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Old Black was in a dire situation, even the dead had to pay taxes. Wait, what exactly is this tax for?
Old Black was forcibly pulled out from the food card window by Wang Ni.
“Heroine! Heroine! Please spare me!” Old Black curled up on the ground like a turtle without its shell. Even I felt he deserved it this time!
“Wang Ni, what you’re doing isn’t right. He’s at least a civil servant of the Underworld. It’s not good to hit him like this. Listen to me, just give him a few punches and let him go,” I pretended to advise. “I can’t stand seeing someone getting beaten in front of me.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yin Zheng'an, you better hold this girl back.”
“Who would help you?”
“Aren’t you the one who can’t stand seeing people get beaten?”
“Yeah, so I’m planning to turn around and not look. Besides, are you even human? You’re a ghost, right?” I turned my back.
“Step back a bit, or you’ll be drenched in blood,” Wang Ni ‘kindly’ reminded.
“Come on, it’s not my decision to collect taxes from you guys. If you have the guts, go stir things up with those big shots. What does it have to do with me?”
“I’ll tolerate your delay, and if Ksitigarbha wants to charge fees, I’ll consider it as paying respects to him. But collecting taxes from the dead is a bit too much, don’t you think?”
Seeing that Wang Ni didn’t really intend to hit Old Black, I squatted down to tease him.
“It’s a rule! Besides, if I don’t give you this money, it won’t come to me either. Why are you taking your anger out on me? If I give it to you now, I can’t manage your affairs later. Just remember, everyone dies eventually.”
Damn, you’re heavy and still breathing hard, and you dare threaten us? Close the door! Let Wang Ni go!
“Sister Ni, hit him until he doesn’t even recognize himself,” I incited.
"Are you really short on money?" Wang Ni suddenly asked me.
"Uh... I might be broke, and I haven't received a salary for the past two months," I replied awkwardly. Admitting to being poor in front of a woman required some courage.
"Then it's all yours," Wang Ni said as she turned around and walked away, waving goodbye. "Now that the Military Training is over, you can arrange these few days yourself. Once classes officially start, you must attend."
What does that mean? Does she really treat money like dirt?
"Did you see that? That's what true detachment looks like," Black Wuchang said as he got up from the ground, brushing off the dirt from his clothes.
You still have the nerve? You who treats money like your parents...
"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten again?" I threatened.
"Not afraid," Black Wuchang replied confidently. "Her lifespan isn't over, so it's not my concern. You're different; you're considered one of us now. If you dare to touch me, just wait and see!"
Black Wuchang adjusted his clothes and returned to his original position.
"I've already applied for it. Come tomorrow to collect the prize money—five thousand."
"Hey, Black Brother."
"What is it?"
"Can you lend me a bit?"
"How much do you need?" Black Wuchang asked warily.
"Five hundred; if not, three hundred will do."
Black Wuchang seemed to let out a sigh of relief. "Why borrow anything? Here, take it, no need to pay me back."
Black Wuchang was quite generous, handing me three banknotes.
"Thanks, Black Brother... What the hell, you black bastard! Are you messing with me?"
"Damn it, Yin Zheng'an! Are you pushing it too far? I lend you money and you dare to curse at me?"
"Cursing you? I'm doing well not to hit you." I was furious! I shoved the banknotes in front of Black Wuchang: "Explain to me what this banknote means?"
This guy actually gave me three Hell Money. Damn, are you supposed to burn this for spending? No, he could actually spend it...
In the end, I still borrowed three hundred from Black Wuchang—Renminbi!
(Don't pit the male lead; think about it carefully. Those who insult you as soon as they open their mouths are either enemies or your best friends. Only friends will curse at you while helping you. Cherish such friends; only they deserve to be called brothers.)
Forget about Old Black, I planned to head back to Lin Miaomiao's place first to pay the rent. This way, I could stay more at ease. Then I'd take Red Boy out for a good meal. Oh right, I should invite Sun God. Old Black has duty tonight, so it'll have to be next time. As for Old Bai... maybe next time too; he probably wouldn't even care for a hundred yuan venue.
I intended to visit Pervert tomorrow; I hadn't seen him in a while and wondered if he had gotten used to life without my service.
It was already lunchtime, and only a few students were heading toward the cafeteria. Suddenly, I remembered something—I think I still owe Cafeteria Aunt a bowl of noodles?
I hurried into the cafeteria to settle my debt—she still remembered... how embarrassing!
As I walked out of the cafeteria, a group of cadets in camouflage uniforms marched in, shouting their synchronized slogans.
If you ask me how I feel right now? It's pure schadenfreude! Hahaha!
I had no intention of staying in the cafeteria for lunch; as soon as I exited the school gate, I headed straight for Lin Miaomiao's house.
Pushing open the door, it seemed like the tenants on the first floor had guests. A family was sitting together, looking cheerful. Sigh, although I envied them, it had nothing to do with me. I should find Red Boy first and take him out for a nice meal.
Walking into the underground garage, I began to doubt whether I had come to the wrong place. The slightly damp ground was gone, replaced by a clean and tidy tiled floor. On the right side of the garage was a bunk bed typically found in a bedroom, with bedding and pillows neatly arranged. Next to the bed stood a large wardrobe, and a light fixture was installed on the ceiling.
What’s going on? Did Lin Miaomiao rent this place out to someone else?
Lin Miaomiao appeared behind me and poked my shoulder.
"When did you get back?"
"Are you telling me you sold my cousin for money to renovate this place?" I turned around and said.
"Come on! What do you take me for?" Lin Miaomiao laughed and scolded. "Come on, let’s eat together. My cousin and I have been having meals with Uncle Wang and Aunt Zhao these past few days."
Lin Miaomiao dragged me upstairs, where Red Boy was sitting at the dining table with Lin Miaomiao's first-floor tenants, Uncle Wang and Aunt Zhao.
"Hey~ isn’t this Yin?" Aunt Zhao greeted me warmly. "Come on, you haven't eaten yet, right? Join us!"
Uncle Wang was even more direct; he had already served me a plate of food.
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao, Uncle Wang." They were so enthusiastic that I could only express my gratitude for their kindness.
"What are you being polite for? We're neighbors," Uncle Wang always said with a smile.
"Hong, have you thanked Auntie and Uncle?" I reached out and tapped Red Boy's head as he focused on his meal.
Red Boy glared at me, and I quickly withdrew my hand. Just putting on a show as the big bad wolf was enough; I couldn't afford to provoke this ancestor...
After using my recipe, Uncle Wang's business improved quite a bit. Hearing that Red Boy was my cousin made him invite both Red Boy and Lin Miaomiao out for dinner frequently.
After lunch, I pulled Red Boy back to the underground garage.
"Explain where you got the money from," I said, looking at Red Boy. His topknot had been cut, and he now sported a short buzz cut. He was no longer wearing the original belly wrap and monk pants but instead a crisp plaid shirt and fitted Korean-style shorts. Honestly, he looked quite good in this outfit.
"Sister Miao bought it for me."
Looks like their relationship is pretty good; even Sister Miao is involved. Well, I guess I'll just return the money to her tomorrow.
"I'm going home tomorrow. Are you coming with me?" It's been a while since I've been out, and I need to bring some of my things back while also checking on Pervert.
"No, I have a mission tomorrow."
"What mission do you have?"
"Sister Miao wants me to model for them."
"Naked modeling?"
"No, it's just standing there while they draw me. Some people use a really big drawing board; not only is it fast, but they also draw exactly like me."
"I'm telling you, that's called a smartphone..."
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