After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

"It is better to pay a man for a fish than to give him a fish."

Middle-aged man: ? ? ?

"You, me, this..."

It was the first time a middle-aged man encountered such a logical genius, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Si Huai frowned: "You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

"I recorded all the conversations just now."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Si Huai narrowed his eyes, picked up his phone and took a picture of the middle-aged man's face.

With a click, the middle-aged man fell silent.

Si Huai zoomed in on the photo and looked at it, it was very clear.

The middle-aged man slowly got up from the ground. He wanted to cheat a sum of money, but instead he was cheated and even beaten up.

When it came to the wound on his face, he gritted his teeth in pain: "I won't run away, this paper shop was passed down from my ancestors..."

Si Huai was a little disappointed, if he ran away, he might be another wanted criminal.

The middle-aged man picked up the glasses on the ground and said slowly: "That little brother, can we discuss it again?"

"These more than 20 paper figures will be delivered in two days."

Si Huai: "Then don't discuss it."

"Give me the paper man, and go to work quickly."

"The kind that can walk."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Si Huai walked into the paper-made shop. The inside area is very large. Half of the room is like a convenience store with shelves. People, paper Zhama.

Seeing that the paper shop was neat and orderly, Si Huai thought for a while: "It's fine if you don't give it to me."

"These paper figurines are here for you."

If you want to tie someone with paper, do you want to put it here?

The middle-aged man was a little confused, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want these paper stick figures for?"

Si Huai: "Run errands."

"Just like you."

The middle-aged man paused, and asked tentatively, "Are you going to use them to blackmail?"

Si Huai: "..."

The middle-aged man quickly said: "I'm not good at craftsmanship, and the paper-made people I make are like paper-made horses. They can walk at most, barely move their hands, and they can't do anything else. Look, I met you. Well, this is a lesson from the past."

"My ancestor's craftsmanship is amazing, he can speak and sing..."

Si Huai was not interested in listening to his blind beeps, and interrupted: "...I don't do illegal things like extortion."

"Being able to walk is enough."

"Where can these paper stick people go?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, the middle-aged man said truthfully, "It's in Shangyang City."

It is enough in Shangyang City, Si Huai continued to ask: "Is there a warranty?"

The middle-aged man's intuition told him that the warranty was not available, but when he saw the phone in Si Huai's hand, he nodded in embarrassment: "The warranty is the warranty."

Si Huai was satisfied: "Then it's settled."

The middle-aged man said weakly: "Well...you haven't told them what to do yet."

"Just run errands."

Si Huai gave him a strange look: "Come add a WeChat, and I'll send you the address."

The second after passing the verification, the middle-aged man received the Excel file.

Name, address, phone number, baby details...

Si Huai took out a stack of amulets from his bag, counted them, and handed them to the middle-aged man: "Just ship according to the order in Excel."

After finishing speaking, Si Huai realized that these paper piercing people had no brains, and a middle-aged man still needed some effort.

He hesitated and said, "Your labor costs...just take it as compensation for our mental damage."

Si Huai pulled Meng Chun, who was in a daze, "Look how scared he is."

"Try to cooperate for a while first. If there is no problem, let's discuss long-term cooperation."

The middle-aged man also began to be in a trance: "You, do you want them to deliver the goods?"

Si Huai nodded: "Didn't you say they can only walk?"

"What else can I do besides deliveries."

The middle-aged man looks dull, but the paper prick can still deliver the goods?

I thought I met a rogue Taoist priest, but I never expected it to be a contemporary Zhou picker.

Si Huai walked up to the paper pierced man, barely picked out a few with noses and eyes, and normal facial features, then took out a marker pen on the table, and wrote the numbers from one to ten on the back of the paper pierced man's hand.

"Just these ten."

After speaking, Si Huai walked to the door.

Just now, the paper-wrapped people around them all changed back to their original appearance, standing quietly at the door.

Si Huai picked up the red dress and green skirt and tied it with paper, and handed it to Meng Chun: "This is yours."

Facing the pale and dull face of the man on paper, Meng Chun took two steps back in fright: "No, no need."

"Let her deliver the goods too."

Si Huai looked down, the paper pierced people without a nose.

