Living Paper

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Bai Zhun didn't even need to look at it, he could tell by smelling it that these paper bundles belonged to the owner.

What was supposed to be burned for the souls of the dead was not burned, and I don't know which ghost snatched it from them. If they didn't receive what they should have received, these ghosts would naturally come to collect debts.

The more Yin Qi gathers, the more strange things will happen.

"These props are all bound by paper-making shops. We ask people to tie whatever we want, and the origin is clean."

Manager Guo immediately denied it, he thought Bai Zhun was the God of Wealth just now, after hearing him say this, he secretly looked at Huo Zhenye's face.

I thought to myself that Mr. Huo must have been cheated by charlatans. When the company first opened, he met people who wanted to ask for money in various ways every few days.

The next thing is to do things to change Feng Shui, and everything needs money, it's all a liar's trick, anyway, he won't pay a penny!

Huo Zhenye glanced at Manager Guo, knowing what he was thinking, lowered his head and asked Bai Zhun: "Should I just burn it?"

"If you borrow something from someone else, you have to pay some rent."

Buy some ghost coins and burn them to these debt collectors, treat them as the rental fee of paper bundles, and burn them when they are used up.

Borrowing and repaying, it is not difficult to borrow again.

When Manager Guo heard this, he smiled, opened his mouth, and called out: "This is the style of a master, and it was solved easily. Mr. Bai really has a way."

Don't overdo it, don't recite scriptures, don't change Fengshui, so save money!It was only a few pennies to buy the knife ghost paper, so he decided to be generous and buy two bags of tinfoil ingots and burn them to these debt collectors.

Bai Zhun didn't bother to pay attention to this man, the smell of copper on his body was much stronger than others, and pointed at Huo Zhenye: "You bring that over here and I'll have a look."

He pointed the camera with his bamboo stick, and just as Huo Zhenye was about to move it, Manager Guo gave him a wink, and someone moved the camera over.

Bai Zhun and Huo Zhenye were head to head, looking at the things in the small mirror frame, but they didn't catch any ghost images.

Bai Zhun glanced away, then looked back at the camera, his face turned cold, this thing is useless, nothing can be captured.

Huo Zhenye became curious, could it be because Bai Zhun was here that no ghost dared to come over?

He clasps the copper coins in his palm, and holds the palms in a hollow shape, hiding the copper coins in his palm, and looks around like a telescope.

There are people dressed in all kinds of strange shapes on this set, a person wearing clam shell clothes walked up to Huo Zhenye, he put down the copper coin, the "clam shell" was still there, and slowly went to the shed next door.

When I probed, I saw that the Dragon Palace under the sea was being photographed over there. Needless to say, the distant view of the Dragon Palace was also drawn, and the coral and seaweed in the close view were all made of paper.

A round lamp was placed inside the giant paper-wrapped shell. When the light bulb was on, it really looked like a pearl.

Even if there are ghosts here, mixed among the actors, there is nothing unusual about it.

Bai Zhun gave a soft "tsk", and after following him for so long, his eyes are still so blunt, it would be too embarrassing for Qimen to speak out.

"Come here." Bai Zhun dragged out his voice.

Huo Zhenye bent down and lowered his head: "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand, put Weiliang's fingertips on his wrist, pointed him in the right direction, and whispered in his ear, "Look up."

Huo Zhenye's breathing was stagnant, he stabilized his heartbeat, and then he could see that there were blue and white figures floating on the set boards, including old people, children, and women.

Needless to say, this dressing table must have been tied with this woman's funeral paper.

"Why so many?"

Bai Zhun laughed softly, and the sound of the laughter pierced into Huo Zhenye's ears, making him feel hot from the side of his ears to the tip of his heart.

"I came, and they naturally came to complain."

Huo Zhenye rolled up his sleeves. He couldn't make Bai Zhun bother him. He took a pen and walked to those paper bundles. He would draw a cross on the things that belonged to him, and said to Manager Guo, "Burn these when they are used up."

Manager Guo saw that Huo Zhenye was drawing more and more, and the calculation beads in his heart kept ringing, and every time he sounded, his face turned greener, why are there so many!

It seemed that the two bags of tinfoil were not enough. Manager Guo stretched out two fingers, gritted his teeth, and added two more bags.

I walked to the back studio and was about to shoot a family film. Most of the furniture here was real, and there was a child with a pale face standing next to a rocking horse by the wall.

This is his wooden horse, he puffed out his mouth.

Just as Huo Zhenye was about to draw a cross on the wooden horse, Manager Guo's brother-in-law came. He was always in charge of the props. The secretary called him over to explain the origin of these paper bundles.

"It's really custom-made in the store. Mr. Huo, we have limited funds."

The funds are sufficient, and only very poor crews use this method. Starlight Film Company is not short of money, but Manager Guo is known for being stingy. Once he knows this method, he promotes it throughout the company.

Manager Guo's brother-in-law became the director of purchasing at a film company, and everyone outside thought he was a fat job, but Manager Guo was so stubborn that it was impossible to scrape a layer of grease from his hands, so he had to buy second-hand paper to tie it up. .

Did not expect to be exposed.

Huo Zhenye stopped holding the pen, and he laughed: "You bought this?"

Manager Guo's brother-in-law swallowed: "Yes!"

The little boy was angry, obviously his parents bought it for him!He jumped on it, and the paper rocking horse moved without wind, bouncing back and forth.

It seems that there is a child riding on it and playing.

"Really?" Huo Zhenye asked again.

Manager Guo's brother-in-law's legs were weak, and he still wanted to stand up. The paper bundles hanging on the wall began to move as soon as the clock struck, and the paper bundle record player also started to spin.

