I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 695 The Ghost Post Office Moves
Zhang Xianguang tugged at the iron chain around his neck, forcing a smile, and said, "I've been feeling a bit irritable lately, so I came out for a walk. Boss Lin, didn't you go abroad? You didn't even stay a couple of days before coming back?"

"Yeah, there's not much to do abroad, especially in terms of safety, it's much worse than in China. I used to just read about it online and didn't know if it was true or not, but after going there myself, I have a clearer understanding."

Lin Yuan smiled and sat down opposite Zhang Xianguang, and they chatted like old friends.

This time, it wasn't the supernatural light that came; it was the same one from the Ghost Post Office.

Recently, under his and Tian Xiaoyue's guidance, the Ghost Post Office has become a place where people work for the Peace Hotel and Lin Yuan, exchanging ghosts for commemorative coins, which has become the norm.

Therefore, Lin Yuan has always had a good attitude towards these two.

"Why didn't President Tian come? Didn't you always come together before?" Lin Yuan asked curiously.

He has always maintained a non-coercive attitude, so even though he had the power to completely move the Ghost Post Office into the Peace Hotel, he never took action.

Even monitoring of the ghost post office was not done.

Of course, this applies to everyone else and everywhere else. Lin Yuan has the ability to be omniscient and omnipotent in the White Mist Ghost Domain, but there is really no need for him to be.

There's just too much information. Although my brain can process it all, it's still a bit overwhelming.

This is his favorite state: being able to relax easily, with occasional surprises.

“She’s still busy at the shop. I came here this time because I wanted to take a leave of absence and go back to my hometown to visit,” Zhang Xianguang said.

Hometown?

"Shuangqiao Town?" Lin Yuan was even more puzzled.

Zhang Xianguang shook his head. "It's not Shuangqiao Town, but... Dazhou City. My father has been living in seclusion there, spending his old age in peace. He's passing away in a couple of days, and I want to take some time to go and visit him."

Zhang Dong is indeed nearing death.

Several months ago, Zhang Dong had already sent Qin Lao to Lin Yuan with an invitation to attend the funeral, and the time was just around the corner.

It was only natural that Zhang Xianguang would receive the news.

At least Old Qin will definitely tell him the news and let him make the final decision. However, Zhang Xianguang is currently bound by the Ghost Post Office and it is impossible for him to leave.

That's it!

Lin Yuan roughly understood Zhang Xianguang's meaning. "Old Zhang, so you came here this time hoping that I and President Tian could plead for you? Because she won't approve your leave?"

Zhang Xianguang shook his head again and said, "I haven't told her about this yet. I came here today because there's something else I want to talk to you about, Boss Lin."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I see there's still a lot of land around the Peace Hotel, so I was thinking, could we move the post office here?"

Ok?
Lin Yuan was genuinely surprised this time. "Why would you suddenly have such an idea? The post office is doing just fine in Dahan City, why would you suddenly want to move it? Is this your idea, or does President Tian also support doing this?"

“I’ve talked to her about this, and she’s still considering it. I just came over to ask first, to see if there are any difficulties for you, Mr. Lin.”

Zhang Xianguang's explanation is untenable.

Where would someone come to Lin Yuan for support before even making a decision at home? But it has to be admitted, Lin Yuan was indeed tempted.

The Ghost Post Office is located in a terrifying and haunted place, and it was through the rules of that haunted place that the Ghost Post Office came to be what it is today.

The rules here are so strict that even Luo Wensong, who created the Ghost Post Office, couldn't defy them, which shows just how terrifying this supernatural place is.

The relocation Zhang Xianguang mentioned was not a simple relocation, but rather an impact on and removal from the haunted place.

Integrating the supernatural power, terror, and rules of the Ghost Post Office into the Peace Hotel would yield far greater results than what the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, such as Luo Wensong, achieved.

Even if Zhang Xianguang only mentioned moving the Ghost Post Office instead of making it a subsidiary of the Peace Hotel, it was still enough.

Now that he's come to inquire about the so-called land, he's actually asking Lin Yuan a question:

Do you have the power to take over the entire Ghost Post Office?

“I have no problem with that. I think there are only two senior executives in the post office right now, you and General Manager Tian, ​​so as long as you get General Manager Tian’s approval, I won’t have any problems.” Lin Yuan readily agreed.

