Chapter 222 Profiteers
In the end, Qi Ming managed to get two peaches for himself.

When Yang Fan handed the peach to him, he was still a little reluctant to give it away. "After all, you are my nephew, and I can't let you make a wasted trip. Don't do this next time. This should be a reward from you guys."

"If I hadn't been smart and capable and helped you catch that evil ghost, you would have killed an innocent girl."

"I don't want any reward from you, just report back to me and give me some performance bonus."

These words sound a bit shameless but seem to make some sense.

Qi Ming looked at her face which was full of expressions like "I'm doing this for your own good, you should repay me", and for some reason, he inexplicably felt like laughing.

Qi Ming coughed lightly and continued to bargain with her, "I can help you report more, but I think these two peaches are not enough."

Yang Fan sighed, a look of heartache on his face. He took another peach, broke off half and gave it to him, "Okay, I'll give you another half."

That’s enough. It would be impolite to ask for more.

Qi Ming looked at the half peach and rolled his eyes speechlessly. This guy is so stingy.

"I'll pay for Lord Qi Ming to buy a pound of peaches, Grandmaster." Yan Qing, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke.

Suddenly, Yang Fan, Qi Ming and the ghost all turned their gazes to Yan Qing at the same time. Being stared at by two big guys at the same time, Yan Qing showed a rare bit of nervousness and discomfort. He looked at Qi Ming with a bit of admiration and excitement in his eyes.

"I think Master Qi Ming must have had a hard time coming out. I'll buy him a pound of kilograms. Is that okay, Grandmaster?"

Qi Ming looked at Yan Qingzhong with full admiration. This junior is not bad.

Yang Fan stared at Yan Qing. Being stared at like this, Yan Qing's eyes flickered slightly. He looked back at her very naturally and asked again, "Is it okay, Grandmaster?"

"Of course." Yang Fan sneered, retracted his gaze, and looked at Qi Ming with eyes full of teasing and ridicule. Someone cleared his memory, but it was really useless.

Qi Ming understood the meaning of her eyes immediately, coughed lightly, and changed the subject, "I also want to order loquats and grapes."

The fragrance of loquats on the back hill was so strong that he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

If Yan Qing knew what the two bosses were thinking, he would definitely complain, "You two keep calling me nephew. Even if my memory has not been cleared, I can still know the identity of Grandmaster Qi Ming."

Yang Fan said cheerfully, "Okay, Yan Qing, take Master Qi Ming to pick them. One pound costs one hundred yuan. You can pick any fruit you want."

If someone is willing to pay for the fruit, she would naturally be willing to do so.

Yan Qing nodded, "Okay!"

Qi Ming wondered, "Isn't it 60 yuan? How come it has become 100 yuan per pound?"

"You're not paying, so why are you nagging?" Yang Fan rolled his eyes at him, then asked Yan Qing, "It's one hundred pounds, will you buy it for him?"

Little fanboy Yan Qing: "Buy it!"

Not to mention one hundred pounds, even if it was one thousand pounds, he would be willing to buy it for Master Qi Ming to eat!
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, people are willing to pay this money."

Qi Ming's mouth twitched, what a profiteer.

Tang Yuanyuan was unable to get a word in. Seeing Yan Qing so actively buying fruits for Qi Ming, he thought to himself, it must be his uncle Yan Qing. He should not be so aggressive in clinging to his thigh.

In order to show his enthusiasm, Tang Yuanyuan also offered to help Qi Ming buy some fruit. He thought, more hands mean more strength, and it would be easier to hold on to his thighs!

Qi Mingchao smiled proudly at Yang Fan. They were both ancestors, so one could tell who was more important at a glance.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, feeling so proud!

"No problem, five hundred per pound!"

Tang Yuanyuan was dumbfounded. Why did the price increase so much all of a sudden?

He wanted to ask why, but seeing the other party's unhappy expression, he didn't dare to ask in the end.

Five hundred is five hundred, he has money.

Finally, Qi Ming left Yang Fan's house and returned to the underworld, carrying a pound of peaches, a pound of grapes, a pound of loquats given by Tang Yuanyuan and Yan Qing, as well as two and a half peaches given by Yang Fan.

It’s not that he doesn’t want too much, but fruits taste best when they are fresh.

When his colleagues saw him coming back soon after he left, and that he had brought back so many fresh fruits, they were so happy that they said, "Oh my god! Where did you go to work?!"

Where did this person work that he could get so many fresh fruits!

Peaches, loquats, grapes! Damn, they are all his favorites!
In an instant, the other colleagues stood up like hungry wolves seeing food, staring at Qi Ming with green light in their eyes, as if they were ready to grab him at any time.

Qi Ming curled his lips and smiled, with a bit of pride in his eyes, "I got this from Huangquan Station. If you want to eat it, you can go to Huangquan Station to buy fruit. It costs RMB 60 per pound." Colleagues: "..."

Brother, are you okay? We have been dead for many years, where did we get the RMB?

