From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Jian Youning frowned, took out his tablet and swiped it twice: "According to the rules, after your death, you injured a total of 147 people riding bicycles. The medical expenses plus the loss of work time are a total of 14.7 yuan. In addition, the late payment fee of 8 yuan for your 8-day stay in the world of the living, the garbage fee of 8 yuan you generated here, and the cost of sending you to the place of salvation... The total is 147 million yuan."

Meng Liu was confused when he heard this.

Huangmao: "No, you are just making a calculation, right? I am a ghost and I need to pay garbage fees?! What kind of garbage can I produce? And what about the late payment fee? Don't bully me because I have never been to school!"

Something that could have been done for 100,000 yuan now costs more than 1 million yuan according to this man's request. This is too much.

Jian Youning said without blinking, "This is the mortal world, not a place for ghosts. Don't you have to pay to rent a room outside? It's the same principle. As for the garbage fee, I don't know how many people will be affected by your resentment and negative energy. These are reasonable and formal charges."

He then took out a certificate and said, "I am a public official. Everything I do is in accordance with laws and regulations. If you don't want to spend the money, there is another way."

Meng Liu met with the yellow-haired man and carefully looked over his ID: National Security Bureau Special Operations Group, Jian Youning.

There are five stars drawn on it, but I don’t know what they mean.

Huang Mao asked depressedly: "What can we do?"

It's not that he can't come up with more than one million, but it's too much. He is going to die anyway, and he just wants to go to the underworld. After reincarnation, he will drink Meng Po soup and forget all his memories of this life. There is really no need to spend so much money.

"Labor reform, in short, means that you work hard to save enough money and then you can go to the underworld."

Huang Mao didn't want to choose any of them. More than one million was too much, and labor reform was too tiring.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, let me think about it for two days." He turned his back and winked at Meng Liu.

When the time comes and the man leaves, what they do will be a private matter.

But Jian Youning didn't give him this chance: "You have five minutes to think about it."

"Five minutes is not enough!" The yellow-haired man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Jian Youning put away the tablet, and Huangmao quickly pulled Meng Liu aside: "Sister, this person is too annoying, why don't you just send me away, and then you can go find my sister, she will give you money."

Jian Youning pretended not to know about the conspiracy between the two men, and only said to Meng Liu when she turned around: "By the way, once we find that a Tianshi has engaged in improper operations, he will receive a huge fine, which means you will have to pay back the money he owes."

Tianshi is a special profession in this world, that is, someone who handles some underworld affairs. All those who possess mysterious powers and can manage non-human affairs are collectively called Tianshi.

Meng Liu glared at him with a dark face. This man was really evil. He wanted to get rich by blocking other people's path to wealth.

But he belonged to a state agency, and she really didn't dare to go against him.

Jian Youning glanced at Huangmao and asked, "Have you chosen?"

The yellow-haired man was speechless. He was afraid that Meng Liu would not dare to send him to reincarnation now. This man was making a naked threat. He couldn't really let a girl take on his debt for him.

"Okay, can you tell me what labor reform is?"

Jian Youning swiped the tablet again: "There are currently three jobs that are still lacking people. 1. Go to Ningxia to plant trees, 2. Go to manage the Yellow River, 3. Go to the South China Sea to pick up garbage. According to the average salary, you earn 1800 a month, you need to work for 68 years, and then you can be reincarnated."

"Oh my god, can you guys get any darker?" The yellow-haired man clenched his fist angrily. "I wasn't this tired when I was alive. It's been 68 years! I could live another lifetime!"

Jian Youning raised her eyebrows: "We are legal and compliant, so which job do you choose?"

"I'm going to the South China Sea!" Huang Mao replied, "Even if it's just grassroots work, I have no choice but to defend our country's territory!"

"I have an idea." Jian Youning made a seal with his hand and sent the yellow-haired man away in a few seconds.

Meng Liu rolled her eyes. That was one hundred thousand. If it weren't for this guy, she would have made the money long ago. She picked up her bicycle and left without even saying hello.

Jian Youning narrowed her eyes and had a bad temper.

Meng Liu followed the yin energy and found an abandoned amusement park in the suburbs. As soon as she reached the gate, her eyes lit up with excitement.

There must be dozens or even hundreds of ghosts here. If all of them take care of her business, she will become rich!

She quickly parked her bicycle and entered the park carrying a plastic bag.

A ghost with staring eyes and sticking out tongue fell from mid-air.

Meng Liu looked at her with disdain: "You are so ugly."

The ghost unhappily retracted his tongue: "How can you talk like that! I died like this. My appearance is natural. How can I change it? Don't look down on ghosts just because you are good-looking!"

Meng Liu ignored him and continued walking inside. Several children rushed up all at once.

"Sister, what's in the bag? It smells so good!"

Meng Liu smiled and said, "They are all delicious. Do you want to eat?"

The little kids nodded vigorously with saliva dripping down their lips.

"Do you have money?"

The little kids looked at each other, not knowing what money was. One of them was even more aggressive and enlarged his head several times on the spot.

"Leave the stuff behind, or I'll kill you!"

The body of a child, the head of a giant, and the green light would scare a normal person to death here. Fortunately, Meng Liu is not an ordinary person. She slapped the child on the head.

"If you don't have money, just get out of here. Who are you trying to scare?"

The child returned to his original form in depression, with tears in his eyes: "If you dare to hit me, I will go find Uncle Wang!"

Meng Liu didn't care about that and lit the incense and candles on the spot.

The aroma of hot pot immediately floated throughout the entire amusement park.

The ghosts around him surrounded him one after another, closing their eyes and smelling the scent in fascination.

A boy who was quite good at socializing strode forward and said, "Sister, how much do you sell this incense for? Do you have any other flavor besides hot pot?"

Meng Liu glanced at him and said, "Yes, but you have to pay for it."

"I see. I want to drink soup. Do you have any pork trotter soup or chicken soup?" The boy scratched his head embarrassedly. "I was a Cantonese before I died. You know, we Cantonese people drink soup every day and can't eat spicy food."

"Yes, but I didn't bring it today. If you want it, I'll give it to you tomorrow. A bowl of soup costs NT$1,000. It supports WeChat, Alipay, bank cards, Visa, and Tiandi Bank."

Perhaps because he had died for too long and had not had a good meal, the boy immediately took out a stack of paper money that his family had burned for him from his pocket, counted out a thousand and handed it to Meng Liu.

"Then you can help me bring it tomorrow, thank you."

"How much does the hotpot cost? What's in it? Do you have brains?" A female ghost came forward speaking fluent Sichuan dialect.