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

Zhang Jianguo paused upon hearing this, and even Wei Xiulan, who was pouring water, couldn't help but look over.

The two of them had thought about it, but they just felt that the whole thing was particularly sinister.

Seeing their silence, Ping lowered his voice and said, "I've heard that things seem to have changed recently. The matchmakers for ghost marriages have particularly good voices. A few days ago, something happened in Dongwangzhuang. A gang that specializes in arranging ghost marriages went to dig up a grave in the middle of the night and stole the remains of a girl who had only been dead for a few days. They then arranged a ghost marriage for her and buried her with him. I heard it even went to the police station, and the gang members were all detained and given very heavy sentences!"

"Is that so?"

Wei Xiulan looked on with curiosity.

"Of course! There have been so many things like this lately. Our Zhang Chen was only twenty, and he didn't even have a wife when he was alive. He'll be all lonely in the afterlife. A ghost is much better than a paper effigy!"

Ping said seriously.

"Do you have connections?"

After a long silence, Zhang Jianguo finally spoke.

Seeing that he was finally admitting it, Ping Ge immediately nodded and said, "This girl was only eighteen years old. She died in a car accident. I've seen her photos; she was a beauty. The key is that she comes from an extraordinary family; she's a true 'rich, beautiful, and virtuous' woman. Have you heard of the Xinda Group in the city? She's the boss's daughter!"

"Cinda Group? Is that the one behind Cinda Supermarket?"

Wei Xiulan was also taken aback.

"Yes, that's the big boss. A colleague of mine asked around, and I think his age is just right for Zhang Chen!"

Ping Ge said.

"Is this reliable? Would a big boss like him engage in such feudal superstitions?"

Wei Xiulan couldn't help but say.

This is also what Zhang Jianguo suspected.

Logically speaking, a boss of such a large company shouldn't be doing this kind of thing.

And even if they were having an affair, why would they be interested in their son? Something doesn't seem right.

"You're so naive, aren't you? Let me tell you, the bigger the boss, the more they believe in this kind of thing. As for whether they'd even consider Zhang Chen? Heh, do you know what conditions they set for the ghost husband they found for their daughter?"

Ping asked with a smile.

"What are the conditions?"

Wei Xiulan asked.

Zhang Jianguo frowned. "Hurry up and speak, stop talking nonsense!"

Ping touched his nose, looking embarrassed. Jianguo's temper and reaction were normal.

"Well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. With their status, money is no object. They don't care about the man's family background, but they do have one requirement: the man's age and appearance. These are very high standards!"

Ping smiled slightly, "Putting everything else aside, Zhang Chen's looks are impeccable, right? He's the most handsome young man in the surrounding area, and his age is just right. Don't you think he has a good chance?"

Zhang Jianguo remained silent, his face ashen, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Wei Xiulan was somewhat tempted, and was about to speak when Zhang Jianguo interrupted her.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it, I'll give you an answer tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking to Ping, Ping was still a bit anxious, "These are the conditions, and it's still not enough!"

"It's not impossible, I'll think about it!"

Zhang Jianguo frowned.

Ping could tell at a glance that there was definitely no definite answer at the moment.

He knew Zhang Jianguo well; he was cynical and eloquent, but also deep in thought.

If it were him, he would definitely try to fight for it, but building the country... that really fits his personality.

"Okay, I'll send you a picture of the girl later, then you can give me your reply!"

Ping got up to leave as he spoke.

"Wait, could you find out about the woman's character for me?"

Zhang Jianguo suddenly said.

"Character?"

Ping was taken aback. "The person is dead, how can you ask about their character?"

"Just ask, even if it's a ghost marriage, I need to know what kind of person the woman is, otherwise what if the brat becomes henpecked?"

Zhang Jianguo also spoke without any politeness.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask for you. But Jianguo, Zhang Chen hasn't even been around for a year, you should try to be more understanding!"

Ping patted him on the shoulder before turning and leaving.

Wei Xiulan quickly went out to deliver it.

Ping waved his hand, not letting her see him off too far, and walked between the two rather ugly paper figures on his own.

But the moment the message was passed over, he couldn't help but shiver. "Why am I a little cold?"

He didn't think much of it and left as soon as he got out the door.

Zhang Jianguo remained seated on the sofa without getting up, and now he had a cigarette between his fingers.

When Wei Xiulan came in and saw him like this, she couldn't help but say, "I think what Brother Ping said makes a lot of sense. Why don't you get a partner?"

"We should ask the brat what he thinks!"

Zhang Jianguo said.

Wei Xiulan was stunned for a moment before she suddenly realized that she should be sleeping and seeing her son in her dreams.

I panicked then, and when I checked the time, it was almost one o'clock.

"Yes, yes, I'll ask in my dreams. I'm going to sleep now!"

Wei Xiulan said.

"etc!"

Zhang Jianguo suddenly spoke again.

"Wait? Can't you say anything else? Wait? I'm in a hurry to see my son!"

Wei Xiulan was getting anxious.

"I have to go see him today!"

Zhang Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette. "I'm going to sleep. Talk to that brat about it!"

"No way, I need to see my son, don't give me that nonsense!"

Wei Xiulan was practically cursing.

His face immediately turned dark.

Zhang Jianguo knew his wife was anxious, but his matter was urgent.

It wasn't just about arranging a ghost marriage; he felt something was off about everything that happened during his trip back.

I need to verify this with that brat.

"Xiulan, I know you want to see your son, but this matter concerns his life down there, and also the matter of the ghost marriage. If it were before, then the marriage would be arranged, at most it would be a longing, but now it's not possible. The brat is really down there, and a ghost marriage means he'll really be given a wife. What if we don't choose well, and the brat doesn't have a good life down there?"

Zhang Jianguo presented the facts and reasoned with Wei Xiulan, and she did indeed listen to his advice.

That makes sense.

"Then when you see your son, tell him that Mom misses him very much!"

Wei Xiulan wiped her eyes, feeling like crying again.

"I understand. I'll go to sleep first. We'll talk when I wake up. Maybe that brat will even appear in your dreams tonight!"

Zhang Jianguo said.

"Okay, I'll wait a bit then, you should go to sleep!"

Wei Xiulan nodded.

Zhang Jianguo then went to the bedroom, without even taking off his clothes, but just took off his shoes, lay down, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep immediately.

……

"Thump~"

"Knock knock knock~"

Zhang Chen couldn't even remember how many times he had fallen.

Every time I floated up, I would get a hard kick, and my whole body would ache as soon as I opened my eyes.

No matter what, I can't get a dream from you.

However, it wasn't without its gains; at least I learned that dream-related experiences aren't unlimited and can consume energy.

Moreover, although he didn't feel like he had fallen heavily, he was actually in pain all over his body. Zhang Chen didn't know how he managed to feel that kind of real physical feedback.

But he knew that if things continued this way, he wouldn't be able to receive the dream, and he would be the one who fell to his death first.

But he was worried, so he took out the last two sticks of incense he had left from his pocket, brought them to his nose, and took a deep sniff.

The two incense sticks burning for relief were visible to the naked eye and eventually turned to ashes. Only then did Zhang Chen feel that he had regained some energy. He immediately lay down, and with a thought, his body was pulled up again.