The supernatural realm and reality should be two parallel worlds, with no overlap whatsoever.

But when these two parallel lines intersect, the vengeful spirits from the haunted lands come into reality, and these intersecting points become what are known as haunted lands.

Lin Yuan's White Mist Ghost Domain and Peace Hotel do not belong to this category.

In essence, they are merely physical manifestations of the ghost realm, a display of Lin Yuan's terrifying supernatural power to the extreme. Therefore, it is entirely feasible to bring the so-called supernatural places in.

Just like an endless graveyard, it's for the same reason.

Zhang Xianguang was not surprised by Lin Yuan's answer, because he was also aware of the situation at the Endless Graveyard. "Then I'll go and discuss it with Mr. Tian... and if there are no unexpected events, I'll give you an answer soon, Mr. Lin."

Zhang Xianguang left before he had even sat down for ten minutes.

Even the tea he had bought was left behind. When Tong Qian brought up the pastries Zhang Xianguang had ordered, only Zhang Xianguang was left at the table.

Upon learning that Zhang Xianguang had already left, Tong Qian immediately felt a headache coming on. "Boss, then all these things will have to be thrown away."

"Why throw it away? Put it in the refrigerator and store it. When Lao Zhang comes over and orders again, just bring these things up. Don't waste them."

"what?"

Tong Qian's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Lin Yuan, however, said with exasperation, "Our refrigerator has excellent preservation capabilities. It won't spoil even after a hundred years. What are you afraid of? Don't you know how hard it is to grow every grain of rice?"

Tong Qian naturally knew the poem, but what did it have to do with the current situation?

The food sold to the customers was actually leftovers from their last meal... Although this was the first time this had happened, Tong Qian still felt like her worldview was collapsing.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xianguang had already returned to the Ghost Post Office.

He found Tian Xiaoyue resting in the ghostly post office within the world of the oil painting, and recounted his conversation with Lin Yuan. Suppressing her anger, Tian Xiaoyue said, "Zhang Xiangguang, do you really think you're the master of this ghostly post office? You actually dare to force me like this? Do you think you can force me?"

Her anger was not without reason.

This isn't a discussion at all; it's clearly them bringing the "store manager's" decision and forcing her to agree to it.

However, she already considers the Ghost Post Office as her own. Even if she works for the Peace Hotel, the "money" she earns is hers. But if she really moves to the Peace Hotel, will everything here still really be hers?

"If that's what you think, then so be it. But I have to remind you, don't you want to return to reality? I mean, truly return to reality, not just be confined to the White Mist Ghost Domain," Zhang Xianguang said calmly.

Tian Xiaoyue asked with surprise and doubt, "You mean, if you want us to merge into the Peace Hotel, then the manager will give us this kind of support?"

With the support device in place, she had no doubt that Lin Yuan possessed such capabilities.

However, the maintenance device is too expensive, costing fifty yuan to buy lives, which is the price of seventeen ghosts, and then you have to recharge one ghost every hour, which is three yuan to buy lives.

Such a price is not something that just anyone can afford.

Moreover, while there are quite a few people like them, they are still a very small number, considered "scarce talents," and naturally, even fewer can afford to pay that price.

Just like the ghosts in the oil painting who work in Dahai City, they have been busy for so long that they have made Dahai City "frightened by ghosts". As long as a supernatural event occurs, they will be besieged and dealt with in a very short time. I have never heard of any ghost that has gathered more than seventeen ghosts.
As the manager of the Ghost Post Office, Tian Xiaoyue could easily produce seventeen ghosts if she wanted to, even though she hadn't been resurrected for very long.

However, she struggled to make ends meet due to the high maintenance costs that followed.

If she could get a free pass, she naturally wouldn't deny Zhang Xianguang's suggestion.

"I didn't talk about that, since there's no reason to talk about it now. No rush. What I mean is, as long as we move the Ghost Post Office into the White Mist Ghost Domain, and then through verbal guidance, get the 'shopkeeper' to accept that we, as the post office managers, can freely enter and exit the post office, wouldn't that be enough?"

Zhang Xianguang's suggestion made Tian Xiaoyue fall into deep thought. "How confident are you?"

