Chapter 46 Getting off work early
Taking advantage of the night, Yan Bin and the other two took the USB drive and the undercover information provided by Xiao Jing and left with Xiao Lin.

The bustling yard suddenly became quiet. Xiao Jing stood at the gate of the yard, listening to the sound of cars getting farther and farther away, and his figure became more and more lonely.

Compared to his loneliness, Yang Fan next to him was very happy, having earned 700,000 yuan in one night.

All the money from renting the land was earned.

Yang Fan put his hands behind his back and turned around to talk to Xiao Jing in a cheerful tone, "If you are not in a hurry to reincarnate when you return to the underworld, please help me spread the word that Huangquan Express can not only receive but also send."

Help ghosts mail things, you can make money quickly.

Xiao Jing nodded and agreed to her words, then worried about her health, "Stationmaster, are you okay?"

Yang Fan waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Her voice was not as weak as before, and her face was rosy.

She did this little thing effortlessly.

He pretended to be like that just to extort money.

Her master once taught her that if people in their line of work want customers to willingly pay that much money, they have to act in front of customers as if the task is not easy to accomplish.

The procedure must be complicated, the props must be matched, and at the end you have to appear to be working very hard, so that others won't think you are a liar.

After all, there are too many scammers in the world. They act more professional than those who really know the business, and ordinary people are easily deceived.

"Come here and pick up your express delivery. Go back quickly." Yang Fan turned around and walked towards the post station. "Your sister even made some chocolate specially for you..."

"Thank you!"

Xiao Jing's voice came from behind, his voice was still gentle and firm.

As if sensing something, Yang Fan stopped and turned to look.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Jing's back remained straight and he raised his hand to salute.

In a daze, she saw the young man wearing the navy blue uniform, standing under the red flag and swearing an oath to the red flag. The boy's voice was sonorous, gentle and firm.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before her eyes turned blood red. She saw his straight spine being chopped into pieces by the enemy. He held the USB drive tightly in his hand until his death. Finally, his body, which was chopped into pieces like his, was burned to ashes.

Yang Fan's eyes were dazed for a moment but soon became clear again. Xiao Jing was still wearing his favorite white shirt, his face was clean and pure, and his eyes were still firm.

She turned and continued walking forward, her voice carried over the warm wind, "You're welcome."

Not long after Xiao Jing took the express delivery, Jian Xiangdi and a few other ghosts who had gone to work in the mountains also came back.

Seeing that Xiao Lin was not in the yard, Liang Zishu was a little curious, "Stationmaster, is that little girl gone?"

"You've already seen people, why are you staying here if you don't leave?"

Yang Fan pointed at the counter with her finger, and all the ghosts' eyes followed her hand and saw several loquats on the counter, a total of 16 loquats.

"Liang Zishu, Jian Xiangdi, take four of the fruits from above, and give the others to each of them, two each. But—"

She changed the subject, pointed at the two ghosts who stole the fruit, and said, "Those two who stole the fruit are gone."

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi smiled and nodded, saying in unison: "Okay, Station Master!"

See? If you work hard, you will get fruits to eat!

The other four people who worked hard looked at Yang Fan in disbelief. Could he give them spiritual fruits to eat?
The two ghosts, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu, put their four fruits into their pockets and distributed the other eight loquats to the other four ghosts who worked hard.

The ghost whose face remained the same as before her death was a woman in her thirties. She was about to cry when she got the two loquats. After eating the two fruits, she made herself look better.

Woohoo…that’s so good!

She had come out several times before but failed to grab the fruit, but now she can finally eat this fruit.

The other three were all male ghosts. Two of them ate the fruit directly, while the other one, who looked the most ferocious, carefully put the loquat in his pocket to take it back for his family. The two ghosts who stole the fruit and didn't get the loquat were unhappy, and the young male ghost questioned Yang Fan.

"Why don't we have any fruit?"

Middle-aged male ghost: "Yes, yes, we have done all the work, why do you only give it to them and not to us?"

This isn't fair! We all work together!

Facing the two ghosts' questioning, Yang Fan lazily opened his eyelids, his eyes cold, "Do you still need me to explain to you how the holes on your mouths came about? Don't you have any idea?"

He ate her fruit and asked her why.

"Would you like me to explain to you why?" She raised her hand and pretended to draw a talisman in the air.

The two ghosts immediately became timid and dared not speak, their eyes full of dissatisfaction and regret.

If they had known that they would get fruits to eat after working, they would not have stolen the fruits. Now they ended up losing more than they gained. Not only did they not get to eat the fruits, but they also got their faces pierced.

At this time, it was still ten minutes before four o'clock. After taking their express deliveries, Yang Fan let Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu go.

Only a few ghosts came to pick up the express this evening, and no more ghosts will come out in the last ten minutes.

Then leave work early.

Stationmaster Yang is so willful.

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi, who left work early, jumped happily and waved goodbye to Yang Fan.

After the ghosts left, Yang Fan yawned and ignored the message reminders that kept popping up on his computer. He locked the warehouse door and left.

Hell Office Complaints Processing Center

There are many computers in the quaint office, and there is a ghost sitting in front of each computer. They are dressed differently, some in ancient costumes, some in clothes from the Republic of China period, and some in modern clothes.

Four o'clock in the morning is the time for them to get off work. Looking at the clock on the wall, there are still ten minutes left until the end of get off work. Basically, no one is working anymore. Everyone is actively waiting to get off work.

Except for employee number 0421.

The colleague next to him saw that he was still clicking the mouse, so he came over and asked, "0421, why are you still working? You will be off work in a few minutes."

0421 is a handsome man who looks to be in his twenties. He stares at the screen with a frown.

He pulled his off-white casual shirt up to his elbows in annoyance, and the golden earrings on his ears, which usually sparkled, became a little dull as his owner's mood changed.

He said helplessly, "The new stationmaster at Huangquan Station doesn't cooperate with my work at all."

It's been a whole night and he hasn't replied to any of the messages I sent.

I don’t know where the graves of the students in this class are growing grass.

The colleague patted his shoulder sympathetically and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

They all heard that the new stationmaster of Huangquan Station was no simple person.

They couldn't use tough measures to get rid of the people, after all, it was difficult to recruit people for this position. The people before were ordinary people who were forcibly bound by them and they had no way to free themselves except death.

But this newcomer is different. He is a capable man and might come to their underworld to cause trouble if they disagree with something.

I can only contact the other party in a good mood and negotiate with her to deal with those ghost complaints.

What's more, she actually violated the rules and sent things from the underworld to the world of the living!
0412 looked at the illegal operation reminder that lit up on the computer and sighed helplessly.

Forget it, get off work! We'll talk about it in the evening.

(End of this chapter)