The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 389 - 342 Niu Ma: Besides my wife, you are the first

Got it!

His eyes lit up.

"Colonel, could you please go over and take a closer look at that notice?"

He made a request.

"Why?"

"I suspect that the content of the notice can only be seen by dead people or spiritual bodies like you."

Liu Zheng offered his hypothesis.

"Oh? Well, that does make sense. Alright, I’ll do you this favor."

The driver pondered for a mont and then nodded in agreent.

"If it were anyone else, I’d say we’re even. But since it’s you asking, I’ll consider it helping out a friend."

He said with a smile.

"Of course, although we can’t work in the sa departnt, our friendship is as solid as your ’Little Kitten’."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Hahaha, what a likable young man. If you had t earlier, I would have definitely recomnded you to the Military Academy to be my assistant after graduation."

The driver laughed heartily.

"Tsk—"

Niu Ma pursed his lips.

"Let’s get out of the car, boss."

Liu Zheng pretended not to hear.

A man and a Niu Ma got out of the car, while the driver drove the sports car to a few ters away from the notice.

A few minutes later, he drove back.

"So, could you clearly see the content?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Saw it clearly."

The driver nodded, but his expression was odd.

"It says, today tropolitan Cetery is having a big promotional event, various packages starting from a 30% discount, the more premium the package, the greater the discount."

"If it’s a group purchase, there’s even a super discount on top of the discounted price."

"Purchasing special products from the cetery also cos with varying discounts, and there’s a free Ghost Light service with the first purchase of tomb-robbing packages today."

"There’s more, but I won’t go on, it’s just all kinds of promotional spiels."

"..."

He didn’t know what to say for a mont.

All he could say was, it’s just like you, tropolis.

"Speaking of which, if it’s a promotion, why can’t the living see it? The custors are mostly living people, right?"

Liu Zheng noticed a loophole.

"Maybe the cetery isn’t actually interested in doing promotions?"

The driver guessed.

After all, tropolis takes its reputation seriously; if they say it’s a promotion, they an it.

If they’re caught playing tricks like hiking prices before offering a discount, they often end up paying a hefty price.

But of course, it’s impossible not to make a profit.

Under any set of rules, businessn always find a way to turn a profit.

"That’s possible. Colonel, wait for us outside, we’ll go in first,"

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay."

The driver nodded.

"Let’s go, boss."

He called out and got off the car with Niu Ma.

Passing through the archway, Liu Zheng took a special glance at the notice.

He could see every word lined up on it, but he just couldn’t make them out.

This must be what they call ghostly gibberish.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop~"

The cheerful sound of horse hooves approached from a distance.

The old cowboy gently pulled on the reins, and the slender brown horse stopped in front of the two.

Although Niu Ma was much larger in size compared to the other, it looked at the old horse with deep wariness in its eyes.

"What brings you to the cetery?"

The old cowboy opened with the sa line.

"We’re here to visit a grave, tombstone number 10086."

Niu Ma said.

"Qualified. Would you like to purchase a grave-sweeping package?"

The old cowboy asked.

"Certainly. Oh, and Mr. Tomb Guardian, we saw a notice at the entrance. Is the content on it true?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"It is."

The old cowboy nodded.

"Then would you recomnd we buy directly, or follow the instructions on the notice?"

"Hm?"

The old cowboy slightly lowered his head, focusing his gaze on him.

"After all, you’re the manager here; we definitely need to hear your advice on the best way to purchase a package,"

he said with a smile.

From Liu Zheng’s experience, the managers of these landmarks aren’t always completely aligned with the landmarks themselves.

If the driver’s speculation was correct, then either the cetery itself didn’t want to do promotions, or it was the old cowboy who wasn’t keen on them.

And compared to a landmark, maintaining a better relationship with the manager was more imdiately beneficial.

"Since you understood the notice, then go by what the notice says. However, with the discount, it might be wise to buy a bit more."

The old cowboy pondered for a mont and then spoke.

"Understood, we’ll take a B-level tomb sweeping package."

Liu Zheng said.

