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

Chapter 80 Sneaky
"Master Chen, don't mind me. This is a respectful title given by our Spiritual Adjustment Bureau to those with superb skills and the ability to draw spiritual energy. Your ability to draw spiritual energy means that you are a master of some skill and deserve respect."

Zhao Huoyan was older than Chen Shuanghe, but he seemed to be very respectful to her at this moment, which made Chen Shuanghe want to talk seriously about her salary, but she could hardly hold back the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise.

Only after Song Miaozhu coughed lightly did Chen Shuanghe calm down. "If I join, can my mom and I continue to run a restaurant and make money? Will we be like civil servants, unable to engage in business?"

"We in the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau are very open. If you join us and make spiritual dishes, we'll try our best to cover all of them internally. If we can't, you can use them for whatever you want, and you can also sell them to others."

Zhao Huoyan said, "However, once you join, if any member of the bureau wants to learn culinary skills, you two have the obligation to teach them. You must also cooperate with the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau's spiritual energy research and report any discoveries about spiritual energy and cultivation to the Bureau.

Of course, the Spirit Adjustment Bureau will also provide you with corresponding training and daily life benefits, such as..."

The only thing Chen Shuanghe was worried about was that once he joined the spiritual coordination team, it would be like going to work, and everything would be centered around the boss and the company.

Now I can put this worry aside.

Plus, the benefits were really good, and her mother couldn't help but urge her to nod.

Chen Shuanghe finally agreed to join.

"Great! Welcome to join us!" Zhao Huoyan stood up, shook hands with the mother and daughter, and thanked Song Miaozhu for the introduction.

"Master Song, you really don't consider..."

"Don't consider it!" Song Miaozhu waved her hand: "Now that you guys have settled this matter, I won't stay any longer. I still have things to do in the shop!"

She got up and left, but did not forget to scan the store's payment code to pay for today's meal.

What I just said is not an excuse. Boss Wu and his team are already on their way to deliver the goods and will be here soon.

Song Miaozhu turned the throttle of the electric scooter to the bottom and arrived at Huaihua Lane before Boss Wu and his friends, and checked the situation in the lane.

It was already very late, and Huaihua Lane, where even the street lights were old ones discarded from other parts of the town, finally became quiet.

Song Miaozhu breathed a sigh of relief and dialed the phone: "Boss Wu! You can come in now!"

Boss Wu and his crew's truck had already stopped at the end of the alley.

The alley is narrow and cars cannot drive into it, so they have to be pushed in from the end of the alley using carts.

But this time, Song Miaozhu found that there were more people coming.

Seven or eight young and strong guys were pushing goods and following behind Boss Wu, who was acting suspiciously and had an inexplicable sense of stealth.

"Boss, what's wrong? Even though there's a lot of goods this time, it doesn't require so many of us, right?"

"Why does it feel so sneaky? If we hadn't loaded the goods ourselves, I would have thought it wasn't legitimate cargo!"

"Little boss, you know why not?"

"I don't know what's wrong with my dad."

……

The young men were chattering in low voices.

Boss Wu heard it all clearly, but his son was the loudest. Veins on his forehead were throbbing, but he finally pretended not to hear.

After knowing that Song Miaozhu was a real fortune teller, he felt a chill around him from the moment he walked into the alley, as if someone was watching him.

Listening to them talk nonsense can also bring more people around you.

When he arrived near the Anshou Paper Shop and saw the long-haired woman standing under the street light, he almost turned around and ran away.

"Boss Wu?" Song Miaozhu called him.

Boss Wu steadied himself: "It turns out to be you, Miss Song!"

He looked around, walked closer and asked in a low voice: "Is this area clean? Why do I feel like someone is always looking at me?" "It's clean!" Song Miaozhu said: "That's an illusion, don't scare yourself!"

Boss Wu was skeptical: "Should we put the goods in the same place?"

"Yes." Song Miaozhu said, "The lights are turned on for you. Do you want me to take you upstairs?"

"No need!" Boss Wu said, took two steps into the paper shop, then fell back and said embarrassedly: "You still have to take it!"

Song Miaozhu noticed that Boss Wu was acting strangely today, and before the people behind him came over, she said to him:

"Ghosts are all transformed from humans, there's nothing to be afraid of. Boss Wu, didn't you say earlier that you wanted to buy some paper figurines from me? Do you want any more?"

I'm telling you, the Lingcheng case was closed a few days ago, and I'm afraid all the paper ingots I have left will be bought by the victims of that case. By then, you might not even be able to buy them even if you want them."

It is now easy for Song Miaozhu to make high-quality ingots, but difficult to make low-quality ones.

She couldn't possibly sell high-quality ingots cheaply as low-quality ones.

Boss Wu swallowed hard. "Victim? Alive or dead?"

"Of course he's dead. What does a living person need paper ingots for?" said Song Miaozhu.

"Is there any difference between the gold ingots you sell here and those sold elsewhere?" Boss Wu was both scared and curious.

"That's different, it's much bigger!" Song Miaozhu said: "The gold ingots here are much more valuable than those elsewhere!"

She also specifically described the ghosts' aversion to printed paper money.

Boss Wu thought of his deceased parents and wife, and wondered if all the banknotes he had burned in previous years were just waste paper!

He was afraid of ghosts, but not of his own dead relatives: "Then I'll buy some!"

Song Miaozhu smiled with satisfaction.

Only by making him both afraid of her and need her can this business be carried out stably.

I went up the stairs and saw the empty attic. He had personally delivered the goods three days ago, and it was full at that time.

It hasn’t been long and they’re sold out again!
Even the biggest supermarket in town doesn't sell goods at this speed.

Boss Wu didn't dare to imagine where this stuff was sold.

He hurriedly urged people to move the goods to the attic as quickly as possible.

Then he hurried away with a bag of gold ingots and a few golden lotus flowers he had just bought.

He even forgot to settle the bill, and it was Song Miaozhu who transferred the money to him on Green Bubble.

Looking at his attitude, Song Miaozhu felt that the warehouse issue must be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if this happens a few more times, Boss Wu will be so frightened that he won't be able to bear it.

Seeing them disappear in the alley, Song Miaozhu turned back to the shop, went up to the attic, and transferred all the goods that had just been delivered to the Guipu warehouse.

These goods can be sold at the ghost shop for three or four days at most, and there is no need to worry about them being spoiled by the evil spirit over time.

After doing this, she placed two little paper figures in the store.

I don’t know when the popularity of Douyin videos will die down, so I’ll leave them here so that I can monitor their developments.

He filled them up with spiritual energy, told them to look after the store, and then rode his electric scooter back to Xiaozhu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)