After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 12
A flamboyant leaflet was pulled out from a blank sheet of paper, Gu Ling took it and read it out. "A monthly income of [-] yuan is not a dream. As long as you have a computer and mobile phone, you can operate it without any miscellaneous fees...As long as you are [-] years old, there is no limit to your age or education, and you will be given a basic salary of [-] yuan. You don't need to check in every day."

Yeah?

Still have such a good job? "Then I'll go back and have a look. Let's go for an interview today on Friday and next Monday."

As soon as the voice fell, the old telephone on the countertop of the shop rang.

"Hi, come to Xizhi Zhapu."

"Hello, Gu Ling? I'm my aunt."

Hearing this voice, Gu Ling stopped writing and drawing, and replied: "Hi aunt, what's the matter?"

"I, I didn't want to disturb you at first, but we have a problem here, which has seriously affected my family's life. I would like to ask you to take a look." The other party was also very embarrassed. The situation turned a blind eye, but now he needs the help of the other party.

Speaking of which, her old face was going to blush.

Gu Ling didn't answer, but the other party hastily added; "I'm sorry Gu Ling, I know we did something wrong before, but my father also gave you the only property, so you can come here for my father's sake! Don't worry , Just this time, I was almost driven crazy by the movement at night, and the movement still appeared in the daytime these two days, I—”

"Shhh." Gu Ling stopped her complaining, and it's not a problem to walk around for this cause and effect. "Don't say too much, you can send me the location, as long as the money and goods are settled, I will set off right away."

"Ah? Oh, oh, okay, I'll definitely give you the money, so you agree, and I'll give you the address right away."

Gu Ling closed the shop, and went to the coffin shop opposite, saying that she would be away for three to five days, and asked the other party to leave her contact information if she had business.

The father and son in the coffin shop nodded in unison with their long, white faces. They only benefited from it two days ago. They earned thousands of yuan for handwork from Gu Ling. shop.

As for the security issues in the store, Gu Ling is not worried.

Gu Ling only packed a backpack and set off. She took the high-speed rail, then transferred to a bus, and then transferred to a country bus. After arriving in the town, she found that only the motorcycles would go to the house of Cui Hong, that is, the godmother who called, Gu Ling left and right. Check it out, choose a middle-aged man with a shiny face, and take a ride on his motorcycle.

"Hello, how much is it to go to Lingxiang?" Gu Ling asked the price.

One leg was in front of the car, and the toothpick was still in the corner of his mouth. Seeing the little girl in the white skirt asking him with a serious face, the master sat up straight subconsciously, and tentatively asked, "20 yuan?"

"Okay." Gu Ling got into the car, and the car drove away with two buzzing sounds.

On the road.

"There are ghosts in Lingxiang." Mo's master said gloomily.

Look at this girl's standard mandarin, she doesn't look like a local girl, what are you doing there in the middle of the night?He was just too curious.

Gu Ling has been sitting in the back seat for more than ten minutes from the station to this meeting. The master of this motorcycle tirelessly chatted with her, but seeing that she didn't respond much, he even told ghost stories.

This is an old habit of his, he likes to see the scared expressions of little girls, and hear their screams and trembling voices.

But that's all, for the rest, he has a lust but no guts.

However, as he talked, he always felt that the car seemed to be not driving smoothly. A gust of cool wind blew, and the motorcycle made a few clicks. It seemed that the engine had been turned off, and it could only be parked on a remote road with no people.

(End of this chapter)