Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 282

Jiu Yuanzi didn't know if ghosts liked it, calling someone stronger than him grandpa.

They are super obedient and honestly queue up to register.

Mr. Ning didn't make a joke either, he was seriously recording the services of torture instruments provided by Nine Prison Gates.

That's serious, it doesn't seem like you're lying to ghosts.

Jiu Yuanzi swallowed the last bite of the cake, the registration had not been completed there, there were too many tortures, and they were repeated.

Ninth hell?

According to the records in the book, it was a place dedicated to punishing extremely evil people.

Think about the aborigines in the dojo, there really isn't a single good person.

She listened to those ghosts racking their brains and said, "Grandpa, our instruments of torture are also good, they can hone our will."

"That's right, and if you walk out through this door, you won't leave any scars, which is especially suitable for cultivation."

"Grandpa, do you think we are right?" They looked at Mr. Ning eagerly, hoping to please him.

Mr. Ning really wrote this down in his notebook, "Yes, but it still needs some investment to actually operate."

"In this way, the company will pay for the packaging for you, sell the tickets uniformly, and you provide the service, so that you can focus on providing the best service to customers without the problem of operating costs."

He asked: "The company's investment is deducted from the ticket revenue. Do you want to pay with Ming coins or items?"

The ghosts hurriedly said: "We want incense and white wax, and Mingbi can't buy anything here."

"Can you worship once a month to eat? If there is no meat, steamed buns and rice will do."

President Ning suddenly smiled, "Yes, I can provide you with food once a week, one meat, one vegetarian, staple food, plus fruit, and the dishes are different every week."

All the ghosts cheered excitedly, they were just lonely ghosts, even if they could see something to eat, they would not be able to eat it if no one put an offering in front of the incense.

Now there is something to eat every week, as well as meat and fruit, this grandpa is so kind!

A ghost timidly raised his hand and asked, "Can I have a glass of that wine? Just a little."

Yup!

And forget about the good stuff like wine.

Mr. Ning was surprisingly easy-going, and he agreed, "No problem, 85-degree liquor will be provided at the same time as the dishes every week."

Things that have been eaten by ghosts will have no taste at all, and the wine will be like water, without the slightest alcohol content.

Jiu Yuanzi said from the side: "85% liquor, can't it be industrial alcohol?"

"Industrial alcohol is 95 to 99 degrees, and 85 degrees of edible ethanol is also available." President Ning glanced at her, and then took out another big cake from nowhere.

"Would you like another one?"

Jiu Yuanzi waved his hand and said, "Didn't you say there is only one, and I don't want to eat it."

Mr. Ning said: "The one just now is sweet, but this one is salty. It is divided into eight kinds of meat fillings. Every bite is a surprise, so you don't know what meat you ate."

"This..." Jiu Yuanzi wanted to refuse, but he was curious as to where the eight meat fillings were hidden.

By the time he reacted, the cake was already in his hands.

She started to bite again, and the first bite was a surprise, flying fish roe stuffing.

It's so special, I thought it would be beef or pork.

Over there, President Ning continued to discuss the final matters of the contract with those ghosts.

"You may not know that the burning of paper money and incense is no longer allowed in the mortal world. Joss candles are controlled products, and they will be confiscated and destroyed if found."

"This is a feudal superstition and an illegal act."

Jiu Yuanzi raised his head suddenly, his cheeks were full of cakes, and he looked at Mr. Ning in astonishment.

What nonsense is this talking about? When she went to buy Ming coins, the whole street was full of joss sticks.

The kind of incense that is used to grab the first incense of the God of Wealth can be as thick as an arm and nearly two meters high. Where can there be any controlled products.

Mr. Ning said calmly: "If you want joss sticks, I can only take the risk and buy them from the black market, and the price is very high."

"This business is too risky, let me think about it."

The moods of the ghosts went up and down, and they were played by him several times. Now everyone folded their hands and looked at him through the door.

Even Jiu Yuanzi chewed the cake slowly, looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to hear how he was going to fool these ghosts.

At this time, President Ning raised his head and said, "I did some calculations. If I want to maintain a balance of income and expenditure and keep the business in a good cycle, I can only guarantee you so much salary."

"Every month, each ghost provides 30 sticks of incense and two white candles. I will ask guests to give you good reviews. The top ten ghosts with good reviews every month can get two sticks of incense and one white candle as bonuses."

"No.1, next month's weekly worship dish, add a dessert and a meat dish."

The ghosts immediately cheered and hugged each other, almost weeping with joy.

Then Mr. Ning suddenly changed his voice and said: "But if there are too many bad reviews, wages will be deducted, and one bad review will cost you two incense sticks."

"The last three times, it will be closed for rectification, and it will not be allowed to work for a month, and it will not be able to get wages and worship dishes."

The ghosts patted their chests and promised that they would be good employees.

After the conditions were negotiated, Mr. Ning took out a roll of yellow paper, a puff of black smoke fell on the paper, and quickly wrote a standard formatted contract on it.

Finally, he pressed his thumb on the signature, and his name was printed on it.

Then President Ning threw the paper into the gate of the Nine Prisons. The ghosts froze for a moment, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "This is a promise made by ghosts!"

This proves one thing, the man outside the door is not a liar, but someone who is really related to the underworld.

You see, he even has the authority to make contracts with ghosts, so he can be trusted.

As a result, the ghosts rushed up, and puffs of black smoke were drawn from their bodies, and fell on the yellow paper.

Below Mr. Ning's name, the words "Nine Prison Gates" appeared.

The yellow paper floated out and returned to Mr. Ning. He said to the door: "You guys rest first, there will be a staff welcome party the day after tomorrow, and I will let you have a good meal then."

"Don't call me grandpa in the future, call me boss."

The ghosts were as happy as if they could be reincarnated, "That's great, sir! The boss is so kind."

President Ning closed the door, put away the yellow paper and looked at Jiu Yuanzi, "Now let's talk about the operation of the Nine Prison Gate. Do you want to sell the door to me at one time, or take the form of splitting the tickets?"

Jiu Yuanzi exclaimed, "You're even cheating on me!"

"How is it possible, who can fool you?" Mr. Ning said.

"Go to the general command room, I will draft a contract, and we will sign the contract after you agree."

He didn't have such thoughts at all, it would be good if he didn't get tricked by Jiu Yuanzi.

Jiu Yuanzi followed him into the command room, and saw the ghost bride's puppet at a glance.

She froze for a moment, this puppet looked exactly like the ghost bride in the dojo.

When she approached and touched it with her hand, she saw the writing on it, and it turned out that she was really a ghost bride.

Although she didn't know how Ning always got the ghost bride, she was not surprised at all.

The female bosses in the dojo like to run out after him, and each of them is interested in it.

Jiu Yuanzi showed a smirk, and looked at Mr. Ning, he is really a big president who exudes the charm of attracting ghosts all the time.

Mr. Ning happened to turn his head and saw her expression, he took a step back instantly, and subconsciously made a defensive movement with his right hand.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"..." Jiu Yuanzi had no choice but to say, "Do you have any more cakes? Give me some more when I leave."

President Ning heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll call now and let the kitchen make it."

It was frightening to death, and I thought she had made some kind of attempt on me on a whim, which was hard to refuse.

Being too pretty is also a nuisance.

(End of this chapter)