The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The pastry business has been entrusted to Manager Liu, and Meng Qinglang didn't want to bother any more, so he was referred to him for the development of new pastries, so Meng's Rong Dingzhai launched a new one.

Without any advertising, on the first day of sale, the line had already lined up on the road. Meng Qinglang gave a lot to He Yanzhou and his work partner. With the help of desserts, He Yanzhou's story of "adopting an old lady" was suddenly covered by the media. Found.

For a while, He Yanzhou was labeled as handsome and kind-hearted.Anxi Group was established, and Meng Qinglang wanted to help He Yanzhou find out the old lady's past life immediately, but was stopped.

"I've confirmed that she is my mother."

He Yanzhou said so, and Meng Qinglang gave up. With He Yanzhou's rise to the front line, the "Meng's" he "endorsed" has also become the most popular dessert in the entertainment industry.

With word of mouth, Meng Qinglang is not worried about selling, but it is a pity that the manpower is limited, and the supply is still limited every day. Meng Qinglang has thought about the improved pastries, and there is no ghost business. He makes a limited amount every day and distributes them as employee benefits. up.

Anxi Group didn't have enough ghost hands, so Meng Qinglang swiped a pen and recruited!

The basic salary is the minimum required by the system. According to He Yanzhou, this salary is not as fast as their own cultivation. Meng Qinglang extravagantly added at least one piece of refreshment per month. On the day of the interview...

In the courtyard, Meng Qinglang sat in the interview room made up of wooden tables and chairs. Looking at the ghosts in front of him who either lacked arms and short legs, or whose bodies were as stiff as zombies, Meng Qinglang felt them. However, if the suit is taken from a dead person...can it be washed and worn again?

The ghost who came to the interview seemed to be very nervous, sitting on the wooden chair and shaking, but he died for some reason, his whole body was almost rotten, leaving only the bones, which made rattling noises when they collided with the chair.

Meng Qinglang coughed, and the bone man stopped immediately, and then made a fine "Gada Gada" sound.

Sheng You flipped through the documents he submitted, gave him a contemptuous look, and said, "Next."

Two jets of water burst out of the bone man's empty eyes.

Meng Qinglang hurriedly comforted him: "Wait, even though it's only a middle-level ghost, at least ask him what he will do."

The bone man "clicked" and pulled his arm off and poked it into the soil. In an instant, the ground within one meter around him seemed to be ossified and hardened.

"I was a gardener before I died. If Master Meng is willing, I will cover all the garden decorations in our underworld in Yangjian. The defense can resist high-level ghosts!"

Sheng You looked disgusted: "I shattered when I slapped it."

"We need such a ghost." Xi Yan smiled. He was wearing a sky blue suit, fair skin, and some acting skills. He looked amiable. Meng Qinglang frowned in disgust. He didn't expose his poor acting skills, so he heard Xi Yan continue to say under the grateful eyes of the bone man, "But... what the group needs now is more ghosts who can handle the affairs of the underworld, maybe... the salary of the internship..."

"I am willing!"

The bone man stayed like this.

"Next person!"

A big ghost floated in through the crack of the door, sat down and said, "I don't need salary during the internship!"

Meng Qinglang felt that he was probably the most stingy boss in the world, but since the ghosts behind all asked for no salary...then he should treat everyone equally, but he felt sorry for it, and added a half-a-month salary to the remuneration area of ​​the internship contract. The reason why he gave half of a piece of pastry was really not deducted by him, but he was really afraid that something would happen to them if they were greedy.

The remaining ghosts rejoiced, Xi Yan straightened his tie, and stood in the yard to give psychological comfort to the ghosts who had not received the admission notice from all directions: "Don't be discouraged, practice hard, one day, you too can step into the The gate of the Anxi Group!" Turning around, he encouraged the intern ghosts who stayed behind, "The three-month conversion of the Anxi Group is only for positions in the yang world. Go up a level!"

"Ow!"

Xi Yan looked so strange, Meng Qinglang sipped the juice and watched him busy, why did he suddenly work hard, turned around and saw Sheng You next to him, Meng Qinglang raised his eyebrows, indeed the enemy made people progress.

Relying on the increase of talents, Anxi Group is gradually getting on the right track. Ghosts in courtyards come and go. Meng Qinglang just wants to find a few living people to increase his yang energy. Under Feng Jun's recommendation, the front desk of Anxi Group has become a Taoist It is the best choice for disciples to go down the mountain for practice. Occasionally, with the help of middle-level ghosts, they can practice exorcising ghosts.

What attracted them the most was... After working here, it is more convenient to borrow divine power.

Everything was on the right track, and Meng Qinglang lived again steaming cakes, basking in the sun, eating in class, etc... I can't wait for the day to die, the only drawback is that the front yard is full of ghosts, and the scenery is not good. It can be nestled in a relatively small backyard, lying on a rocking chair and swinging.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Xi Yan for a long time, it must be... three days, I don't know what I'm busy with.

Meng Qinglang was thinking about it, when the ghost helping at the front desk suddenly rushed through the wall: "Master Meng is not good!"

Meng Qinglang was falling asleep, tilting his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's not good, my lord! There are a lot of officers and soldiers ahead!"

officers and soldiers?Meng Qinglang went around to the front yard, and saw Uncle Liu, who had come to give old man Feng a gift, was standing in the front yard with the search team, as if he was going to move forward, but he was actually standing still.

Meng Qinglang looked at the curious onlookers in the sky and on the ground. There were so many ghosts, it was only natural for them to hit the wall when encountering ghosts.

Old man Feng went out for a walk, Feng Jun went out to work, Sheng You went to filming, Muying went to school, and so on... Except for a few Taoist priests at the front desk, he seems to be the only living person?

Director Liu's thoughts at the moment are similar to his. The seemingly small courtyard, no matter how they walk, they will never reach the end, as if they will return to the original point when they pass by a certain place. The surrounding is quiet, and there is no one. Captain Liu He looked at the sky and swallowed, it was clearly daytime...

There is a gate behind them, but they can't go back. After staring at it for so long, they finally found evidence of Meng Qinglang's crime, so they can't give up halfway!

Meng Qinglang glanced at the remodeled reception room, and several Taoist priests looked at each other. They usually received ghosts, and they really didn't know whether they should receive people, so they could only look at Meng Qinglang innocently.

Meng Qinglang waved the ghosts back to work, sat on the steps and waited for a while, watching them get tired from walking in place before standing up.During this period of time, a lot of people came to their small courtyard through unannounced investigations. Many ghosts reported that they were hindered by living people when they went out to work, and their efficiency was greatly reduced. As the leader of Anxi Group, it was time to show his strength.

Meng Qinglang went back to the room and changed into a neat suit. He seemed to be a lot more domineering, and beckoned to let the bone ghosts in charge of security withdraw and hit the wall. In Director Liu's eyes, he saw Meng Qinglang appearing in the middle of the yard out of thin air. .

"you……"

Meng Qinglang didn't look at him, but turned to the middle-aged man next to him, tugging at his suit with his palm, looking a little embarrassed.

Uncle Xi looked at him for a while, and said, "It's really you, Xiao Lang. If you confess, you will be lenient and you will resist strictness. There is no future for crimes. As long as you reform yourself, you are still a good boy."

Meng Qinglang looked at him excitedly: "Uncle, I must confess!"

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