After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 10 Origami Ingot
Through a small door inside, there is a smaller back hall, which is the living area.

The stairs leading to the attic, as well as the kitchenette, bathroom and even a wooden bed are all here.

Song Miaozhu climbed up to the attic, which was very spacious for her when she was a child but now seemed a bit cramped.

This is the warehouse where paper-making materials are stored.

There is no need to worry about moisture in the attic.

Song Miaozhu has never touched the things on it since her parents passed away.

When he turned it over, he found not only a basket of cut gold paper and several stacks of uncut gold paper, but also several large rolls of yellow paper and colored paper, a bundle of bamboo strips, and inks of various colors.

After such a long time, everything is still in good condition, only the ink has dried up and cannot be used.

Song Miaozhu remembered that the store had just received a batch of goods before her parents passed away, which made things convenient for her now.

She picked up the basket of cut gold paper and moved it to the shop downstairs.

He took a rag in the back hall, wiped the dust off the bench, sat in the best-lit place by the door, and concentrated on folding gold ingots.

A young girl in a simple white sweatshirt and washed-out jeans was folding gold ingots with her fingers flying at the door of an abandoned paper-making shop.

His black hair fell on his chest, and his face could not be seen clearly. He only looked white and glowing.

This was the scene Cheng Ziyang saw when he rushed over from his rented B&B after receiving a call from a worker.

I shuddered for no reason.

The original intention was to take over the last store, so that their own horror-themed real-life escape room store could completely occupy this Feng Shui treasure land and expand on a larger scale.

Now I suddenly feel that no horror chamber can compare to the eerie atmosphere of this picture.

Great, we're kindred spirits!

"Um, excuse me..."

Song Miaozhu looked up, feeling unhappy about being disturbed.

Cheng Ziyang finally saw the girl's true face, but his excitement was instantly calmed down by a look from her.

It's really strange. He is a Chinese horror fan who has seen everything, so how could he be scared by a look?
Looking again, the sharp look just now seemed to be an illusion, and it was just a pretty beauty with a doubtful look in her eyes.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Miaozhu asked.

She had just found some of the feel of folding gold ingots as a child and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Hello... hello, I'm the owner of the spooky escape room next door." Cheng Ziyang hurriedly introduced himself. "We met on the phone. I'd like to rent your shop and decorate it as a horror-themed escape room. If you have any terms, please let me know. Everything is negotiable."

He inquired about the owner of the store and learned that she was a young female college student with no elders at home. He thought it would be easy to rent the store, but he was rejected.

He never gave up and asked the workers to pay attention to the store.

"Sorry, I have other plans for this store and can't rent it to you," said Song Miaozhu.

"Okay. Can I add a green bubble? We will be neighbors from now on." Cheng Ziyang took out his mobile phone.

Song Miaozhu: “???”

I thought it would take some time to talk, but I didn't expect him to be so decisive.

Although she didn't understand why, it didn't stop her from adding a green bubble friend to get rid of him.

Anyway, there are countless "friends" lying dead in the green bubble, so this one won't make a difference.

"Then I won't disturb you."

Cheng Ziyang wanted to talk more with this girl with strange temperament and unique behavior, and ask her what she planned to do with this store in the future.

She would only glance at the half-broken gold ingot in her hand from time to time, and then she would tactfully leave. Song Miaozhu could finally fold the gold ingots in peace again.

It’s not that she has high requirements for the environment, but she found that if she was distracted for a moment, the ingots she folded would be wasted.

She completed the last few steps of folding the ingot in her hand, and then threw it into the large bamboo basket on the left.

The ones here are all the same as this one, the quality is not up to standard.

These gold ingots are just for show. Although they can still be used, they are not much better than the ghost money that the fat ghost brought.

At most, the spiritual power of relatives that can be stored inside can be converted into more ghostly life, the preservation time can be longer, and the loss rate can be slower.

Ordinary paper ingots are more than enough to sell to people in the world of the living, but if taken to the underworld, they can only be considered as low-quality money molds and cannot be sold to ghosts at all.

In fact, she spent so long folding but didn't produce many good quality gold ingots.

It’s not a problem with her technique. The techniques she practiced as a child will come back once she gets a little familiar with them.

It’s not a problem of concentration. When no one disturbs her, she can still concentrate.

The main reason is that it lacks the last bit of aura cultivated through long hours of paper-making, which results in the gold ingots lacking a bit of charm and being inferior in quality.

The key is that once you fold the gold paper, you will not be able to fold it into a high-quality gold ingot no matter how you fold it a second time.

And the more times it is folded, the worse the quality.

Therefore, this gold ingot paper cannot be reused.

If it is not folded properly, it is not folded properly. You can only take down a piece of paper and fold it again.

Song Miaozhu spent the whole afternoon folding and only managed to produce two first-grade gold ingots.

The rest are all substandard.

Now she has no relatives in the underworld, and she doesn’t know who to burn these low-quality gold ingots for.

"It seems that this Anshou Paper Shop needs to be opened." Song Miaozhu thought.

When she practices the secret art of paper-making in the future, she will definitely produce many failed works that are not up to standard, just like today.

It would be a pity to throw it away, so it is better to sell it in a paper shop to recover some of the material cost.

It can also provide a cover for starting a business in my hometown.

Doesn't a paper shop seem like a legitimate business that can earn you a living? No problem. Add a drinks cabinet at the entrance, a few bottles of mineral water next to it, a tobacco and alcohol cabinet inside, and a shelf for side dishes. It'll be like a semi-store.

The goods that just happened to be received could be transported to the ghost shop in the underworld, which was another layer of cover-up.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this two-in-one paper shop and convenience store model was very suitable for her.

Watching the cleaners from the escape room next door finish their work and leave one after another, Song Miaozhu caught up with them, added two green bubbles to the cleaners' names, spent 600 yuan, and asked them to come to the store tomorrow to do the initial cleaning.

After working hard for an entire afternoon, I only managed to sell three first-grade gold ingots for 600 yuan.

However, it is not as cost-effective to use the time to clean the store as to practice folding gold ingots. Song Miaozhu will still do the math.

They still have to go to Guipu tonight. After arranging the cleaning service in the store, Song Miaozhu packed up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he did not forget to put the three first-grade gold ingots he had folded today into the box under the counter of Anshou Hall in the underworld.

These are to be sold in ghost shops.

Still went to Chen Ma Restaurant for dinner.

When Chen Ma heard that she was going to open a convenience store in the original paper shop, she gave her the contact information of a wholesaler without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)