Burning paper for grandpa, the underworld economy was ruined by me

Nowadays, with the development of society, not only technology has made great progress.

Even funeral supplies have developed to an astonishing level.

I saw many shops filled with Mercedes-Benz BMWs and even Ferraris.

In addition, there are everything Apple technology products inside.

Wan Jianghe was dazzled.

A chubby boss walked up to him and said, "Boss, what do you want to buy? We have it here, and if we don't have it, we also provide special customization services."

Wan Jianghe only felt that his mouth was a little dry, and wondered if there was any special order?

Wouldn't that be a special service?

He opened his mouth, originally wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

The chubby boss seemed to have pierced Wan Jianghe's mind, pointed at the two "big fierce" beauties in front of Wan Jianghe, and said, "You boy, I can see that you are a filial person. I must know that your ancestors lived down there. Lonely, do you want to send two maids to serve you? There is nothing embarrassing about it. I won’t boast about anything else. You can try to find out who’s beautiful maids are better than me on this street. I give it to you..."

The chubby boss talked endlessly.

Wan Jianghe couldn't take it any longer, so he said, "Give me one billion paper money, be generous."

The chubby boss, who was still in high spirits, suddenly lost interest. He thought he had a big client, but he just wanted some paper money.

So he said with a lack of interest: "All over there, don't say one billion, there are ten billion, you can buy it."

Wan Jianghe ignored the chubby boss and walked straight to the place where the paper money was piled up.

Now this paper money is also full of tricks, with huge denominations, starting with an amount of 100 million, and there are still 1000 million in amount.

He thought, although he was in a miserable world in the world of living people.

But you can't let your ancestors have a miserable life in the underworld.

He murmured, "Grandpa, you got the paper money I burned later, don't forget me, your great-grandson."

With a flick of his pen, he bought [-] billion directly.

I thought, this must be enough for my great grandfather to squander in the underworld.

Wan Jianghe can't afford to give away the beauty of Xiangche.

But give as much paper money as you want, first give [-] billion to test the water.

After paying, Wan Jianghe drove away in a dilapidated van.

Vaguely, it seems that I heard a complaining voice from behind, "Fatty Master, I really misjudged the person. I thought you were a filial person, but it seems that you are nothing more than that."

At home, Wan Jianghe casually found an iron basin and burned the [-] billion paper money.

While burning, he said: "Grandpa, you can spend this money as you like, and tell me if it is not enough, but don't give me nightmares at night."

Wan Jianghe didn't take it to heart when the fire was over.

Now I'm mainly facing a miserable life.

After the failure of his business, his life was in a mess, not to mention his girlfriend ran away, and he was also burdened with some debts.

God, he only picks miserable people to bully.

After working hard for a whole day, I only managed to accept two or three orders, and the distances were not far away. I probably made more than 200 yuan.

After excluding various costs, I only made more than 100 on this day.

But tired enough.

After going back to wash up briefly, lying on the bed, Wan Jianghe fell asleep.

In a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, the phone suddenly rang again. He took the phone and pressed the answer button, and said vaguely, "Hi, I'm Lala..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an anxious voice over there, "Great-grandson, I am your great-grandfather, did you burn paper money for me? Why didn't I receive it?"

This sentence made Wan Jianghe, who was originally in a daze, suddenly sober up, "Impossible, I burned ten billion for you, didn't you receive it?"

"Oh, great-grandson, you must have made a mistake. When you burn paper money, you must write your great-grandfather's name and birth date on it, otherwise who knows who you are burning it for? Great-grandson, leave time for great-grandpa It's not much, if your money doesn't arrive tomorrow, grandpa will be finished, remember it's only [-] million, you can't bear it if it's too much."

After speaking, the other side was ready to hang up the phone.

Wan Jianghe hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait, what's your name and date of birth?"

"You unfilial great-grandson, have you forgotten your great-grandfather's name? Listen carefully, my name is Wan Baoshan, born in 1900, and my birthday is July [-]th."

Wan Jianghe is a little confused right now?
Feelings that burned [-] billion yesterday equals to nothing?
He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up.

He suddenly thought of one thing, after death, shouldn't one go to hell to be reincarnated?
His grandfather has been dead for many years, so it goes without saying that his great-grandfather has been dead for at least several decades, right?

It has been decades, but there is no reincarnation, what is going on?

Could it be that something happened to the underworld?
However, compared to what happened in the underworld, Wan Jianghe still wondered if he had been pranked?
After thinking about it, he still decided to believe in the so-called great-grandfather once.

After he calmed down, he looked at the time and found that it was already early morning.

The paper money I bought during the day had already been burned, so I had to go to the funeral street to buy some more.

After he got dressed, he drove the broken bread towards the place.

When we arrived, all the shops were closed, and it was eerie to come here at night.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Wan Jianghe couldn't help shivering.

Walked to the paper making shop during the day.

Wan Jianghe raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Boss, boss..."

After shouting several times in a row, the chubby boss opened the door, still cursing: "It's late at night, who is knocking on Fatty's door."

Wan Jianghe said with some embarrassment, "It's me, I'm here to buy some paper money."

"Fuck, you come here to buy paper money at night, you are really a filial son."

The chubby boss couldn't help but complain.

Wan Jianghe paid quickly, took the paper money and went back.

At home, this time Wan Jianghe was different from the last time. When burning the paper money, he deliberately picked up a pen and ink and wrote on his grandfather's name and birthday.

Wan Jianghe carefully wrote 1000 million RMB.

I wrote ten, exactly one hundred million.

After finishing writing, Wan Jianghe suddenly felt a little tired physically, his eyelids could not droop, and he felt drowsy.

Wan Jianghe quickly lost control, walked towards the bed, and fell asleep in a daze after a while.

When he woke up the next day, Wan Jianghe felt very tired.

According to the usual time, he planned to go out and do some shopping.

But looking at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

Wan Jianghe was stunned...

He used to get up at six o'clock every day in order to make money.

What's going on today, you slept until eleven o'clock?