I beat all the ghosts who failed the exam

【Did you drink Mengpo soup today? 】

I don't know when, this sentence has become a must-use language when people meet and greet each other.

"Did you drink?"

"Drink and drink."

"It's really refreshing recently."

"Yes, yes, look at my long black and beautiful hair."

"Look at my little white face."

"I only bought a bowl today."

"It's a pity that Mengpo soup is a limited edition, otherwise I really want to buy a hundred and eighty bottles of it and save it."

……

It was originally just eaten at a university food festival, but it became popular all over the country in just a few days. No Internet celebrity snack can compare to it.Those who failed to go to the Food Festival beat their chests and regretted it. You must know that there was unlimited supply of Mengpo soup when you went there that day, but later, you can only get a bowl after a certain period of time by leaving a message on the official Weibo of Fengdu University. .

Chi Jia didn't expect this soup to be so successful. After the event, he asked Sun Guofang to post the sale statement on the school's Weibo. Together, the two decided to take the route of hunger marketing. The packaging is exquisite but the quantity is really small , A group of people lined up every day waiting to be fed, but unfortunately, only the top [-] were received.

[When will more be released?Beg! 】

[Successfully planted grass!Even if I have to eat dirt every month, I would like to drink a bowl every day, but unfortunately I prepared my wallet, but I didn't buy it at all!No!arrive! (cry loudly)]

[Let’s understand, for something with such a good effect, the materials must be rare and costly.To be honest, compared with those big red bottles and small brown bottles I bought before, this one is really affordable and conscientious. 】

[That's right, before buying those things, you had to queue up abroad to find a relationship, but now as long as you leave a message, it will be your turn sooner or later, so what's not to like. 】

After these people die and go to the underworld, their first reaction when they see Mengpo soup is to rush up and grab it and drink it, rather than dislike it because it tastes bad.

Chi Jia squinted his eyes and listened to the reminder that the task was successfully completed in his mind, and tapped his finger on the table: "Want a reward?"

The ghosts standing in front of him looked at him eagerly: "Look at this... We have made a lot of achievements in this event, right? Can't we have such a small...reward?"

Chi Jia groaned: "It's not impossible..."

A few ghost eyes are shining.

"Vice-principal Sun." Chi Jia turned his head and ordered, "Work overtime and print some certificates of merit for outstanding students."

All the ghosts: "..."

Chi Jia smiled: "When the student commendation meeting is held at the end of the semester, I will award it myself."

After hanging around with unscrupulous principals for a long time, the pure and unsatisfied ghosts at the beginning have long since disappeared: "QAQ"

that's all?

Chi Papi was really stingy.

"Why, not satisfied?" Chi Jia rolled his eyelids.

"No, no, no..." He shook his head frantically.

Chi Jia looked at them inscrutablely, and the ghosts he caught couldn't help but puff up their chests and retract their stomachs. After a long while, Chi Jia suddenly laughed: "I'm just kidding. Count the time, it's time for our group of students to relax .”

All the ghosts: "!?"

"Next Wednesday." Chi Jia closed the notebook in his hand, and said calmly, "All students are ready, let's go out for an autumn outing."

After a moment of silence, the sudden burst of cheers almost knocked over the roof of Chi Jia's office.

He watched them bouncing and embracing with a faint smile, and Sun Guofang came over quietly: "Look, principal, let's go out this time... Shall we invite Mr. Que too?"

Chi Jia's smile paused at the corner of his mouth.

"For our event to be so successful, the Fengdu Group has put in a lot of effort. As far as the national security certificate is concerned, if he hadn't stepped forward, we wouldn't have gotten it in a few months." Sun Guofang said, "No matter what So, we should also express..."

"You went to find him, why didn't you tell me?" Chi Jia restrained his expression.

Why is this tone wrong?

Sun Guofang became careful.

When some ghosts planned to sell Meng Po soup as a beauty product, Sun Guofang thought about the question of its safety. He originally planned to use some of his previous contacts to figure out a way, but who knew what the wind would be? As soon as he was released, Mr. Que came to the door.

Sun Guofang had met the principal and him several times before, and only thought they had a good relationship, and she didn't refuse at all, thinking that it would be good to get on the big ship of Fengdu with such a relationship.

how do you know...

"Is there something wrong?"

Chi Jia frowned.

Not only is it inappropriate, it is simply inappropriate.

He and that person are still in a cold war, and the younger brother hastily ran over to owe favors, what's going on?

"headmaster……"

Chi Jiahuo stood up: "Call if you like, it has nothing to do with me!"

*

After being pushed out of the door by him last time, Beiyin seemed to know that wandering around in front of him should not annoy him. Apart from sending a message to tell Chi Jia that he would stay at Que Ziyuan's place for a few days, he didn't say much.

Chi Jia turned the phone over and over to look at it several times.

The matter of the license, plus those hell scenes that were moved to the food festival are also Beiyin's handwriting.

After doing so many things in An Ru Ruo, she just refuses to come to see him?

good very good.

He gritted his teeth secretly.

Have the ability to hide for a lifetime!

He walked angrily around the campus with his hands behind his back, and before he knew it, he arrived in front of the newly built canteen.

At this time, it was almost time for get out of class to end, and students from some early classes had already come out to eat. When they passed by Chi Jia, they all respectfully called him "principal".

