The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Meng Xingluan interrogated the nine ghosts again the night he returned home.

Each ghost's explanation is different, but only one thing is the same.

That is, they must not go to the underworld. They will have to make enough money before going! I have suffered all my life, and I don’t want to continue to suffer in the next life.

Meng Xingluan half-smiled, "You haven't earned enough after hundreds of years?"

One sentence made all the ghosts look at each other in shock.

Finally, the long-tongued ghost glared with a pair of scarlet eyes and said stubbornly: "Do you think money is so easy to make?"

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat.

Human beings are developing new tricks every day, and their ideas cannot keep up with the changes of the times.

And the biggest problem that troubles them is how to allow humans to see them.

The room fell into silence.

Meng Xingluan is not a kind person. If these nine ghosts are released, they will definitely return to the construction site.

Yin energy is not a nourishing thing for living people.

Therefore, the best place to go is the underworld.

Meng Xingluan put them back into the container again. After waking up, he received a call from Sheng Chuli.

"Luan Luan, I had a dream last night, which gave me new ideas about this land."

Sheng Chuli said in a calm voice on the phone.

"Ok?"

"Actually, I think it would be good to open a haunted house. The site is large and we can build many haunted houses with different scene types."

The nine ghosts stayed in the container all night, so it was completely impossible to design a dream for Sheng Chuli.

As for Sheng Chuli's dream, there was only one word that could explain it.

edge.

He has a destiny with these nine ghosts.

Meng Xingluan simply followed suit and said, "If you want to build a haunted house, I can provide you with nine NPCs here."

Sheng Chuli: "?"

Meng Xingluan: "I will ask my junior brother Song Nanzhu to contact you for the specific details."

Meng Xingluan got up and packed herself up before calling Song Nanzhu.

When the boy got the container containing the nine ghosts, his eyes were full of excitement.

Metaphysics is also divided into several categories.

But he is better at reading faces, and catching ghosts can only be regarded as an entry-level apprentice.

But he never gave up his love for catching ghosts.

"Senior sister! You are the number one in my heart! I love you to death!"

If circumstances allowed, Song Nanzhu would like to hang on Meng Xingluan like a koala at this moment.

Then aim at that exquisite and flawless profile and squirt a few times.

But the fact is that if he dares to do this, he will never see the sun tomorrow.

"Song Nanzhu, your current task is to take them to experience various haunted houses and then ask them to write a summary."

If you have been dead for hundreds of years, you will definitely be out of touch with today's society.

If you want to have a blast in the haunted house, visiting the store is also essential.

"Received! Senior sister, I promise to complete the mission!"

After Song Nanzhu left with the nine ghosts, Meng Xingluan also went out.

She cashed out all the income from the live broadcast. After deducting the taxes and company shares, she got 300 million.

Meng Xingluan first went to the 4S store to pick up the car.

The car salesman's eyes lit up when he saw her.

The leader would recommend the expensive one, and he would blow up the car with his mouth. Meng Xingluan maintained a cold attitude throughout the whole process.

"Miss, let me tell you, there are only five of these cars in the world! Don't think I'm bragging, there are no more than two of these cars in Haicheng!"

"The purchase price now is particularly favorable, not 998, only [-] million!"

Meng Xingluan, who only had 300 million in his pocket, took a fancy to a white Audi in the store.

Ignoring the hard-selling recommendation, the woman pointed her hand and said, "I want this car. How much does it cost?"

Sales talk without stopping.

His eyes widened in disbelief, "Miss, the configuration of that car is not as good as this one, are you sure..."

"It's just transportation. How much does it cost?"

Seeing the big solo career, the originally enthusiastic sales suddenly became cold.

"The landing price is 150 million."

Meng Xingluan swiped the card to pick up the car.

This scene was all filmed by someone who cared about it.

Charlene changed hands and posted the photo to the social group, with a very disdainful look on her face.

[Charlene: It seems that Meng Xingluan is not doing well. She can only buy bargains when buying cars... Without the Meng family and the Zhou family, she is nothing! 】

The photo only captured the woman's beautiful profile.

It was obviously a random shot, but it was still incredibly beautiful.

Charlene bit her lower lip, jealousy shining in her eyes.

[Zhou Pianran: It turns out that her marriage to my brother cost a lot of the Zhou family's money. You don't see her hanging out with poor people. I'm afraid her family's fortune will be emptied this time. 】

[Qi Mu: Actually, I think this car is pretty good-looking. 150 million is not cheap, right? 】

[Xia Lin: @青木, are you sick? Are you from our side or Meng Xingluan's side? 】

[Song Weiwei: @Qi Mu, please stop saying a few words. 】

[Qi Mu: What happened to me? I can’t tell the truth anymore? I'm really convinced. 】

Meng Xingluan knew nothing about the quarrel in the group because of her.

After completing all the formalities, she drove away directly.

She has one more thing to do today.

That is to give Mr. Zhou a sleeping charm.

I was supposed to ask the old man to send someone to pick it up, but I never got in touch.

So Meng Xingluan had no choice but to make the trip alone.

It takes four and ten minutes to drive from the city to Laozhai.

The journey was smooth and we arrived 5 minutes earlier than expected.

The old house stands in the forest, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and very fresh air.

Meng Xingluan parked the car outside and walked to ring the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was the servant of the Zhou family.

The new servant didn't know Meng Xingluan. She asked, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"My surname is Meng. I'm looking for Grandpa Zhou."

Perhaps the old man had given instructions in advance, so the servant let her in directly when he heard her surname was Meng.

"Miss, please sit down wherever you want, and I'll get you some water."

The old house is quiet and quiet.

The servants were busy performing their duties.

Only occasionally a few would cast their gaze at where Meng Xingluan was sitting from time to time.

Curious and amazed.

No malice whatsoever.

This feels much better than the last time I came here.

The servant brought a glass of lemonade, and just as he bent down to put it down, a woman's questioning voice came to his ears.

"Isn't Grandpa Zhou at home?"

"Yes, I've already sent someone to call the master."

Meng Xingluan's eyes fell on the stairs, and his soothing brows instantly wrinkled.

The seemingly non-existent black air spread out quietly.

Meng Xingluan stood up and was about to walk over there, when a servant came from the entrance saying that his husband was back.

Zhou Yubai did not go home alone.

Next to him was an old man dressed in a fairy-like manner.

The man recognized Meng Xingluan at a glance.

"Meng Xingluan?"

Meng Xingluan stopped and turned around when he heard the sound.

Her unpainted facial features are beautiful and cold, with dark pupils beneath her long eyelashes.

She was wearing a white tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and three-quarter ripped jeans. She had long arms and legs, which made her very eye-catching.

"Why are you here?"