Jiu Motoko didn't know if ghosts liked it or not, calling a being more powerful than themselves grandpa.
They were all very obedient and queued up to register honestly.
Mr. Ning didn't even laugh. He was really serious about recording the torture equipment services provided by the Nine Prison Gates.
That's serious, it doesn't seem like he's lying to ghosts.
Jiu Yuanzi swallowed the last bite of the cake. The registration hadn't been completed yet. The torture was too much and he was resorting to various tricks.
The ninth level of hell?
According to the book, it was a place dedicated to punishing extremely evil people.
Thinking about the aborigines in the ashram, there is indeed no good person.
She just listened to the ghosts racking their brains and saying, "Grandpa, our instruments of torture are also beneficial. They can sharpen our will."
"Yes, and if you walk out of this door, you won't leave any scars. It's particularly suitable for practice."
"Grandpa, do you think we are right?" They looked at Mr. Ning eagerly, hoping to please him.
Mr. Ning actually wrote this down in his notebook, "Yes, but for it to really work, some investment is needed."
"In this way, the company pays for you to run the packaging, sell tickets uniformly, and you provide services, so that you don't have to worry about operating costs and can focus on providing the best service to customers."
He asked: "The company's investment will be deducted from the ticket revenue. Do you want ghost coins or items to settle?"
The ghosts quickly said: "We want incense and white wax, and the ghost coins can't buy anything here."
"Can I have something to eat once a month to worship? If there is no meat, steamed buns and white rice will do."
Mr. Ning suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, I can provide you with food once a week, one meat, one vegetarian and staple food, plus fruits. The dishes are different every week."
The ghosts all cheered excitedly. They were just lonely ghosts. Even if they could see food, they couldn't eat it if no one offered it in front of the incense.
Now I have something to eat every week, including meat and fruits. This grandpa is so good!
A ghost raised his hand timidly and asked, "Can I have a glass of wine? Just a little bit."
yes!
I also forgot about the good thing wine.
Mr. Ning was surprisingly easy to talk to. He agreed, "No problem. 85-proof liquor will be provided with the dishes every week."
Food eaten by ghosts will have no taste at all, and wine will be like water, without even the slightest alcohol content.
Jiu Motoko said from the side: "85-proof liquor is not industrial alcohol, right?"
"Industrial alcohol is 95 to 99 degrees, and there is also edible ethanol with 85 degrees." Mr. Ning glanced at her, and then took out another big cake from somewhere.
"You want another one?"
Jiu Yuanzi waved his hand and said: "You said there is only one, and I don't want to eat it."
Mr. Ning said: "The one just now is sweet, and this one is salty. It is divided into eight kinds of meat fillings. Every bite is a surprise, so you don't know what kind of meat you are eating."
"This..." Jiu Yuanzi wanted to refuse, but was very curious about where these eight kinds of meat fillings were hidden in the cake.
When he reacted, the cake was already in his hand.
She started to bite again, and she got a surprise in the first bite, flying fish roe filling.
It’s really special, I thought it would be beef or pork.
Over there, Mr. Ning continued to discuss the final aspects of the contract with those ghosts.
"You may not know that burning paper money and burning incense in worship is no longer allowed in the mortal world. Incense and candles are controlled items. If found, all will be confiscated and destroyed."
"This is a feudal superstition and an illegal act."
Jiu Yuanzi raised his head suddenly, his cheeks full of cakes, and looked at Mr. Ning in astonishment.
What nonsense is this? When she went shopping in the underworld market, the street was full of incense and candle sellers.
The kind of incense used to grab the first incense of the God of Wealth can be as thick as an arm and nearly two meters tall, so there is no control over it.
Mr. Ning said calmly: "You want incense candles, so I can only take the risk and buy them for you from the black market, and the price is very high."
"This business is too risky, let me think about it."
The moods of the ghosts were ups and downs, and they had been teased by him several times. Now everyone clasped their hands and watched him helplessly through the door.
Even Jiu Motoko slowly chewed the cake and looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to hear how he was going to fool these ghosts.
At this time, Mr. Ning raised his head and said: "I did the math. If you want to maintain a balance of payments and keep the business in good circulation, I can only guarantee you this much salary."
"Every month, each ghost will provide 30 incense sticks and two white candles. I will ask the guests to give you good reviews. The top ten ghosts with good reviews every month will receive a bonus of two incense sticks and one white candle."
"First place, next month's weekly worship dishes will include an additional dessert and meat dish."
The ghosts and ghosts cheered instantly and hugged each other, almost crying with joy.
Then Mr. Ning suddenly changed his voice and said: "But if there are too many negative reviews, wages will be deducted. One negative review means two sticks."
"If it comes in last three times, it will be shut down for rectification. You will not be allowed to work for a month, and you will not be able to get wages or worship food."
The ghosts all patted their chests and promised that they would be good employees.
After the conditions were negotiated, Mr. Ning took out a roll of yellow paper, a puff of black smoke fell on the paper, and quickly wrote a standard formatted contract on it.
Finally, he pressed his thumb on the signature area and his name was printed on it.
Then Mr. Ning threw the paper into the Nine Prison Gates. The ghosts were stunned, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "This is a ghost promise!"
This proves one thing, the man outside the door is not a liar, but a real person related to the underworld.
Look, he even has the authority to make contracts with ghosts, so he can be completely trusted.
As a result, the ghosts swarmed up, pulling out streams of black smoke from their bodies and falling on the yellow paper.
Under Mr. Ning's name, the words "Nine Prison Gates" appeared.
The yellow paper floated out and returned to Mr. Ning's hand. He said to the door: "You guys have a rest first. There will be an employee welcome party the day after tomorrow, and you will have a good meal at that time."
"Don't call me grandpa from now on, call me boss."
The ghosts were as happy as if they could be reincarnated, "That's great, sir! The boss is great."
Mr. Ning closed the door, put away the yellow paper and looked at Jiu Yuanzi, "Now let's talk about the management of the Nine Prison Gate. Do you want to sell the door to me at once, or take the form of ticket sharing?"
Jiu Yuanzi exclaimed: "You want to trick me too!"
"How is it possible? Who can trick you?" Mr. Ning said.
"Go to the general command room and I will draft a contract. We will sign the contract after you agree."
He has no such thoughts at all. It would be good if he doesn't get tricked by Jiu Yuanzi.
Jiu Motoko followed him into the general command room and saw the ghost bride's puppet at a glance.
She was stunned, this doll looked exactly like the ghost bride in the dojo.
When she got closer and touched it with her hand, she saw the words on it. It turned out that it was really a ghost bride.
Although she didn't know how Mr. Ning got the ghost bride, she was not surprised at all.
The female bosses in the dojo all like to follow him out, and they all get interested in him.
Jiu Yuanzi showed a lewd smile and looked at Mr. Ning. He was really a CEO who always exuded the charm of attracting ghosts and monsters.
Mr. Ning just happened to turn around and when he saw her expression, he took a step back and subconsciously made a defensive movement with his right hand to protect his chest.
"Why do you look at me like this?"
"..." Jiu Yuanzi could only say, "Do you still have your cakes? Give me some more when I leave."
Mr. Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll call you now and ask the kitchen to make it."
He was so scared that he thought she had made some plans against him on a whim that would not be easy to refuse.
Being too beautiful is also troublesome.
