I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 79: Blackmailing People’s Ancestors (Second update, please follow up)

 Half an hour later.

Tan Zhibai returned to the Tan Mansion briskly and found Tan Baiwan who was playing mahjong with his wife.

"Why are you back so soon?" Tan Wanwan asked, holding a mahjong in his hand and tapping the table gently.

"Master, what a joy!" Tan Zhibai said with a joyous face: "I just went out and bumped into the junior and apprentice of Uncle Jiu of Renjia Town. After I told them about the weird things in our house, they immediately said to come and take a look. look…"

"What a coincidence? You haven't met the kind of liar who talks about people and ghosts, right?" Tan Wanwan asked suspiciously.

 Being able to build a business of his scale and accumulate a fortune of millions is not that easy to fool!

“Sir, if they are liars, can we tell if we let them try catching ghosts? If they can meet our requirements, it doesn’t matter whether they are liars or not.” Tan Zhibai said.

“That makes sense, go ahead and invite the people in.” Tan Wanwan nodded.

 At the entrance of Tan Mansion.

Mao Shanming said anxiously: "Master nephew, how will we divide the work later?"

“What is the division of labor?” Qin Yao was slightly stunned.

"How to do it? Didn't you say that there is a family of ghosts in Tan Mansion?" Mao Shanming swallowed hard and said weakly: "If we don't communicate in advance, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you by then."

 Qin Yao suddenly realized, and then he remembered that Mao Shanming had no experience in "fighting monsters" with him, and he didn't know his teammate's top secret skill: squatting with his head in his hands.

“It’s not dark yet, and if nothing else happens, all the ghosts in that family should be hiding in the house.

 Uncle Master, are you still coming into the house with me? If you follow me in, you don't have to worry about anything, don't think about anything, just squat in the corner with your head in your hands. If a ghost dares to get on you, see if I kill it.

If you don’t want to go in with me, just pretend to be outside, chat with Tan Baiwan for a few words, and then wait for me to come out. "

Mao Shanming coughed dryly and said, "I'd better stay outside to appease Tan Wanwan. This is my specialty."

The two of them were talking when they saw Tan Zhibai striding out of the courtyard, bowing and saying: "Two Taoist priests, my master has invited you."

Qin Yao patted his uncle on the back and motioned for him to straighten up.

Despite the fact that the uncle is a good person, he still has to maintain a somewhat superior demeanor in front of outsiders.

 Otherwise, it will lower the overall prestige of Maoshan and subtly affect every disciple of Maoshan.

"I, Tan Wanwan, have met two Taoist priests." In the yard, Tan Wanwan glanced at Tan Zhibai and looked behind him. A monster like a demon came into view simply and roughly, frightening his heart. .



 Is this a Taoist priest?

The bandits are not so fierce these days, right?

"What are you looking at?" I have to say that when they first met, Tan Wanwan's look was very impolite, and Qin Yao was not a person who would spoil others, so he immediately asked.

Tan Wanwan was startled, thinking that the murderer was going to kill someone, so he almost turned around and ran away.

“Nephew, don’t be so fierce. You see Master Tan frightened you to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.” Mao Shanming did not dare to scold Qin Yao like Uncle Jiu, so he could only smooth things over in his own way.

Tan Baiwan coughed twice, raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead: "I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. I shouldn't have looked so rude."

Qin Yao nodded silently and said to himself: This Tan Laocai is very knowledgeable and capable of stretching and bending.

 Forget it, don’t scare him anymore.

"Mr. Tan..., let's not talk nonsense. How much will the reward be for catching ghosts for you?" Qin Yao said calmly under Tan Wanwan's frightened eyes. "One... ten oceans." Shocked by the opponent's huge body, Tan Wanwan didn't dare to tell the price of an ocean.

 In fact, in the movie, the reward he originally wanted to give Mao Shanming was an ocean. It was Mao Shanming who had a bad idea and let the ghost Xiaobao appear on purpose to scare people, so he extorted more than 500 taels of silver (bank notes).

“Mr. Tan, do you think I am short of ten dollars?” Qin Yao took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and asked.

 Tan Wanwan: “…”

 What the hell?

This guy is so rich, what kind of Taoist priest can he be?

Mao Shanming looked at Qin Yao's hand with great covetousness.

He was not ashamed to say that at his age, he had never had so much money in his pocket.

"Mr. Tan, to tell you the truth, we don't like money. To us, money is just pieces of paper. It's troublesome to have too much money and not be able to spend it." Qin Yao patted the banknotes in his hand with a look on his face. Serious look: "But if we start a forum for the ten oceans, where should we put our face in the future?"

 Tan Wanwan was dazzled by the pile of banknotes and said loudly: "One hundred taels, no more. No matter how much money you have, you get paid whatever you do, it's all worth it."

Qin Yao shrugged and put the banknote into his pocket: "Goodbye."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mao Shanming hurriedly chased after him and whispered: "Master nephew, one hundred taels of silver is quite a lot. Ordinary people will never see so much silver in their lifetime..."

Qin Yao looked sideways and whispered: "Uncle Master, we are masters of Maoshan, and we can't fall behind. It's only a hundred taels, what does it count?"

 Mao Shanming: “…”

 It would be great if I can have this kind of confidence sometime.

　　　It’s really... what the **** is that called?

"Wait a minute, you two!" Just as they were about to go out, Tan Wanwan couldn't help shouting: "Two Taoist priests, how many taels of silver is worthy of your status?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly, stopped in front of the door, raised his right hand and made an OK gesture.

 “Three hundred taels?”

 “Three thousand taels!”

　　　孺子, a thief!

Tan Wanwan's face turned pale with anger. He wanted to grab the other party's clothes and ask him harshly, "Do you know what three thousand taels means?"

However, when I thought about the stack of banknotes in the other person's arms, the anger that had just surged dissipated unknowingly.

What can he do if he meets such a rich and face-saving mage?

 No way!

"Less, less... Three thousand taels is too much." Taking a deep breath, Tan Baiwan said with a smile on his face: "One thousand and fifty, I can pay a deposit of five hundred taels now. "

 “You think this is shopping for groceries, and you can still bargain!”

Qin Yao turned around and said: "Mr. Tan, I can tell you very responsibly that ghosts are ominous, and they combine poverty, sorrow, decline, disaster... and other eighteen ominous things into one body. They have no magic power or great luck. , Staying with them will definitely be affected. If my prediction is correct, you have been losing money in your recent business, right? Maybe... your health is not as good as before."

Tan Wanwan's face changed for a while, and he finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, three thousand taels is three thousand taels, and I'll give it to you with both hands when it's done!"

Qin Yao smiled silently and turned around.

Mao Shanming looked at him with almost admiration, and was greatly shocked in his heart.

 It is said that they were originally here to recruit ghost employees. Even if Tan Wanwan didn't give him a cent, they would still have to do what they were supposed to do. What would be the result?

Qin Yao blackmailed a total of three thousand taels!

Mom.

 This is the ancestor of blackmail!

 (End of this chapter)