Chapter 29: Complained by a Ghost

Seeing Li Wenlin walking back so happily that he trembled with fear, Yang Fan could not help but sigh.

In the evening, Yang Fan received a transfer from Li Kangping on WeChat. He transferred money to her three times, each time for 50,000 yuan.

He noted separately that it was his amulet, the money Yang Fan paid for his fortune-telling, and the money for the calming talisman Yang Fan gave to Grandma Xu and the others.

Yang Fan took 50,000 yuan from the amulet, but did not take the other 100,000 yuan. She returned it to him directly and sent a message to the other party, saying that it was a gift from her to Grandma Xu and the others and she would not accept any money.

That piece of talisman paper was just her meal money at Grandma Xu's house every day.

And the divination she had given him was also given to him by her for free.

After sending a message to Li Kangping, Yang Fan put away his phone and put it aside to charge.

Li Kangping on the opposite side saw the message she sent and kept sighing in his heart that Yang Fan was a good person.

With another 50,000 yuan in deposits, plus the more than 50,000 yuan he had left before, Yang Fan now has more than 100,000 yuan left.

More than 100,000 yuan could pay for two years' rent, but she wanted to rent it for five years at a time, which would be 250,000 yuan, and she would have to sell a few more talismans.

And I must buy the tricycle tomorrow! It is so inconvenient to carry the backpack.

Yang Fan moved the loquats that she had picked during the day and had not sold to the express warehouse, and planned to give the remaining loquats to the two ghosts who worked for her.

She doesn't know what the salary is at Huangquan Station yet, so she just considers this as the salary for their work for her.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the gates of the underworld opened again on time. Compared to the crowded scene last night, the only two ghosts that came out today were Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi who came to work.

Yang Fan looked at the two ghosts and saw that there was no other ghost behind them. He was surprised and asked, "Where are the ghosts? Why are you two the only ones to come out today?"

Liang Zishu spread his hands and shrugged, "They are all afraid to come to work, so they don't come."

Yang Fan glanced at the full warehouse of express deliveries in the back and said, "It doesn't matter. They will come eventually."

With so many express deliveries, there will always be ghosts.

Yang Fan pointed to the half basket of loquats beside him and said, "These loquats are for you to eat."

The two ghosts looked at each other with shock in their eyes, "These are for us to eat?!"

You have to know that they came out to steal fruits and vegetables in the past, but because they came out rarely and their strength was relatively weak, they could not snatch them from other ghosts, so it was already very good for them to eat one or two spiritual fruits each time.

Now they are given so many spiritual fruits to eat! Are they dreaming?

Look at the spiritual energy on this fruit, just looking at it makes them drool.

"Well, take these and eat them," Yang Fan said, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation on the gaming chair. "No one will come to pick up the package tonight, so both of you go to the mountain and help me weed."

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

As long as we give them spiritual fruits to eat, there will be no problem in letting them do anything!

The two men carried the loquats in the basket up the mountain, intending to eat while they worked.

Liang Zishu said to Jian Xiangdi happily, "Little brother, you are right. This job is really good!"

Not only can I come out from the underworld to play every day, but I can also eat so many spiritual fruits without having to compete with other ghosts. It’s so happy!
Jian Xiangdi had not expected this kind of benefit. He had originally only thought that he could go out for activities every day. His young face rarely revealed a childish expression that matched his appearance.

"I'm right, this job is great."

"Great, kid, you're awesome!"

The voices of the two ghosts were getting farther and farther away. Yang Fan listened to their voices and sighed in her heart. She had never eaten any good food. Thinking back to her time, the spiritual energy was abundant and the area around Sanqing Mountain was full of spiritual fruits and plants.

She used to eat spiritual fruits as meals, but now the air is filled with all kinds of indescribable smells besides the smell of car exhaust.

After the two ghosts left, Yang Fan sat alone in the warehouse meditating. He didn't know since when, but the computer kept making a "beep beep" sound for message notifications.

Yang Fan stopped meditating and simply ignored the message alert sound coming from the computer.

Until the landline next to the computer suddenly rang. "I'm living a good life, prosperous, catching up with the good times and happy years..."

The DJ version of "Happy Years" ringtone echoed in the quiet warehouse, and the volume gradually became louder.

Are you sick? Calling someone in the middle of the night.

Yang Fan's eyebrows twitched twice, and he opened his eyes, his eyes full of displeasure at being suddenly interrupted. He slid his chair to the phone and picked up the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

A clear, pleasant male voice came from the other end of the line, "Excuse me, is this Station Master Yang Fan?"

Yang Fan was a voice control person. The pleasant voice instantly dispelled some of her unhappiness. Her voice became gentler. "It's me. What's wrong?"

"I'm the complaint handler for the underworld, employee number 0412. I've received more than complaints and negative reviews about you, and I need to verify the situation with you now."

What the hell is a complaint?

Yang Fan frowned slightly, "What complaint?"

"Someone complained that you exploited them to work for you for no reason during work last night. Is this true?"

Yang Fan denied it, "It's not true."

0412 asked: "What is the fact?"

Yang Fan replied: "The truth is that they stole the fruit from my house, so I asked them to pay their debts with labor!"

0412 was silent for a few seconds, and then said to her in a steady voice: "You have no right to order ordinary ghosts to work. You need to know this."

"And you forcibly closed the passage from the underworld to the post station last night, which was also an illegal operation."

"They are not ordinary ghosts. They are thieves who stole my fruit. It is reasonable for me to do this."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his tone turned cold, "If you feel it's inappropriate, I can come over and talk to you face to face."

"By the way, let's talk about how you forcibly bound me to this ghost station."

0421: ...Is this a threat?
Yang Fan's eyes flashed with coldness. She didn't expect that these ghosts would dare to complain about her. It was good enough that she didn't complain about them cheating, but they actually dared to complain about her.

0421 cleared his throat and typed out a few words.

"Since you have just taken office, you may not be familiar with the rules of the post station, so we will not deal with your complaint and negative review for the time being."

"I will send you a detailed list of the post station regulations later. Please take a look and try not to make similar mistakes in the future."

"What will happen if you make a mistake?" Yang Fan asked.

0412: "It will affect your performance appraisal and ultimately your salary."

Yang Fan asked: "What is my salary?"

She still hasn't figured out this problem.

0412 calmly answered her, "Merit."

Yang Fan turned her head with some surprise and looked at the merits floating above the warehouse that she could not absorb.

It turns out that those were the merits of Yang Xiuwen.

Is it because he died so suddenly that he didn’t have time to collect his salary?
Seeing that she didn't answer, 0412 spoke again, "This complaint has already..."

"Let me ask you," Yang Fan interrupted him, "How long does it take to deliver something from the living world to the underworld?"

0412: "Same-day delivery."

"Okay, got it. Goodbye."

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, she hung up the phone.

0412 on the opposite side: ...I can’t do this crappy job for even a day!
The author has made some minor adjustments to the previous article, and corrected the typos. If there are any typos that the author has not found, I hope you can help point them out. The author will thank you very much.