Chi Jia nodded, looking at the building that definitely couldn't be seen as a canteen from the outside.

The antique cornices are combined with the modern light-transmitting design, which is not only charming, but also bright and simple.

Walking in through the gate, the spacious hall can hardly be seen at a glance, with neat and clean seats, scattered windows, everything from Chinese food to Western food, from soup to stir-fried vegetables.

The most important thing is that Chi Jia could smell spiritual power from these fragrances.

This is also normal, if it wasn't for the yin energy, the food in the ordinary world would be tasteless to ghosts, let alone eat it, they wouldn't even be able to taste it.

He was a little curious, so he found a window at random.

The staff inside were brought by Po Meng from the underworld... The assistant, seeing Chi Jia, immediately came over with a smile and said, "Principal, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Chi Jia glanced at the menu and raised an eyebrow, "Land of the Netherworld?"

The name made his heart skip a beat.

"That's right." The one in charge said cheerfully, "The manager said, since we are running a cafeteria in the underworld, it should have the characteristics of the underworld. Look, doesn't it look like a special appetite?"

Chi Jia: "..."

His gaze fell slowly, and he saw that a large plate of shredded pork mixed with black Beijing sauce was still bubbling and bubbling.

The chef: "I heard that people in the world like to mix things with sauce? We tasted it before, and it was really good. We decided that this will be the main special dish we will recommend in the future."

The name of Nine Nether Land really complements each other, and Chi Jia can't help but suspect that after eating it, he can go to see the King of Hades immediately.

"Would you like to try it?"

Chi Jia quickly waved his hand: "No, no..."

He hasn't lived enough.

"Hey, Principal Chi." Granny Meng in a short skirt brushed her long hair and walked down the stairs.

Chi Jia turned her head when she heard the sound, and when she saw her, she couldn't help admiring secretly.

The female ghosts in the underworld seem to be of high quality, especially this Granny Meng. After sweeping away the image of an old woman who was staggering and stooping in his previous impression, compared with Lu Wei, who is already considered the best in the world, she has more flaws. A trace of the mysterious flavor endowed to her by the vicissitudes of time, every move is sultry and soul-stirring.

"I haven't thanked you for giving me a position here yet." Granny Meng looked at him with a smile, and stretched out her slender fingers.

Chi Jia reached out and shook her: "Where, we can only be called Pengpi Shenghui when you come, but..."

He asked with some doubts: "Are you okay if you don't go back to the underworld?"

Po Meng covered her lips and smiled: "Of course it's okay, the big leaders have agreed."

Chi Jia tried her best to control her expression, not to diverge who the big leader is.

"What's more, I have worked in the underworld for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't taken a day off. The vacation I have saved for so many years is enough for me to enjoy decades in the world."

Chi Jia: "..."

This way of vacation in the underworld is truly unbearable for mortals.

Possessing her chin, Meng Po said with great interest, "It's been a long time since I've seen Yang Shi, but I didn't expect this place to develop so fast, such as spas, hot springs, theme parks, playgrounds... I must try them all. "

"Oh, that's right." She said to Chi Jia, "Thank you for your idea of ​​this event. From now on, people who go to the underworld will no longer be afraid of drinking Mengpo soup. You have eased my work a lot. Stress."

Chi Jia said modestly, "It's a little effort."

He thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, if you don't mind, you can also mix Mengpo soup into all kinds of food as a seasoning. Modern people live in a fast pace, and usually don't have so much time to savor it carefully. Foods are very suitable. We can even create a fast food brand that is exclusive to our school and the local government—Meng Po Group, the leader of the new generation of instant soup?"

Po Meng's eyes sparkled: "It sounds very powerful."

Long after the biggest boss in their underworld came to the human world to start a company, she coveted the titles of CEO, president, and chairman of the board.

The beautiful Meng Po rubbed her hands excitedly: "When shall we start?"

"Wait until I contact a few friends to discuss it..." Chi Jia thought about it, and realized that his career was getting bigger and bigger.

The matter of the toy company discussed with Wang Songwei before has been put on the agenda, and the three dead bodies that have lost their sanity are well packed in bottles and stored in Chi Jia's office.

As a beauty product, Meng Po soup is now leading the trend of luxury skin care in China.

Plus the next fast food project just around the corner.

Chi Jia felt that it was time to give himself the title of domineering president.

"That's right." The more she thought about it, the happier Meng Po felt that she should reciprocate, thanking Chi Jia for such a good idea, "Now Meng Po's soup is selling well, but I brought a lot with me when I came here this time. I think you are tired of running such a big school, would you like a bowl?"

Chi Jia was taken aback.

"Try it." Meng Po's smile somehow carried a hint of meaning, "Reducing stress and beauty is just a by-product of it, and for some people, while washing away the lead, it can also revive the skin. Back to something...that I don't even remember."

Chi Jia's heartbeat paused slightly.

The female ghost's beautiful face suddenly became hazy and full of allure in his eyes.

"Give it a try..."

"I can see the confusion in your heart."

"Perhaps... you can find answers to some of your questions."

A jade bowl appeared in Granny Meng's hand, and the milky white liquid in it shook gently, but when it fell into Chi Jia's eyes, it was like ripples falling in his heart, bewitching him like that.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand and took it.

The author has something to say: The countdown to Jiajia's memory recovery.