"I have no certainty whatsoever. We'll only know the specifics once we get there," Zhang Xianguang honestly replied. "However, some things only have a chance if we do them; otherwise, there's no hope at all. Besides, moving the Ghost Post Office there won't affect us in any way; it won't change anything."

Tian Xiaoyue pondered for a long time before finally agreeing to Zhang Xianguang's suggestion, "If you lie to me..."

"Don't worry, I know the consequences."

"Humph!"

An hour later, Tian Xiaoyue and Zhang Xianguang arrived at the Peace Hotel together, found Lin Yuan who was resting, and told him their thoughts.

Lin Yuan was very hospitable and led the two outside.

“There are plenty of empty spaces on both sides of this road. Since you two are planning to move here, why not just stay next to the fishpond? The scenery will be beautiful. And don’t worry about the robot factory across the street; their soundproofing is excellent and won’t disturb you.” Lin Yuan was very enthusiastic, just like a normal business negotiation.

Tian Xiaoyue smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Boss Lin. If we can move here, it might be easier for us to recruit new messengers in the future."

The Peace Hotel has a large flow of people, and they are all ghost tamers.

If someone were to be taken into the Ghost Post Office to become a messenger, quite a few people would indeed be taken in, and their quality would undoubtedly be much higher than that of ordinary people.

Previously, the Ghost Post Office only trained ordinary people, following the commoner route. Now, it is directly recruiting ghost tamers, indicating that it is preparing to take the high-end route.
I glanced at Zhang Xianguang, who showed no reaction, clearly already aware of Tian Xiaoyue's "request".

"Then I wish you both great success in your business."

Lin Yuan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, and the relocation of the Ghost Post Office was thus settled. As for when it would move in... that was not up for discussion; they would find out tomorrow morning.

So when Lu Zhiwen arrived the next day in his eerie bus, carrying a bunch of ghost bones that had turned into jigsaw puzzle pieces, he was shocked to see this haunted post office.

"What's going on? How could a ghost post office be here? Am I seeing things, or is it a mirage?"

The Ghost Post Office is right next to Ghost Lake Fishpond, so Lu Zhiwen's guess might actually be a little possible, since Ghost Lake Fishpond is no ordinary fishpond.

An ordinary fishpond could not possibly have a waterfall hundreds of meters high with no end, constantly being filled with fresh water, and fish, shrimp, and crabs that are actually ghosts.

From a physics perspective, it could indeed be a mirage... what a load of rubbish!

"Tong Qian's report last night was accurate; the Ghost Post Office did indeed appear here. But what about the Ghost Post Office in Dahan City? We must investigate that thoroughly."

As they were talking, a number of people began to emerge from the ghost post office.

Tian Xiaoyue, Zhang Xianguang, Yang Xiao, and a few other lost souls.

Neither Yang Xiao nor the spirits showed any shock, clearly having already known the current situation. They didn't chat with Lu Zhiwen, but left directly for Dahai City.

"Captain Lu, feeding the dogs again so early?" Zhang Xianguang greeted him.

Lu Zhiwen grunted in response, but didn't chat with them in detail. He carried the dog bone in his arms and went to the entrance of the Peace Hotel, where a large number of people had already gathered that morning.

Especially in front of the old man and the black man, they were surrounded by people.

Old Hua and Old Hei haven't officially started working yet, and they are both extremely disgusted by so many people approaching them, but they have no way to make a move.

The rules of the Peace Hotel:
We must not harm the guests!

Moreover, these guests came to bring them dog bones and try to please them, but they chased them away or even hurt them, which is really inappropriate.

Therefore, the two guard dogs are clearly only operating under duress.

It wasn't until Lu Zhiwen approached that Lao Hua, who had been listless, suddenly perked up, barked, and flew over everyone's heads, landing in front of Lu Zhiwen.

Upon seeing this, Lu Zhiwen smiled, his cold face breaking into a smile. He then bent down and handed over the dog bone bun he had prepared in his arms.

“Welcome~”

Old Hua let out another "cheer," lowered his head, picked up a dog bone, and swallowed it. A human-like expression of satisfaction appeared on the dog's face.

Not far away, the group of people who had targeted the old man all looked grim.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and anger as she stared at Lu Zhiwen, but unfortunately... it was all in vain.

(End of this chapter)