sen interrupted him with a puzzled expression.

"No."

"That means you don't like my money?" Tang Sen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Professor Reid was startled and said quickly: "Of course not, I like money very much! My dream is to become a rich man!"

"What kind of rich man?"

Professor Reid was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with the topic that was changing so quickly, so he thought for a moment and said, "At least there must be a big manor."

"You need to have servants and helpers, grow large areas of wheat, and have vineyards." As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to feel guilty.

"Is this your dream?" Tang Sen curled his lips: "A manor. If it is in the suburbs of Backlund, it may only cost a few thousand gold pounds."

"Only?" Professor Reid suspected that the person in front of him had no idea about money.

He is already considered a middle-class family in Backlund. His annual income plus bonuses can reach more than two hundred gold pounds. He already has a certain social status and lives a decent life.

And several thousand pounds? Even if you don’t eat, drink or rent a house, it will still take you twenty years to save all your income! If daily expenses are included, it is already a dream that cannot be realized in a lifetime.

Tang Sen was probably able to see through Professor Reid's psychological activities, but he remained calm as he took out a banknote from his hand and said, "Ten gold pounds, this is the accommodation fee for last night."

"This is too much." Professor Reid, forced by Tang Sen's gaze, took the money fearfully.

Tang Sen counted out ten more bills and said, "I don't know how long I will need to stay with you, so I will pay for ten nights in advance."

"One hundred gold pounds?" Professor Reid's breath became a little more urgent. He tried hard to look away from the banknotes and said: "My place is not worth so much. In fact, my weekly rent only costs one pound and two." Suler, this amount of money is enough to rent it for a year."

"You are honest and not greedy." Tang Sen smiled: "This is a merit worthy of praise."

Tang Sen took out two more bills and put them into Professor Reid's hands.

Professor Reid looked at Tang Sen at a loss and opened his mouth.

This is not normal, very abnormal.

Why do I feel like this dead man is throwing money at me? This familiar sense of sight

He shuddered as he felt a bit like the ladies who were tipped in the clubs in Bogle District.

"Why? I...I can't do it."

Tang Sen smiled and said, "You also need to change into more decent clothes."

The sense of déjà vu is stronger

Fortunately, Tang Sen's bad taste did not continue. He said seriously: "Professor Reid, I have a job here that I need you to complete. Of course, it is paid."

Professor Reid breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of job? My abilities are limited and I may not be able to do it well."

"Don't worry, everyone can do it well." Tang Sen's lips curled up: "For you, this may be a dream job."

"Spend money."

Professor Reid: "???"

"Literally." Tang Sen said: "I need you to spend money, a lot of money."

"You can buy the manor of your dreams, or you can buy shares in various companies, or even just live and drink. I only have one request. Let the people of Backlund know you as quickly as possible."

Professor Reid: "."

He could understand every word the deceased said, but when put together, he really couldn't understand it.

Is this work? No, what's the point of this?

"Can it be done?" Tang Sen asked.

".I don't understand." Professor Reid said with a confused face, "Why me?"

"First, you dug me out, just take it as a thank you gift." Tang Sen said simply and directly: "Second, I need an identity, an identity that can reach various circles."

"Third, I am rich, very rich. I am willful when I am rich."

"If you need an identity, you can just ask someone to get one. Why bother asking me?" Professor Reid said this and was stunned for a moment: "You want me to stand in front of the stage so that you can hide? Just like those big shots. Like white gloves?”

"You react very quickly." Tang Sen said, "So, what's your decision?"

Professor Reid looked at the banknotes in Tang Sen's hand, and then felt the thickness of the banknotes he was holding.

Big 10 pound note! He hasn't seen it a few times at all!

The dead man was right, it was a dream job for anyone.

Even if the deceased has some hidden purpose, who has not fantasized about spending money lavishly and experiencing the fun of buying whatever he wants?

There are probably a lot of people who would be willing to take such an opportunity, even if the cost is death.

So he gritted his teeth and said, "Can I ask, how much can I spend? Can I have five thousand gold pounds?"

Tang Sen stared at him and smiled mysteriously.

It wasn't until he started to feel a little uncomfortable that he said, "Is this all you have?"

"Ten thousand gold pounds?" Professor Reid swallowed.

Tang Sen smiled and said nothing.

"It can't be fifty thousand gold pounds, can it?"

Professor Reid began to feel that the other party was joking with him.

If you have that much money, you can directly try to buy land, donate to political parties, and obtain a title.

"What you need to consider is how to make everyone think that the huge amount of money you have is reasonable." Tang Sen just said: "As for the specific amount."

He patted Professor Reid on the shoulder and said seriously:

“You don’t have to think about a number you can’t spend.”

"Get ready to go out, we have to buy clothes."

Tang Sen paused for a moment, "By the way, as an external person, I will be your distant relative. For example, cousin?"

"No, no, no." Professor Reid was startled: "How can I be your cousin? It's more like you being my cousin."

Professor Reid didn't know the other party's age. Perhaps, it was enough for him to regard the other party as his ancestor.

"But you are older than me." Tang Sen said silently.

"."

Professor Reid opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Finally, he choked out a sentence: "Then what should I call you?"

"Raleigh." Townsend said, "Raleigh Baggins."