12dz Chapter 1509 Advance Payment
Chapter 1509 Advance Payment
Chen Mu sat down in a chair and relaxed.
My Lucky Lock is currently on cooldown and cannot be used for the time being.
However, the 11 billion ghost money spent, from a human perspective, effectively controlled those supernatural entities. It was like putting a safety net of luck on yourself.
And after the interview, I'll use my True Vision Golden Eye to see what the future looks like.
If there are no problems, then let the interviewers leave.
With so many layers of protection, Chen Mu firmly controlled the entire situation.
"By the way, Xiao Ye, do me a favor," Chen Mu said. "I'm not used to buying on credit. Put this 1.1 billion ghost money in the small room next door for now. Go tell the editor-in-chief that I've already paid in advance."
"Boss, I'll get right on it," Xiao Ye said.
Chen Mu didn't need to get up; he simply pointed at the open door.
At that moment, Xiaoye pushed open the door to the small room next door. The mirror inside was broken, indicating that the original owner had already moved it; it was now an unclaimed room.
In the blink of an eye, a full 1.1 billion ghost coins appeared in the small room next door.
The excessive amount of ghost money meant for the dead meant that the dilapidated corrugated iron walls of the small room were simply unable to withstand the strain.
With a loud "bang," the walls of the entire small room were blown away. All that remained was a pile of ghost money, stacked like a small mountain.
Meanwhile, in the large office.
The strange creatures were still enthusiastically discussing the recent arrival of Boss Chen.
It's clear that these strange beings are full of anticipation for Boss Chen.
"I just performed some local cultural elements from my hometown in front of Mr. Chen. I don't know if Mr. Chen liked it."
"Mr. Chen looks so young. I wonder if those rumors are true or not."
"What rumors?"
"Haven't you heard? Boss Chen treats his subordinates well and is very generous with his money."
“I only make 300 ghost coins a month now. If Boss Chen can raise it to 1,000, I’ll call him my father.”
"You still want to acknowledge Boss Chen as your father? You've already taken all the benefits, haven't you?"
"Five hundred a month is enough for me, I'm not greedy."
"I only have three hundred ghost coins in my pocket right now, which is almost the death knell. I don't know if I can hold out until Boss Chen takes over."
"Wrong. In our Underworld Post Office, anything below 500 Underworld Coins is already considered a death sentence. Just wait to starve to death."
As the editors were chattering away, the office door was suddenly opened from the outside.
In the bustling office, the sound of the door opening went unnoticed.
Apart from the two closest to the gate, who glanced up, the other ghosts continued to talk amongst themselves.
The editor-in-chief suddenly clapped his hands, the loud clapping immediately attracting the attention of all the ghosts.
Everyone looked at the editor-in-chief, wondering what he was up to.
"All eyes are on me, I have an announcement to make!" the editor-in-chief said mysteriously.
"Boss Chen! Our own father, Boss Chen! Just now, he became the biggest super customer of the Underworld Post Office."
Mr. Chen placed an order for 1001 newspapers in one go. He ordered 1000 copies of each newspaper!
Now all editors and interviewers come to me to register, and each person is responsible for one newspaper.
In addition, Mr. Chen will provide an extra 10% bonus as a reward for our hard work!
Upon hearing this, the once lively office instantly fell silent.
Even the haughty printing oddity quietly opened its door and pricked up its ears to listen to the news from this side.
"If so many are being printed, does that mean we get paid too?" asked printer A.
"Speaking so loudly, are you out of your mind!" Printer B quickly covered his colleague's mouth. "Keep your voice down, we're the boss's confidants. If the boss hears us, we're in big trouble."
Even as confidants of the newspaper's boss, their eyes lit up.
The other editors and interviewers who were not close associates were naturally even more shocked.
"Brother, are you crazy? You're delirious from the fever, talking nonsense!"
"Yes, you're making up rumors about Mr. Chen. Why would Mr. Chen be so foolish as to subscribe to so many newspapers?"
"Ordering a thousand sheets at once? Do you think ghost money is toilet paper? Even if you're rich, you don't spend money like that."
"So, Boss Chen has too much money to burn and is giving us a bunch of dubious coins worth three or four hundred thousand?"
Obviously, the editors' first reaction to this bombshell news was absolute disbelief.
This isn't their fault; many editors only have one or two readers. And those readers only subscribe every few issues, meaning an editor might only sell one copy of the newspaper every few months.
Tell them all at once that Boss Chen has a million subscriptions, and each ghost can get 1000 copies.
Who would believe that?
Just as the editor-in-chief was about to explain, he heard footsteps behind him.
Turning its head, it saw the figure of Boss Chen's subordinate appear behind it.
Xiaoye whispered a few words in the editor-in-chief's ear.
The editor-in-chief's mouth gaped open, wider than an egg.
"Are you telling the truth?"
“Of course, would Boss Chen lie to you?” Xiao Ye said.
"Oh dear, Mr. Chen, you're in such a hurry. You don't need to pay in advance. You can pay later. I'm so sorry."
The editor-in-chief spoke in a strange tone, even feeling embarrassed.
A customer like Mr. Chen, who is so generous and pays in advance, is truly a once-in-a-millennium find.
For Chen Mu, it didn't really matter whether he paid early or late.
Chen Muxian paid first, just in case he encountered suspicions that he was "making empty promises."
Even if you can explain it with your mouth until it's smoking, it's not as convincing as having piles of ghost money on the ground.
With Mr. Chen's ghost money as a backer, the editor-in-chief suddenly felt more confident.
It told its colleagues, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. Those who believe, come register with me. I only need 1000 editors; once that's full, I'll stop."
Also, Mr. Chen's payment has already been made in advance. You can see it as soon as you leave the office.
The editors' strange behavior wasn't due to a lack of trust in Mr. Chen.
They simply felt that this was too exaggerated and beyond their comprehension.
Now that the editor-in-chief mentions registration, they all rush over and hurriedly register.
Soon, the eerie atmosphere in the office had devoured all 1000 newspapers. As for the remaining one, the editor-in-chief, Wei Yi, personally took care of it.
"Let's go, follow Boss Chen's instructions, pay first and then we'll start working."
The editor-in-chief waved his hand strangely, leading thousands of editors out of the office.
Soon, they arrived outside the room that had been bursting with ghost money.
When you see a huge amount of ghost money, piled up like paper.
The editors present were all stunned and speechless.
After a while, Chen Mu, who was sitting in the room, heard a thunderous cheer erupt from not far away.