blueteamnovel Chapter 99: A Transaction
Chapter 99: A Transaction
Chapter 99: A Transaction
Yang Haoran never doubted whether the cigarettes in the shop were fake. After all, these cigarettes came through legitimate channels. If there were still fake ones, there was nothing he could do about it.
However, whether the sloppy young man in front of him was playing this trick out of habit or had another purpose, that was hard to say.
Yang Haoran didn't bother to dwell on it. Whatever scheme this young man had in mind, he was ready to handle it. He couldn't be bothered with it.
Taking a few puffs, the young man's face showed a satisfied expression. Speaking to himself, he said, "Familiar formula, familiar taste. This taste, can't be wrong."
"Don't worry, buddy. The cigarettes here are all genuine. No fakes," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
The sloppy young man nodded, then spoke up, "Indeed, these cigarettes are genuine. But I have something to say about your boss."
"Huh?" Yang Haoran looked puzzled.
"Since you're running a business, you should look the part. You can't run a business while half asleep. How can you do good business like that?"
With that said, the young man glanced around the convenience store, shook his head, and continued, "Look at your small convenience store, it's small and run-down, no style of decoration whatsoever, and the goods are scarce. With it looking like this, and you still able to take naps, I really worry about your future."
After finishing, the sloppy young man looked at Yang Haoran and finally said, "You have to love what you do in your line of work. If you're going to do business, you have to do it well, can't be lazy. Just like me, I love going online. I really love it. That's why I can stay in an internet cafe for months. Can you do that?"
Without any defense, Yang Haoran was bewildered by the young man's words. By the time he came to his senses, the young man was already walking away with a cigarette in his mouth.
Watching the young man's departing figure, it took Yang Haoran quite some time before he managed to utter a word.
"Gosh, what a talent!"
As soon as he said that, a majestic off-road vehicle parked in front of the convenience store, immediately catching Yang Haoran's attention. The sloppy young man was forgotten.
Looking at the car, two words suddenly popped into Yang Haoran's mind: tank!
Before he could think more, the car door opened, and a person stepped out. He recognized this person; it was the steward from the Wu Family.
The butler came running towards Yang Haoran with a smile, warmly greeting him.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com
"Master Yang, sorry to keep you waiting," the butler said as he approached Yang Haoran, smiling.
Yang Haoran knew why the butler had come, but he didn't show it. He kept his usual demeanor, pretending to be puzzled, and asked the butler, "Old Gentleman, where are you headed?"
"Oh, Master Yang, please don't call me Old Gentleman. I can't handle it," the butler said with a smile, placing the car keys on the counter. He continued, "Master Yang, this car is now yours. If you're not satisfied, just let me know, and I'll replace it immediately."
Once again, the steward left, and only then did Yang Haoran pick up the car keys from the counter. After carefully examining them for a while, he smiled and put down the keys.
"Now that all the problems are solved, it's time to prepare for the New Year and return home. As for the house, I'll buy one after the New Year. I'll bring my parents closer to the city then."
The next day, Yang Haoran didn't open the shop for business. He went out early to buy New Year goods and only returned to the convenience store in the off-road vehicle after dark.
It had to be said, there was a big difference between having a car and not having one. Apart from other advantages, it was very convenient and saved him a lot of time, which was definitely certain.
After spending a day, everything he needed to buy was purchased and packed into the car. In the past, without a car, it was inconvenient to buy more things to take home. He could only choose selectively. But now it was different. He could buy as much as he wanted as long as it fit in the car.
At night, Yang Haoran called Guanhai to bid farewell. Early the next morning, after paying respects to the Death God, he drove to his hometown with the Death God idol.
Yang Haoran had obtained his driver's license many years ago, but because he didn't have a car, he rarely drove. So he chose to set off early in the morning to reduce the pressure on the road with fewer cars.
He drove slowly all the way, but he wasn't in a hurry. Although his hometown was a bit remote, it was still within the Lecheng jurisdiction, and it wasn't too far away.
What he didn't expect was that there would be unexpected surprises along the way. Not long after leaving Lecheng, he sensed the presence of undead.
Encountering such a situation, Yang Haoran naturally wouldn't miss it. He parked the car in an empty space that wouldn't obstruct traffic, then decisively got out of the car and walked towards the sensed location. Not long after, he stopped in front of a grave.
Spirit, as a special group, existed whether it was day or night. However, most of them preferred to come out at night because the sunlight would have some influence on them. The lower the level of the spirit, the greater the impact of sunlight on them.
That's why at this moment, the undead sensed by Yang Haoran were not outside the tomb but inside.
The grave in front of him was a new one, obviously the deceased had recently passed away. Yang Haoran stood in front of the grave with a smile on his face and whispered softly, "I know you're in there. Come out. I'll take you away from here. If you stay here, it will be dangerous."
His voice was low, giving the impression of speaking to himself. But Yang Haoran believed the other party could hear his words.
After his words fell, Yang Haoran activated his ghost eye. In an instant, his eyes turned pitch black, and wisps of black smoke rose from his eyes.
After activating his ghost eye, this seemingly ordinary grave became extraordinary. He could clearly see strands of Yin Qi emanating from inside the grave.
Whether it was because of Yang Haoran's words or because he sensed the strong Yin Qi emanating from Yang Haoran, a face slowly appeared on the tombstone.
It was a man's face, looking relatively young, but under the sunlight, the face appeared somewhat twisted and distorted.
"Who are you?" the face spoke, with a ghostly voice, showing both confusion and fear.
If it were an ordinary person, even if they showed a puzzled expression, they would never show fear. But Yang Haoran was different. He emanated a terrifying aura that made the soul shiver, a primal fear, like an animal facing its natural enemy.
"I am an Underworld Envoy, the guide for your reincarnation," Yang Haoran replied.