I sell lunch boxes in the underworld

The key point is, Boss Qin just asked about the house in Xiangshan yesterday, but it just happened that the treasury of the underworld was empty that night?

No matter whether others believe it or not, he doesn’t believe it anyway!

But a ghost who is in charge of real estate is not a stupid ghost. He understood the meaning of this in an instant.

Although he knew that the underworld could not be in deficit, Boss Qin didn't know it!

So this reason is not for him, but for Boss Qin!

So he quickly sent a message to Qin Yunie, asking her if she wanted the house in Xiangshan.

Qin Yunie had just sent the message when he received a reply: "Yes! The Underworld's treasury is a bit tight lately, and they need to sell a number of properties, including one in Xiangshan. It's a good thing Boss Qin happened upon this, otherwise, if the news got out, it would probably be gone soon. Do you want it? If so, I'll take you to see the house later."

Seeing the words "the underworld's treasury is in short supply", Qin Yunie frowned slightly. Could it be that the underworld couldn't avoid the treasury being in short supply?

Qin Yunie thought, why not hand over the share of the underworld later. After all, it is nearly 20 million. Although it cannot cover the expenses of the underworld, it is better than nothing.

Thinking of this, she sent a message to the ghost messenger in charge of real estate: [I want it. Please take me there later. I may also need to go to the Palace of Hell first.]

The ghost messenger in charge of real estate: [Okay, no problem!]

After Qin Yunie had breakfast, he went to the underworld. He first went to the restaurant to put the ingredients away, and then went to the Palace of Yama.

This time, the ghost at the door did not stop her, and Qin Yunie went straight into the Palace of Hell.

After Qin Yunie entered, he saw that Lord Yama was busy, so he didn't bother him much and said directly: "Lord Yama, I am here to give you the share of the profits from this period.

Yan Wenjing raised his eyes and stared at Qin Yunie below, his expression as cold as ever. Upon hearing her words, he simply said indifferently, "Well, bring it up."

Qin Yunie heard a sound that was no different from usual, but she keenly felt that something was different. She looked up at the King of Hell sitting above, and it was still the same King of Hell.

She walked slowly towards the direction of the King of Hell, observing him as he walked. He seemed to be no different from usual, except that his expression was more desolate. If she really had to describe it, this King of Hell seemed closer to the gods in novels, without so many emotions.

There seemed to be no difference between her and other ghosts.

What happened to the King of Hell?

Or is this the real King of Hell?

No one should dare to impersonate the King of Hell in the underworld, right?

Qin Yunie thought as he took out the prepared paper money and placed it on the Eight Immortals Table. "This is the share for this period of time. Take a look."

Yan Wenjing turned the page without even looking up and responded in a very calm voice.

She looked at it for a while but still didn't find anything wrong. However, she saw Yan Wenjing frowning and looking at her, "Anything else?"

Qin Yunie stammered, "No more."

Yan Wenjing nodded slightly: "If you're fine, go down."

This is what the King of Hell often says to other ghosts.

Qin Yunie respectfully took his leave and left the Hall of Yama.

After leaving, Qin Yunie was still a little worried and asked Meng Po: "Sister Meng, no one should be able to impersonate the King of Hell in the underworld, right?"

Meng Po instantly understood that Qin Yunie might have seen the King of Hell in the Palace of Yama, so he asked such a question.

Meng Po: [The barrier of the underworld requires the King of Hell to open. No one, no matter how powerful, can shake it. The barrier of the underworld strengthens periodically, as only the King of Hell's spiritual power can overcome it. Otherwise, it will repel the enemy and cause it to collapse.]

Seeing Meng Po's reply, Qin Yunie immediately understood that the person sitting in the Hall of Yama was indeed the King of Hell.

For some unknown reason, Qin Yunie felt that the King of Hell was very strange today.

Maybe the King of Hell has always been like this, but it was her first time facing such a King of Hell, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Qin Yunie looked back at the Hall of Yama, pursed his lips, turned around and left.

The ghost in charge of real estate quickly took her to Xiangshan to see the house. This house was on the side, and the interior layout was similar to that of the King of Hell. After Qin Yunie saw it, she liked it very much.

Qin Yunie looked at it and asked, "How much is this set?"

The ghost officer in charge of real estate quickly calculated and replied, "This one is around 54 million after discount."

After hearing the price, Qin Yunie still couldn't help but be shocked. It was indeed not cheap.

An ordinary villa only costs more than 10 million ghost money, and the nicer and bigger villa she saw yesterday only costs more than 20 million ghost money, which is double the price.

Converted into RMB, this is worth hundreds of millions! !

This is a great house to buy anywhere.

Qin Yunie calculated the money he had and found it was enough to buy a house, but there wasn't much left.

This means that she has worked in vain for the past one or two months.

Back to before liberation overnight.

But a good house doesn't wait for anyone. Just like the ghost in charge of real estate said, once this house is put on the market, those rich ghosts will probably rush to grab it, and the price will definitely not be so favorable.

Thinking of this, Qin Yunie made the decision without hesitation, "I want this house."

Afterwards, Qin Yunie followed the ghost messenger in charge of the real estate to complete all the procedures. After paying the money, the house belonged to her, and the amount in her account had decreased from 50 to 60 million to only a few million.

Qin Yunie looked at the house under her name and felt extremely satisfied. She now truly had a car, a house and a shop. She was no longer penniless.

Unexpectedly, what she failed to achieve in her previous life was achieved in this life.

That kind of feeling is something that no one else can understand.

The level of happiness in her mood reached its peak, and she succeeded.

When Qin Yunie returned home, Jian Er could tell at a glance that she was in a good mood. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It seems that the matter has been accomplished."

Qin Yunie asked doubtfully: "How do you know?"

Jian Er: "You have the words 'I'm in a good mood' written on your face. The only thing that can make you so happy is that you finally got through what you were worried about last night."

She was in a good mood and wanted to share it, so she smiled and said, "You guessed it right, I'm in a good mood today. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you today! As long as I can cook it, anything is fine."

Jian Er deliberately stroked his chin, pretending to think, "Anything is fine? Then I'll have to think about it carefully."

Qin Yunie hummed a song and walked towards her room, "Well, think about it slowly."

Jian Er also followed her into the house.

Qin Yunie's singing voice reached the kitchen. Aunt Wang heard the voice and followed it. Before she reached the door, her voice arrived first, "Yunie, you're back?"