"The original price for a B-level tomb sweeping package is one hundred thousand, but after the discount it’s sixty-eight thousand. Anything else?"

The old cowboy asked.

"I also want twenty barrels of Netherworld Milk."

"Huh? For whom?"

The old cowboy asked.

"For the kids."

After hesitating, he still revealed a bit of information.

"Then, would you like its upgraded version?"

"What upgraded version?"

He asked curiously.

"Hell Honey Yogurt. It’s fernted with honey from Dead Spirit Bees and milk from Netherworld cows. It has a sweet and sour taste, a smooth texture, and it’s extrely nutritious, more suitable for the constitution of dead babies."

The old cowboy recited the advertisent clearly.

"Uh... How much is a barrel?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"One hundred thousand."

"Good lord!"

He gasped in shock.

Add so honey and a fernting agent, and they dare to increase the price tenfold. Truly, those who deal with the dead don’t hesitate to gouge.

"How many do you want to buy?"

The old cowboy asked.

"If it’s Netherworld Milk, I’ll take twenty barrels."

He emphasized that it was Netherworld Milk, afraid the old cowboy would seize the opportunity to push a sale on him.

"For twenty barrels, I can give you an eighty percent discount, making it one million six hundred thousand in total."

The old cowboy said.

"This... I’m sorry, I don’t have that much money on ,"

Liu Zheng said cautiously.

"Nor do I."

Niu Ma also quickly added.

"You can pay with a card."

The old cowboy took out a POS machine.

"I didn’t bring my bank card."

The two said in unison.

With the POS machine in hand, the old cowboy stared at them, making their scalps tingle.

"That coffin you brought last ti, bring another. Yogurt, at a ten percent discount."

After a while, the old cowboy spoke.

"Ah, I can’t guarantee that I can get that for you."

Liu Zheng said with a wry smile.

That was made with the bark of the French Plane Tree. Whether French Plane Trees shed their bark or not, he wasn’t quite sure.

"No problem, I’m not in a hurry. But, before you bring the coffin, stay away from the cetery,"

The old cowboy said.

"This... alright."

After weighing his options, Liu Zheng could only agree.

After all, judging by the stance, if they didn’t buy the yogurt, the old cowboy probably wouldn’t let them leave easily.

And after asking Red Pig for information about Bathhouse Street, he shouldn’t have a need to co back to the cetery anyti soon.

"Money."

The old cowboy extended his hand.

"Cough cough, about that, boss, I’m a bit short on cash, could you lend so?"

Liu Zheng scratched the back of his head and looked at Niu Ma.

Even at a ninety percent discount, twenty barrels would still be two hundred thousand, plus the money for the B-level package, that’s almost three hundred thousand.

"???"

Niu Ma’s eyes widened.

"So you’re telling you called out here not to make money, but to scam money? Nope, I don’t have a single penny."

It shook its head frantically.

"No profit without investnt, right? And it’s not like I won’t pay you back."

"Two hundred thousand, who knows if you can even afford to pay back that much,"

Niu Ma said skeptically.

"I don’t need two hundred thousand, just lend one hundred thousand. As for paying back, boss, you know how I make money, don’t you?"

Liu Zheng flashed a cryptic smile.

"Hmph."

Niu Ma couldn’t really retort.

Setting aside the smuggling business, the trade with Unlucky Coffee, and the last paynt of the Old Vampire’s legacy among others, Liu had directly secured several hundred thousand for Niu Ma.

The key point was, all this happened within just seven days.

"Damn it, besides my wife, you’re the first one to ever squeeze money out of . Kid, if you can’t make this deal work, I swear I’ll beat you to death."

It grumbled and spat out a stack of money wrapped in a plastic bag.

One stack, two stacks, three stacks...

It spat out ten in total, each stack ten thousand, exactly one hundred thousand.

"Boss, you don’t happen to have a hobby of stacking money up just to unstack it and then stack it up again, do you?"

Liu Zheng said jokingly.

"How did you know that? You didn’t install surveillance caras in the break room, did you?"

Niu Ma’s large eyes were filled with shock.