After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 176
[When I came in, I heard the beginning of a new life, and the next second I saw a wreath of white flowers. 】

【This life is too new! 】

[On choosing from the beginning of reincarnation. 】

Netizens have started to organize their own work, while Feng Yin greeted the shop owner outside the camera and asked politely: "Boss, what should I do today?"

"Ah - it's nothing. I'm just asking if it's best to sell it. If it doesn't sell, it's okay."

"That's it - how do you calculate the wages? Is there a commission on the amount of sales?"

The boss is dumbfounded.

Commission?Paper shop?

I really have never thought about this.

"Yes - you can sell a lot of it, but we don't have that much business here."

The boss is an honest man, and his paper-making skills have been passed down from generation to generation, but he is not very good at business and has a stupid mouth. It seems that he will not be able to continue this business.

Li Sanyi contacted him and it was the last chance his boss gave him.

Feng Yin in the camera has already walked into the paper shop. The store is very clean, and there is nothing wrong with it except that the things placed are a bit sinister.

"What is the boss doing?"

"It's okay. Stack the gold ingot."

"Really? I like Jin Yuanbao the most. I'm with you."

Feng Yin took a small bench very discreetly, sat opposite the boss, and started stacking gold ingots.

"Boss, your craftsmanship is pretty good. This gold ingot is stacked just like the real thing. It's round and feels good, and it will definitely look good when you get it down."

"Hehehe..."

The boss laughed a few times and really didn't know what to say in reply.

I've seen some familiar people, but I don't see many people who are so familiar and warm-hearted.

Under the live broadcast, Feng Yin's hand speed was no slower than the boss's.

[Notice that Feng Yin folded the gold ingots, but why do they look so good? 】【Really like a gold ingot, it feels like it's shining inexplicably. 】

[No matter how old it is, there are still people who believe this. Burning it will pollute the environment. 】

Feng Yin, who was stacking gold ingots, brought the phone in front of her at some point and happened to see what the netizen said.

"You see it as feudal superstition, I see it as spiritual sustenance."

"Polluting the environment? Wouldn't it pollute the environment if everything was replaced with plastic?"

"As long as these things are burned safely, they will be sent to the Palace of Hell as soon as the wind blows. But the plastic ones, besides fooling ghosts, really pollute the environment."

Feng Yin's few simple words gained the approval of the boss who was not shown on the opposite side.

"That's why the things left by our ancestors have become feudal superstitions. We have to imitate others in sending flowers. Forget about sending flowers, we have to send fake flowers!"

Speaking of which, the boss here was even angry. The fact that his business had reached this stage was inseparable from the fact that he was not allowed to pay homage to his ancestors.

Because of Feng Yin's words, a wave of discussion broke out in the live broadcast room.

After folding the last piece of paper, Feng Yin picked up his phone and made a concluding speech.

"Superstition can sometimes restrict a person's behavior to a certain extent. Sending thoughts to the dead is a kindness to the living."

"Okay, I've finished drinking chicken soup for the soul, now it's time to drink real chicken soup."

Feng Yin stood up, looking like he was going to fight.

"Boss, I'm out to do business!"

"What?"

The boss spoke in dialect and stretched out his arm anxiously.

"No, no, it's easy to get beaten up in this business!"

"It's okay, just fight for your career, don't be afraid!"

Feng Yin took a few things, and under the worried eyes of the boss...he went to promote business!

(End of this chapter)