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Unable to get a reply from Jun Yao, Ye Yang had no choice but to take the initiative to probe further.

"Madam, this variety show is currently looking for guests for its new season."

Are you interested in participating?

Jun Yao countered, "What level are my appearance fees at now?"

Zhou Yichuan then added, "Three million for the first phase."

Three million.

That's quite a lot.

Jun Yao thought to herself, if this had happened before Xiao Jiu revealed the truth to her, she would definitely have agreed readily.

Now...

Who isn't greedy?

Just think, other vixens can easily steal hundreds of millions from Zhou Yichuan's pocket with just a little coquetry.

And what about her?

Working for the original owner's long-cherished wish, that's fine.

They even want her to take the place of the original owner and work on TV shows?

One person acts in two plays, but earns only a fraction of what other young actresses earn.

Who could accept this treatment?

Therefore, Junyao muttered to herself, "No rush, let me think about it."

She sat down, ate her breakfast with peace of mind, and then opened her phone to check the latest delivery progress of her paper money and ingot order.

"It's already been sent to the cemetery?" Junyao was shocked.

Zhou Yichuan was also taken aback. "A cemetery?"

"Oh, I miss my grandpa, I'm going to burn some money for him," Junyao said matter-of-factly.

Zhou Yichuan and Ye Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

But no one said it.

When the truth about Qiao Junyao's background was discovered, Old Master Qiao fell ill from anger.

The person in the Qiao family who most wanted to bury her alive was Old Master Qiao.

These two seem like mortal enemies no matter how you look at it.

But she said she missed her grandfather.

We still need to go to the memorial service?

While they were still hesitant and shocked, Junyao had already prepared breakfast.

She went back to her room to change her clothes, and then she was about to go out.

Zhou Yichuan sat on the shoe-changing stool in the entryway, looking at Jun Yao with some hesitation.

His bright, dark eyes were filled with unspoken pleas.

"Want to come along?" Junyao extended a generous invitation to him. "Then let's go together. It'll be a good opportunity for Grandpa to meet his busy grandson-in-law again."

……

Before arriving at the cemetery, Zhou Yichuan only knew that Jun Yao was there to burn some paper money.

But as he sat in the back of the Continental and looked out the window, seeing the bright red mid-sized truck, he fell into an even deeper silence.

She wants to burn a truckload of paper money.

Junyao was standing next to the front of the truck, talking to the boss who had come to deliver the goods in person.

The boss was wearing a black cotton mask.

He coughed several times as he got off the bus.

It seems to be a severe cold.

"Are you the honest man himself?" Jun Yao asked with a smile.

The boss seemed to have a high threshold for laughter; when faced with Junyao's deliberate teasing, he simply gave a muffled "hmm."

I glanced casually at the understated Bentley Continental behind her.

But she only glanced at it before looking away, and asked Jun Yao, "Unload now?"

"Um."

Junyao handed the boss a cigarette, then went to check on the goods he had ordered.

This time, she bought all the styles from the "Honest and Trustworthy Century-Old Store".

Paper money and ingots are basic operations.

In addition, there were various kinds of winter clothes, a large gold mountain, a luxury cruise ship, luxury cars and villas, paper oxen and horses, and dozens of paper figures.

When the two men carried the life-size paper figure down, it attracted the attention of many people around them.

Someone whispered, "Whose family is this... spending so lavishly?"

"They're all made of paper, what's the use? They're just for show."

"Fortunately, the cemetery here has a special incineration area; otherwise, if they burned so much at once, the surrounding sky would have been blackened by the smoke."

Junyao overheard some gossip.

But she doesn't care.

Although she didn't know what those luxury cars, villas, and mansions would look like after they were burned down.

But she's rich!

She's happy to!

I just love burning!

Jun Yao's lips curled up proudly.

The boss, smoking a cigarette, walked over to Junyao, who was silently marking his future wealth.

The deep voice patiently explained, "Miss Qiao, after these mansions and luxury cars are burned down, they'll just be decorations and toys. Like the plush toys we win at a dollhouse and put them at home for decoration. You understand that, right?"

Junyao smiled blankly, "Oh, I see... Now I know. I really thought that burning him would make him a male model."

The boss seemed unfazed by this and continued, "If you want to send male models, you'll have to book other services... but I do legitimate business here and don't handle those kinds of services."

Jun Yao narrowed her eyes mischievously. "Boss, this isn't the first time we've done business together. Just tell me straight—what price do you want for male models? Just name your price, my family has money."

"It's not about the money." The boss suddenly became serious and solemn. "Miss Qiao, you'd better find someone else. We really don't do this kind of business."

After pondering for a moment, Jun Yao held up five fingers.

He asked in a low voice, "Is five million enough?"

The boss was stunned, and after a long pause, he said, "Ms. Qiao, no matter how much you offer, I can't take this job! However, since you're a long-time client of mine, let me give you a heads-up. If you really want to find someone, it won't cost you millions. 49 is the minimum price; once you pay that amount, you can enter the selection process... Anyway, the better the candidate, the more expensive it will be."

Junyao wanted to ask further questions, but the boss took a step back and bowed.

They looked like actors who had just finished filming a period drama.

The movements are standard, the demeanor is refined, and the attitude is respectful.

It's so good that you can't find fault with it.

The boss said with trepidation:

"Ms. Qiao! What I just told you is just hearsay from my colleagues! I know absolutely nothing more about the inside story!"

I'm truly sorry I couldn't be of any help!

"I'll go deliver the money and provisions for you right away!"

The boss seemed afraid of getting into trouble and slipped away very quickly.

But when it comes to serious matters, the boss is still very professional and reliable.

Shortly after ignition, the flames turned golden red, and the smoke rose straight as a pillar, wisping up in bluish-white wisps.

The rising wisps of smoke faintly formed the shape of auspicious clouds, lingering for a long time.

The burning Jinshan Mountain blooms layer by layer like a lotus flower.

The ashes after burning are light and grayish-white, without a trace of impurity.

"This is really good stuff." Junyao smiled with satisfaction.

She already felt happy about her return to normal life.

Furthermore, they were eager to place another order with the boss.

"Boss, prepare another truckload of paper money and ingots. Forget the other paper money. How long do you think it will take to ship a truckload?"

Junyao didn't care how much money it cost; he was only concerned about how long it would take for the boss to ship the goods.

"I need it urgently, please help me get it as soon as possible."

"I'll pay the overtime! Boss, you just need to focus on quality and quantity."

The boss was surprised. "You want more?"

Jun Yao smiled helplessly.

"Yes, there's nothing I can do. My grandfather appeared to me in a dream, saying that he also has a large family to support over there. There's not much difference between being alive and dead! This family still relies entirely on him to raise money, right? We can't do without him. I can't help with other things, but I can still burn some paper money to show my filial piety."

The shop owner looked hesitant and troubled. "This is all the stock we have in stock. Even if we go back and work overtime now, it will probably take three or four days to ship out the bulk order..."

"It's alright, three or four days is fine, I can wait!"

Junyao then urged the boss to calculate the money.

"Don't hold back on the expenses!" she said casually, pointing to the Bentley Continental behind her. "You see, my family is rich!"

The boss tugged at his mask, chuckled, and said, "Alright, then I won't waste any more time. I'll go back and make the goods for you right away."