My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

The others shrank back, but those who had been caught couldn't. They were still staring at Zhang Chen expectantly, waiting for his explanation.

Zhang Chen chuckled. Explain? Do you think I need to explain to you?

"Oh, she went home. She's finished her date!"

Zhang Chen was too lazy to explain further and just made up a reason.

"Not bringing her back? Xiao Zhang, as someone who's been there, I have to say a few words. Such a good girl, you have to hold onto her, you can't let her slip away!"

"Exactly, it would be so much better to just bring them over and live with us!"

"We need to take the initiative. Once we've made it a fait accompli, they won't run away, right?"

"Isn't it already cooked?"

"Oh, I forgot. Then cook it a couple more times to make sure it's thoroughly cooked!"

……

A group of people were chattering away, it was giving me a headache.

"Brothers, uncles, grandfathers... oh, grandmothers, do you know where Hai-ge has gone?"

Seeing that they couldn't stop, Zhang Chen suddenly raised his voice, directly drowning out their questions.

Firstly, it can change the subject.

Secondly, he genuinely wanted to know where Hai-ge had gone, as he had something to ask him.

"Hey, Pimp Hai, didn't you see him!"

"Gold teeth? He rushed out this morning!"

"I remember he seemed really angry at the time, his face was ashen, and he seemed to be carrying a leg on his back!"

"Huh? I remember now, that leg looks like his Natasha paper doll!"

"Damn, Lao Xing, you're really something. You can tell whose legs they are just by looking at them? Tell me, did you sleep with them?"

"You act like you've never done this before. This gold tooth is really shady. It's from the neighborhood, two out of three cavities are broken, and they still charged me a dollar!"

"What's going on? Didn't I still have two left from last time?"

"Hey, you don't know, let me tell you..."

The withered old man Xing immediately began to speak with great enthusiasm.

The group, who had originally been targeting Zhang Chen, immediately shifted their focus and gathered around Old Xing to listen.

While listening, he kept making lewd jokes, asking questions that were absolutely inappropriate for children.

Zhang Chen frowned and leaned closer to listen.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he's interested, it's just that Hai Ge mentioned to him last time that a customer had damaged his two big Western paper figures.

Zhang Chen only glanced at it briefly and couldn't figure out what was wrong with it.

Now he understood. Good heavens, all the usable parts were broken. How could Hai not be angry?

In the past, after finishing his business, this paper figure could still serve Brother Hai when he got home.

Now, forget about serving Brother Hai; the business is all over. How can he not be on edge?

Just as I was listening intently, Old Xing's voice suddenly stopped.

"Old Xing, keep going, I'm really enjoying this!"

"Yeah, what did the customer do? Did they raise their leg too high? Did they do a split?"

Several of the listeners were so anxious they could hardly contain themselves.

They can only afford to eat the charity offerings and incense offerings, so where would they get the spare money to play with paper figures?

Just listening to it is for the thrill.

Although I knew Old Xing was just making things up, he told it so vividly, like listening to a story on a jade futon, it was incredibly satisfying.

As a result, these few people started making a fuss, while others were already coughing desperately.

"Um, pimp... no, Hai-ge, you're back?"

Upon hearing this, all the ghosts turned their heads and saw Hai Ge entering from the corridor entrance, his face terribly gloomy.

But what's most frightening is his outfit.

Good heavens, his face is bruised and swollen; he must have gotten a good beating.

Even the prized gold chain has vanished without a trace.

His face was covered in bruises, and he looked so disheveled that even the two dragons tattooed on his body seemed to have turned into worms.

But he still maintained his gangster boss demeanor, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone present, sending chills down their spines.

"Um, I have something to do, I'll head home now!"

"I have to go too!"

"Me too... Damn, wait for me..."

Seeing this, Old Xing was the first to lift the pole and run away.

Upon seeing this, the others scattered like birds and beasts, and the entire corridor was instantly empty.

Zhang Chen was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay. After hesitating for a moment, the result was...

"Hey Zhang, did you need something?"

Hai Ge's tone lacked the expected anger and ferocity; instead, it conveyed a sense of weariness and vicissitude.

Zhang Chen's heart stirred. He recalled what his father had said to him before, and coupled with the blow he had suffered, it seemed that his spirits had vanished in an instant.

"Yes, there is something I want to ask, but Hai-ge, what's this...?"

Zhang Chen first admitted it, and then took the opportunity to ask questions.

Hai Ge gave a wry smile, offered no explanation, and instead opened the door, saying, "Come in and let's talk!"

Zhang Chen glanced inside and saw that the three women who usually worked there were gone. The room was empty and had a rather desolate feel to it.

Although his coffin house is the same as his, why does it look so lifeless?

Oh, I see, there's a comparison.

Before, he had at least three beautiful women to warm his bed, but now he's all alone. Doesn't that make him seem lonely?

"Please sit wherever you like!"

Hai Ge said, glancing around the room, "Yeah, it's all the same, just this little space!"

Zhang Chen glanced around and noticed that although the spaces were the same size, Hai Ge's house had a lot more decorations.

At least this bed is a Simmons mattress, which is much more comfortable than my old hardboard bed.

There were also various clothes placed by the bed, most of which were women's clothing.

Various black stockings, bodycon skirts, dresses... Okay, Zhang Chen roughly understood, these are all "work clothes" for women.

"It's much better than my place; I only have a hard wooden bed!"

Zhang Chen said something and, without being polite, sat down next to the bed.

"How powerful can it be?"

Hai Ge shook his head and said something before asking, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask about paper dolls!"

Seeing that Hai Ge got straight to the point, Zhang Chen didn't waste any words either.

"You asked? Putting everything else aside, I do have some experience with paper figures!"

Hai Ge nodded.

"It's like this, I... um, a friend of mine used to have a female paper doll lover. They had a little disagreement, and in a fit of anger, he killed and shattered the paper doll. The next day, the female paper doll came back to life, claiming she wanted revenge, and even had the same memories as the previous one. I haven't been dead long enough to understand much. Can paper dolls really come back to life?"

Zhang Chen created a friend out of thin air, slightly altered the plot, and asked the most important question.

Hai Ge glanced at Zhang Chen, but didn't ask anything. Instead, he thought carefully for a moment and said, "The resurrection of the paper figures is impossible. This was decided when the higher-ups issued the decree; there's no way it's possible!"

"Then how did that paper figure of a woman manage to find him again, completely unharmed? And why did she claim to be the paper figure of a woman who died?"

Zhang Chen quickly pressed for more information.

This is what he really wants to know. He knows that the paper doll cannot be resurrected, but because the time is too short, he is not sure.

But if Hai Ge says that, then it's basically true.