Chapter 80 They Want to Calculate Wages According to Earthly Money
"Brother! The nigger's been caught!"
Xiao Lin received a call from Yan Bin and hurriedly shared the good news with Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing smiled, "Yeah, I heard it."
The phone was being played loudly, and he heard Yan Bin's words with his own ears.
Finally, they brought those criminals to justice!
It’s just a pity that he wasn’t there and couldn’t catch them himself.
Xiao Changfeng and his wife were so moved that they wiped away their tears. This was the justice their son had exchanged for his life!
When they learned of their son's death, they did not rush here to see their son immediately, in order not to alert the criminals and to cooperate with the police to capture the criminals. That's why they waited until now.
Now that the murderer who killed their son has finally been caught, the couple can finally feel relieved.
"That's great! Officer Xiao's efforts have not been in vain!"
Liang Zishu, who heard their conversation in the post station, was deeply moved.
Jian Xiangdi clenched her hands excitedly, "Great! The bad guy has finally been caught!"
His childhood dream was to become a policeman, but unfortunately he died before he grew up to realize his dream.
Seeing their family reunited, crying and laughing, Liang Zishu was moved, but also a little sad. She turned to look at Yang Fan, "Stationmaster, if I want my friends to come and see me, can I work to pay off my debts?"
"I don't want any salary anymore, Station Master, is that ok?"
Jian Xiangdi also looked at Yang Fan expectantly. His mother didn't have that much money either, so she wondered if he could work to pay off the debt and get a chance to see his family again.
"Stationmaster, is this possible?"
It is not impossible to pay off debts by working.
Yang Fan opened his eyelids and glanced at them, yawning lazily. Under their expectant gazes, he slowly spoke, "One hundred thousand yuan, sixty yuan for a pound of fruit, calculate how long you will have to work for nothing."
Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi counted on their fingers.
A pound of spiritual fruit sells for 60 yuan in the human world. Their monthly salary is two pounds. They also get four fruits a day for their normal work. The fruits are big and small. On average, they can get about twelve pounds of spiritual fruit a month.
If they had twelve kilograms of spiritual fruit in the underworld, they would become rich overnight.
But twelve kilograms of spiritual fruit only cost seven hundred and twenty yuan in the world of the living, and it would take nearly one hundred and thirty-nine months, nearly twelve years, to earn one hundred thousand yuan.
One hundred thousand is just the meeting fee. If you want them to call or send something over, you'll need other money. It will take decades in total.
After all the calculation, Liang Zishu couldn't help but sigh. The labor of ghosts in the world of the living is so worthless.
Before she died, she had 10,000 yuan a month. Now that she's a ghost, she only earns 720 yuan a month working. She's working in the world of the living... Hmm? Something seems wrong...
A white light flashed across Liang Zishu's head, and she discovered something was wrong.
She gave Yang Fan a flattering smile and said, "Stationmaster, look, although we are ghosts, we are working for you in the world of the living. Can you see if we can pay you according to the salary in the world of the living?"
If calculated based on the salary in the world of the living, say 3,000 yuan a month, then 100,000 yuan can be saved up in less than three years.
Moreover, if three thousand yuan can be exchanged for spiritual fruits, it can be fifty kilograms, which is much more cost-effective than asking for spiritual fruits directly.
Jian Xiangdi hadn't reacted yet and looked at Liang Zishu in confusion. They were ghosts, so why should they calculate according to the money of the living world? They couldn't use the money of the living world.
Yang Fan looked at Liang Zishu with a smile, this guy's brain was working quite quickly.
Liang Zishu: There’s nothing I can do about it. This is the result of years of experience as a corporate slave.
She cautiously tried, "Stationmaster, is it okay?"
"I don't want much, three thousand a month is enough, or two thousand five hundred is fine. If you agree, I'll do it for two thousand." Woo woo woo... Although she wanted to pay off her debts with work in exchange for a chance to see her friends, she still didn't want to be a slave for so long, decades. If she had been reborn earlier, she would have reached the age to be a social animal again.
"It's a good idea," Yang Fan's eyes fell on her brows, his eyes were cold, "but have you forgotten that you are my ghost slaves?"
Even if she didn't pay them, they still had to work for her.
Liang Zishu's expression froze, his pupils dilated, a chill rose from the depths of his soul and spread throughout his entire body, and the air around him became thin.
Jian Xiangdi didn't understand what they said yet, but he felt the atmosphere around him became tense.
"However," Yang Fan changed the subject and slowly looked away, "I think your calculation makes sense."
"After all, this is the mortal world, and your wages should be settled according to the mortal world."
After her gaze moved away, Liang Zishu felt that he could breathe freely. Then he looked at Yang Fan eagerly and asked, "Can you pay them according to the salary in the world of the living?"
Yang Fan stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "If we calculate it based on the salary in the mortal world... then let's say you make 2,500 a month. If you work in the fields, you'll get an extra 100 a day."
By this calculation, if they work in the fields thirty days a month, they can get a salary of 5,500 yuan.
Liang Zishu answered without thinking, "Okay!"
Five thousand five hundred yuan a month, five hundred yuan is used to exchange for spiritual fruits to ensure her life in the underworld, and five thousand yuan is saved up to visit friends. In just a few years, she can save hundreds of thousands of yuan.
"Let's forget about the past, let's start counting from today," Yang Fan looked down at his phone, "June 15th, just in time, I'll pay you last month's salary on the 15th of every month."
Liang Zishu nodded vigorously like a little puppy and said "good" several times in a row.
When Jian Xiangdi heard this, she finally understood what they said and a silly smile appeared on her face. They could use the money from the world of the living.
"Webmaster, could you please transfer half of my salary to my mother?" His mind was working quickly now.
Liang Zishu: Yes! It can be done this way!
Yang Fan yawned and said, "We'll talk about it later. If you know their account, it's not impossible."
Really!
The two ghosts hugged each other excitedly and spun around in circles with joy.
They are really successful. Even after becoming ghosts, they can earn money to help people in the world of the living!
"Then let's get to work now!"
After a burst of excitement, Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi turned around and ran out to work, taking away the ghosts who had just come out of the gate of the underworld.
Those ghosts who just came out:? ? What the hell, they just came out?
"Go, go, go, work, work!"
Hey, Xiao Qianqian, they are here to make you hot~
Xiao Lin, who happened to hear the whole thing in the yard, rolled his eyes quickly and had an idea in his mind.
After Xiao Changfeng and his wife calmed down, the family sat in the yard and chatted like they used to.
Lin Shu looked at her son who seemed normal but whom she could not touch, and her tears could not be controlled. Xiao Changfeng tried to comfort her while suppressing his grief.
"Don't be sad, we are lucky that we can still see Xiaojing now."
Compared to many people, they are already very lucky, at least they still have the opportunity to see their children.
Xiao Jing and Xiao Lin were also there to comfort him, and with their comfort, Lin Shu finally calmed down.
The family did not disperse until almost four o'clock. Xiao Jing returned to the underworld, and Xiao Lin and her parents returned to Grandma Xu's house to rest.
(End of this chapter)