How could those ghosts have such magic power to move these things during the day, Huo Zhenye knew it was Bai Zhun's prank at a glance.

With a movement of his fingertips, all these paper objects obeyed his words.

Manager Guo's face turned pale, and he slapped his brother-in-law on the face: "You... tell me the truth, where did these come from!"

The brother-in-law turned pale with fright: "Yes, some of them were really bought by me."

For example, the Dragon Palace and those coral shells are all custom-made with extra money.

Those tables, chairs, stools, and gramophones were all bought second-hand. He thought it didn't matter if they were burned or not.

As soon as he admitted, none of these things moved.

Huo Zhenye said to Manager Guo: "I have already told you the method, burn it quickly, and reshoot that part."

When Manager Guo came to this point, he still wanted to finish the filming first, so he asked, "Can we discuss it and make accommodations." Some of them were halfway through filming, and we had to stop work if we needed the scenery. For seven or eight days, the loss was "heavy".

Huo Zhenye suppressed a smile, he had never seen someone like Manager Guo in his life who genuinely loves to make money.

"Then you burn more paper money."

Manager Guo fired his brother-in-law in front of Huo Zhenye. The brother-in-law was crying and said, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I didn't do it on purpose. I can tell my sister when I get home."

Usually this sentence is the sword of Shang Fang, but today it is no longer useful.

"Even if you tell the Queen Mother, you can't delay me from making money!"

Let the secretary stare at the filming of these dramas: "The sooner the better, hurry up and finish filming."

Bai Zhun looked around, and it didn't look like a haunted place. He didn't bother to think about what was reflected in the mirror, so he lazily lay down in the chair.

"Tired?" Huo Zhenye asked, took him away from the film company, and asked him halfway, "Did you buy or rent your house?"

Bai Zhun was drowsy, and snorted out of his nose: "What?"

"How about we buy a house?" The place is too small now, why not buy a western-style building with a garden, paved with bricks instead of stones, and with sloped stairs so that Bai Zhun can go in and out to bask in the sun.

Bai Zhun raised his long eyelashes, looked at Huo Zhenye in the rearview mirror, and saw him smiling.

"The yard is bigger and you can plant flowers. Don't you like flowers?" Before he went, there was no living thing in Bai Zhun's garden, not even a single live flower.

But he really moved the bonsai seedlings to the patio, and he never forgot to water them every day, and he watered two pots of roses to death.

If there is a yard, let’s plant some varieties, and then build a glass greenhouse.

Water the flowers in the greenhouse on rainy days, and water the flowers in the yard on sunny days.

He has a bird made of paper, and then he will make a cat and a dog. The paper cat basks in the sun on the balcony, and the paper dog runs in the yard.

There is a fireplace built on the first floor, and he can warm himself by the fire.

Huo Zhenye regretted it more and more, why didn't he think of it earlier!

"What do you think?" he asked back with a smile.

"It's not that good." Bai Zhun closed his eyes, silently counting the days, Huo Zhenye's birthday is still a few days away.

Huo Zhenye just took Bai Zhun back to the small building of Bai's house, and then drove to Huo's mansion. He had to calculate how much money he had saved over the years.

When Liu Ma saw Huo Zhenye finally come back, she was so angry that she patted him twice: "Young master, you finally remembered which road your home is on?"

"Mother Liu." Huo Zhenye smiled playfully, and took out a wool shawl to flatter Liu Ma.

Mama Liu liked the big red shawl at first glance, but she also pretended to be picky: "This color is too bright, how can I use this color to buy things blindly."

"If I hold a wedding, don't you dress up nicely?"

Mama Liu was overjoyed, she grabbed Huo Zhenye and asked, "Are you with Miss Bai?"

Huo Zhenye didn't know how to solve the "Miss Bai" matter, but he firmly insisted: "Who else but him."

Mama Liu clasped her hands together: "Bodhisattva bless my young master, the young master got married, the young mistress came in, and we will live happily ever after."

Huo Zhenye put his arms around Mama Liu's shoulders: "I want to buy a house for Miss Bai."

Liu Ma thought for a while, then nodded: "It should." The Huo mansion belongs to Mr. Huo, and no one lives in it now. If everyone comes to Shanghai in the future, it will look small.

The young master likes Miss Bai so much, why would he let her see her face, and buy a house to live in comfortably.

"You want to buy a house, do you have enough money?" Mama Liu calculated, if the young master didn't waste money all these years, the old lady alone would be enough to buy a small house.

Huo Zhenye was born pleasing to the eye, with a sweet mouth. When he was in the old house, he was very good at making Mrs. Huo happy. The old lady didn't care which woman was born, except that the eldest grandson was the eldest son and the first grandson, whether it was born of a concubine or a foreigner. All the children born in the room are her own grandsons.

"It's not a small house, it's a big house."

He went upstairs in a few steps, went into the study and opened the drawer, took out a stack of contracts from it, and found the contract of Starlight Film Company.

In addition to the film company, he also invested in shipping with his classmates in the UK before returning to China. The goods were loaded from the UK and disembarked at Shiliupu Wharf. This year, he made a lot of money.

There are [-] to [-] in spare money alone, enough to buy a garden house and raise Bai Zhun.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhun didn't nod at all: "I won't move." This place is near the Temple of the City God, he won't go anywhere.

Huo Zhenye was splashed with cold water, he thought for a while and asked: "What if I take a vacation once in a while?" Doing something that I am embarrassed to do in front of the paper figurine, his eyes glowed brightly, and his white skin was reddish.

He turned away.

Huo Zhenye proudly said, "Then you agree."

The author has something to say: Huo, a dandy with investment vision, seven