After thinking for a moment, he transferred a dollar to the middle-aged man: "Buy her a mask belt, it's not good to scare customers."

…………

A few days later in the afternoon, Dong Dashan came across a Weibo with the topic of Daotianguan.

Xiaotao loves to eat peaches: #道天观# Fuck me, I placed the order at 23:[-] last night, and when I woke up this morning, the Ping Anfu Express was at the door, focus on it, the door! !This is too fast! !

[Fuck, there is still a courier delivery to the door now? 】

[Don't you want to release Fengchao or property?Tell me what courier company it is. 】

【Me too!I placed an order yesterday and it arrived at my door this morning! 】

[It seems that it is not the courier companies now, it is delivered by Daotianguan himself. 】

[I'm next door to Shangyang, why is it still an ordinary express? 】

[Probably because the Daotian Temple is in Shangyang? 】

…………

Dong Dashan put the mobile phone in front of Si Huai's eyes, and asked curiously, "What courier did you cooperate with?"

"I want to buy my girlfriend a box of snacks and have them delivered to her door."

Si Huai recalled the name of the Zhizha shop: "Old Chen Zhizha."

Dong Dashan:? ? ?

"Paper tie? Such a unique name?"

Si Huai pushed the wechat of the owner of Zhizhapu to him, and added: "It can only be delivered in Shangyang City, and it can't be delivered if it is far away."

Dong Dashan sighed: "Forget it, if you are in the city, let the errand knight deliver it."

Si Huai groaned, raised his eyelids, and noticed Dong Dashan's blackened Yintang.

He frowned: "What have you been doing recently?"

Dong Dashan was at a loss: "What's wrong? I didn't do anything."

"I've been chatting with my girlfriend recently, and I haven't even left the school gate. She has a lot of classes these days. Hey, I haven't seen her since she confessed her love..."

Si Huai reminded: "Be careful recently."

"Isn't it? If you are lucky, you will have bad luck."

Dong Dashan sighed, pondered for a while, and muttered: "Could it be because that kid Li Wenshuai went back to the dormitory yesterday?"

"Last night, he said that he ran into some mask monster and was so scared that he couldn't walk, so I gave him a hand..."

Si Huai responded perfunctorily, bowed his head and drew a talisman.

After the matter in Yu Zhen was over, Si Huai went back to living the two-point and one-line life of the school's Lu family. He followed Lu Xiuzhi to school in the morning, and drove home in Lu Xiuzhi's car in the evening.

The evening rush hour on Friday was even more congested than usual. The traffic flow was endless, and it took an hour to move only a few meters.

Si Huai looked out the window and found that the old street where Zhizhapu was located was not far away.

He turned to Lu Xiuzhi and said, "I'll go to the paper shop in front."

Lu Xiuzhi was startled: "What do you want to buy?"

"No, delivery."

Si Huai briefly talked about the friendly cooperative relationship between himself and Zhizhapu.

Lu Xiuzhi was silent: "I will go too."

The two walked into the old street, and Lao Chen sat at the door of the shop and made a paper puppet.

Seeing Si Huai coming, his eyelids twitched, the wound on his face was painful, and he quickly said, "All the goods from yesterday have been delivered."

Si Huai groaned, and explained: "I'm just passing by, so I'll give you the talisman by the way."

Old Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and took the talisman in his hand.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the paper-making shop and said to Old Chen, "Boss Chen, I'm here to pick up the goods I ordered last week."

"Also, do you have any spiritual houses or golden mountains? If you have any, I'll take them all."

Old Chen nodded again and again: "There are some, I'll go and clean them up for you."

The young man glanced around the store, seeing that there were other customers in this small store, he took a second look.

After seeing Lu Xiuzhi's side face clearly, he opened his eyes slightly, stepped forward quickly, and shouted: "Boss Lu."

Lu Xiuzhi paused, subconsciously looking at Si Huai.

Si Huai looked puzzled: "Is he calling you?"

The young man approached and handed Lu Xiuzhi his business card: "Hello, Mr. Lu."

"I'm Qian Qicheng from Hengge Foods, Mr. Zhao Xing's assistant. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Now Si Huai heard clearly, President Lu, not Lu Zong.

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