The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

"I see, so what do we do next?"

Lu Jian had never experienced these wealthy families' affairs before, and he couldn't guess the twists and turns involved. Now that Ling Xiao had explained it, he had a general understanding of it.

At the same time, it also strengthened his determination to never return to the Lu family.

"Go back to the clubhouse, find Fan Binghua, and call the police. We must investigate further. If Fan Binghua is testing us, we must not dare to call the police!"

"Fan Binghua has been in City A for many years, so he should have some connections of his own. What if he really called the police?"

"Oh, who doesn't have some connections? We still have my Uncle Wang. If he dares to call the police, Lu Yubai will never get out!"

Everyone is equal before the law. No matter how powerful the Lu family is, they cannot protect a murderer with solid evidence.

Sure enough, when they returned to the club, saw Fan Binghua and proposed to call the police, Fan Binghua stopped them directly.

"Xiaoxiao, since you two are fine, I think we should just let this matter go. Otherwise, if we really want to strictly count it, you and Xiaozhi will also be involved. Don't forget that he was beaten by you and had to be hospitalized before!"

Although he had guessed that Fan Binghua would say that, Ling Xiao was still furious when he heard it with his own ears.

"No, Brother Hua, you are fine, but I almost went to hell. If my ancestors hadn't lined up to kowtow in front of King Yama until their heads fell off to save my life, I don't know if I would be able to stand in front of you alive!"

You don't have to call the police, but this matter won't be easily resolved.

"Look, you're fine, aren't you?"

Fan Binghua still wanted to deny it. Although he had some friends in the police station, his friends could not protect Lu Yubai from murder and kidnapping.

When the time comes, when that coward Lu Yubai tells him everything, he will also be in trouble.

"Wow……"

Ling Xiao's mouth pursed and he burst into tears. His cry was so aggrieved and heart-wrenching.

Ghost Officer A: "No, why is she crying? We haven't cried yet. It was obviously us who saved her life, but now it's her ancestors' credit!"

Ghost Officer B was indignant: "No, no one can stop me today. I will go to her in her dream tonight. If I don't extort 180 billion from her, this matter will not be settled. This is too much of a bully for ghosts!"

A, C, and D all floated to a row in unison: "Come on, brother, we support you!"

They don't dare to send dreams to this evil star, but they still support warriors to fight for the benefits they deserve.

Ling Xiao had no idea of ​​the ghost officials' tricks and was still crying hard. His voice was almost hoarse, but Fan Binghua didn't give him any explanation.

This time Ling Xiao got anxious.

He took out his broken cell phone and pretended to make a call.

"Wow, you rich people are too bullying. I'm going to call Master Fu and tell him that the Lu family in Beijing bullied me and wanted to kill me. Woohoo... too bullying!"

Fan Tianzhi was almost hurt from holding back his anger. Hearing this, he quickly whispered in Fan Binghua's ear, "Uncle, don't let her call Master Fu. Master Fu seems to be planning to adopt her as his goddaughter. He loves her so much!"

"What? Is there such a thing?"

He was away for just one night, so how come his subordinates became Mr. Fu's sweethearts?

Did he miss some big show?

For some reason, Fan Binghua felt a mixture of regret.

It feels like missing out on billions.

Without bothering to ask Fan Tianzhi what happened last night, Fan Binghua hurried over and pressed down Ling Xiao's phone.

"Xiaoxiao, look at you, you're crying like a little cat. Brother Hua didn't say he wouldn't care about this matter. Don't worry, Brother Hua didn't let you call the police because it's not worth it for him. If we don't extort 10 billion from the Lu family today, we'll never let him go!"

Ling Xiao, with tears streaming down his face, looked up at his dirty little face and asked sincerely, "Then, then what time shall we start?"

"what?"

Ling Xiao choked up so hard that Fan Binghua didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"One billion, eight hundred million, which one should we start with?"

Suddenly, Fan Binghua felt overwhelmed.

Ling Xiao hadn't originally planned to call the police, but since Fan Binghua had already brought the ladder to her, if she didn't come down, there would be no way to end this scene.

In the end, the Lu family took out 50 million to compensate Ling Xiao, and the matter was finally put to rest.

Of course, it is hard to say whether the money was really taken by the Lu family.

After returning to the city, Ling Xiao quickly took Lu Xun to the hospital. Although he insisted that it was not necessary and that he could handle it himself, seeing how he limped, she was really afraid that his calf was broken.

Fortunately, after the examination, there was nothing serious. It was just a sprained ankle and a slight fracture. I just need to take some medicine and rest in bed for a few days.

After coming out of the hospital, Lu Xun looked at the faint shadow that always followed Ling Xiao, and his heart moved.

"Xiaoxiao, you've escaped death today, buy some gold ingot candles or something to burn!"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it. My old ghost friends have been dead for hundreds of years and there are no descendants to burn paper for them. It's time to burn some for them!"

"Well, and if you've won money from others in the past, you'll want to burn some of it!"

"Burn, burn, burn, burn them all. Old Yan and Old Cui should burn some too. We are rich now. I suddenly have money but I don't know how to spend it. It's just right to buy some gold ingot candles to burn!"

What Ling Xiao said about buying a spot turned out to be buying a store, and he directly bought the store.

Not only did he buy the store, he also bought the store owner.

"Uncle Jia, your paper-making skills are amazing. Most people don't have your skills. So, I'll give you 30,000 yuan a month, and you don't have to open to the public. You can make paper-making for me from 9 am to 5 pm every day. When they are done, they will be piled up in the warehouse at the back. I'll come over on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month to burn them!"

Old Jia nodded and gave her a look of sympathy and pity.

Alas, how many people died in this child’s family? It’s so pitiful.

"Don't worry, my girl. I will definitely do a good job for you. I'm not bragging. Nine out of ten paper-making shops in City A sell paper money that cannot reach the underworld, but every piece of paper money sold by this old man reaches the underworld. And I have this big villa and a small car. Even the mobile phone stores in the underworld get their goods from me. Only the mobile phones I make can communicate underground!"

If other people heard this, they would just laugh, but Ling Xiao believed it without a doubt.

"Yeah, I said you look like an expert, so let's make it a deal, you can't delay my work!"

"Don't worry!"

Ghost Officer B drove the big off-road vehicle of Niubi Clas to pull the other three ghosts, and praised with satisfaction: "This dead girl is worthy of being a human being. She is much more humane than the ones down there. She still thinks about us brothers!"

Ghost Officer A teased, "Are you going to have a dream again tonight?"

"Why not? We should thank her for such a valuable gift. Otherwise, it will make us, the staff of the underworld, look so uncultured!"