They couldn't snatch the peaches, so they could only watch Qi Ming eat the peaches bite by bite, drooling profusely.

After Qi Ming finished eating half of the peach, he collected the remaining fruit, took it home to eat, then picked up the keyboard and started working.

That ghost messenger and the evil ghost who committed the crime should be severely punished, and not only the ordinary ghost messenger, but also their leader should be punished!
How was the assessment conducted that such a pest was allowed to be appointed as a ghost messenger!

Penalty!
The colleague beside him was so green-eyed when he saw him eating peaches, "Why don't you give me some of the work at Huangquan Station, and I'll help you share it."

Qi Ming glanced at him and sneered, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic before."

When he was overwhelmed by all kinds of complaints from Huangquan Station, he had never seen him so enthusiastic in helping him share the work.

My colleague smiled cheekily and said, "I just saw that you work hard outside every day, so I wanted to help you share the burden."

Qi Ming snorted coldly and said nothing, concentrating on his work.

The colleague felt that he had asked for trouble, sighed helplessly, and turned back to his workstation. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the name of the punishment he submitted and paused, "Qi Feng? What did he do wrong?"

"He allowed his subordinates to work together with evil spirits and murder innocent people."

As Qi Ming spoke the last word, the words "penalty submission successful" were displayed on the computer.

On the other side, at the gate of the underworld, a middle-aged male ghost in a ghost messenger uniform kept walking back and forth at the gate, looking towards the gate anxiously from time to time. Why hasn’t he come back yet? Could something have happened?
After waiting for a long time, the ghost I wanted to see did not come back.

He didn't dare to go and see what was going on. He heard from other ghosts that the stationmaster of Huangquan Station was a tough guy who was not easy to deal with.

Could it be that he had a conflict with that webmaster?

The more the middle-aged male ghost thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the case. He felt extremely regretful and wished he would not have let him go earlier!

No, I have to go back quickly, pretend that I know nothing and distance myself from it, otherwise he will be implicated as well.

The middle-aged male ghost was thinking about turning around and leaving, but at this moment he received a punishment from the Underworld Management Center.

A stern and cold male voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Ma Yong, as a ghost messenger, you helped the evil ghost Li Feng to kill innocent people and abused the Soul Locking Bell."

"Dismiss his position as a ghost messenger, sentence him to life imprisonment, and confine him to the ninth level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Oil Pot Hell. Punish him with the Oil Pot Punishment, and execute him immediately!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ma Yong's Yincha mark was taken away, and a soul-locking bell appeared under his feet. At the same time, a black door opened behind him, and a huge black hand dragged him away.

"No!"

In the blink of an eye, Ma Yong disappeared from the spot. A shrill roar echoed in the air, and the ghosts not far away were scared and fled in all directions.

Oh my god, it’s so scary, run away!

One of the short ghosts followed the group of ghosts, running all the way, turning left and right, and finally ran into a big house.

"What! You said Ma Yong was arrested!" Li Feng, who was still having fun, sat up straight immediately after hearing the news, "You are not seeing things!"

"Sir, I saw it right!" the short ghost said anxiously, "I saw with my own eyes that he was taken to the eighteenth level of hell."

The fact that he could directly use the punishment of the Eighteen Levels of Hell without giving any chance to appeal meant that the senior underworld officials at the management center knew about his affairs.

Da Zhuang must be in danger too. That little bitch must have gone to find someone for help!
But who could she go to? Could it be the messenger from the management center contacted by the new stationmaster? But how could a little girl who knew a little bit of Taoism have such great abilities? !
Li Feng's mind raced, he stood up and ran out. Now was not the time for him to think about who was ruining his plans. He had to go and beg Lord Hei Ming to save him. If the management center punished him, he would be finished!
Fuck! He had clearly told those people not to let them burn things for that little bitch, but they didn't listen to him. He would never let them go!

Li Feng was thinking when suddenly a ruthless and cold voice sounded in his ears.

"The evil ghost Li Feng killed innocent people, devoured ghosts, and forced female ghosts to marry him. He violated the laws of the underworld many times. He was sentenced to be stripped of his evil ghost cultivation and sentenced to life imprisonment. He will be imprisoned in the eighteen levels of hell and will rotate in each level until his soul is scattered. The execution is suspended."

The next second after he finished speaking, Li Feng felt the strength in his body being drained away. In just a moment, his cultivation level dropped from that of a fierce ghost to that of an ordinary ghost without any cultivation level. He fell weakly to the ground.

At the same time, a large and heavy soul-locking bell was added to his feet. The burning pain from his feet made him feel like dying.

"Ahhhhhh!" Li Feng's miserable screams echoed over the house.

The ghosts around were frightened by him and fled in panic. The short ghost who ran back to report ran the fastest.

Oh my god, who are these people from Huangquan Station? Why did they get punished so quickly?!

On the other side, a certain innocent team leader and general who also received the punishment news: ????
(End of this chapter)