"Brother Tai, are you interested in making a few more bamboo birds?"

Fan Chou looked at Taishan on the ceiling with a flattering smile, and kept rubbing his hands.

"Not interested, I never make a second one for the same thing."

Taishan was so hard that he threw down a sentence.

"Then you can do something else, but it's more valuable..."

"You want to exchange the utensils I made for money? Vulgarity! The master taught us that any creation is a failure if it is for money. Wooden utensils also have souls. Once it is contaminated with the smell of copper, it will become a vulgar thing like money. The master said that money should be treated like dirt..."

The scope suddenly became big: "Brother Tai, do you know where the braised pork I ate just now came from? That was exchanged for dirt. When you sleep in this house, you also exchanged for dirt. Look at you eating, drinking, living, and I have no other requests. I can't just give me some dirt?"

"Hmm? It seems that there is a reason, so I'll make a bamboo basket for you."

"Bamboo basket... are you planning to let me go out to sell baskets? I asked if you can make a magical one. You don't want to make a flying bird, but you can be a walking cow..."

"Are you talking about wooden ox? I can do this."

"Really? That's great. Brother Tai, just give me some instructions!"

"Uh, there is no hurry to tools. I have to recall how to do that thing. You know, it's been too long and I have forgotten a lot of things. Now, Qichao's thing, I remember the flying bird for the time being..."

Rancho said in a terrifying manner: "Then what will you do now?"

Taishan jumped down, thrust his chest, counting with great pride: "Tables, chairs, benches, beds, screens, doors, cabinets, bookshelfs... Let's put it this way, as long as humans can use furniture, wood and bamboo, I can do it!"

Wanchou was immediately in tears: "Brother Tai, when did you think of the walking cow? Tell me..."

Sitting on the sofa weakly, Wanchou muttered to himself: "Does the god really plan to let me sell baskets?"

Liu Bei suddenly wandered over and said, "Brother Fan, I can still weave straw sandals..."

"roll......"

Looking at these inexplicable guys, Fan Chou suddenly had an idea and jumped up immediately. Guo Crook's wretched smile flashed in front of him.

Ghost, these guys are all ghosts, and now there are ghosts everywhere in this city! I am so fuckingly lacking in mind. I almost didn’t even remember such a good opportunity to make money!

Almost at the same time, he remembered the 100,000 that Uncle Xia Bing promised, but then shook his head. The haunted house was too dangerous. It would be better to start with a low-level ghost and upgrade it slowly. It would not be too late to go there. It would be a fat man in one bite, and catching ghosts would not work.

Fanchou turned his mind quickly and turned his head to ask Dou E.

"Dou Dou, look at that female ghost in red, will it hurt people in the past two days?"

"It shouldn't be. In my opinion, they are now gathering yin energy, attracting the nearby ghosts to build a place similar to the base camp, but there will be no big climate. The female ghost in red is just the boss of the hell division, with weak strength. Before she can achieve her goal, she will accumulate energy and will not go out to harm others easily. Otherwise, why would you think she didn't chase us yesterday?"

"Isn't this... it's because of you? Aren't you all the big ghosts with an index of 100?"

"I was a long time ago, but that state can only appear temporarily, and my skills are slightly weaker than her. Don't forget that she is the boss, and I am not."

"Well, how many days do you think this time will be?"

"It might have been very fast, but yesterday you made a big fuss, and it will be slower next, about half a month."

"Okay!" Wanchou slapped, "In a few days, I will ask that little red ghost to tremble under my feet!"

"Then what are you going to do these days?" Dou E asked curiously.

"Hehe, I'm going to upgrade by killing monsters, plus some gold coins..."

Wanchou smiled mysteriously, turned around and went out, heading straight to the overpass in the south of the city.

Under the overpass, in a hidden corner, Guo Crooked Zi was holding Zhongnanhai, and smoke rings were sprayed out one by one, squinted his eyes, looking at the squatting beside him.

"It's rare, you kid actually thought of this path. It's amazing. It seems that your trip to the underworld has not been in vain."

"Where is, I just want to make some contribution to the stability and prosperity of our city, and do some small things within my ability to live in peace and prosperity..."

"Well, it's not bad, your shameless look is quite as charming as I was when I was young..."

"Get out, you're serious. How about we catching ghosts together? You should think carefully."

Guo Crooked the goatee and said, "Okay, that's OK, but you have to make a statement first. Don't take on the deadly job and don't do any dangerous things. Another thing, we have to have a name. You can't go out and say you are a ghost catching, right?"

"Uh, this...what do you mean?"

"Look, now we all have to make scientific predictions, let alone catch ghosts. Since ancient times, there are some specialties in the south and north horses. There are also great gods and immortals in the northeast. So although your ability is true, it is really not easy to find a background. I think, if we print two boxes of business cards, we will write a member of the Chinese Zhouyi Cultural Research Society or an academician of the Chinese Academy of Folk Culture Research. How about it?"

Wanchou stood up and stepped on his cigarette butt under his feet, saying, "If you have to hold it in, how can you lie? Then we don't need to talk about it. I tell you that the city has reached its most dangerous moment. As long as you put out the advertisements, a large number of customers will come to you soon. Do you believe it?"

"Look, why is this a lie? It's just to make us more legitimized. Otherwise, if you go out now and shout on the street, saying that you can catch ghosts, you see, the police will not catch you..."

"Then I don't care, I'm real."

But Guo Crooker still shook his head repeatedly: "It seems that you are still too young and think too simple. Do you think it's enough to have real skills these days? Does anyone believe you? Tell you that whether you believe or not is actually all in the same mouth. As long as what you say is that, the fake is true, but if you can't tell him, it is true. Nowadays, people sometimes like to be deceived. Do you believe it?"

Fan Chou was a little discouraged when he saw this old guy shaking his head and looking like a charlatan. Judging from what he meant, is this a big question?

Guo Crook seemed to be able to guess his psychology, and then said, "This is indeed a great question. Why do some people have real talents and knowledge but have bumpy problems, and some people are fooling around the road with their own words? Why can those who have real skills only make a living by playing a handful of art? Those fake monks and old Taoists wearing cassocks and Taoist robes drive sports cars and hug the girl, and do cheating, but some people willingly kneel down and call the master? Tell you, this is called learning, this is called art, do you understand?"

Qiong was completely speechless and lowered his head: "What do you think you should do?"

Guo Crook took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Fan Chou.

"Take it, go back and understand it, come to me if you figure it out. Don't worry, we make a living by relying on our real skills."

It turned out that this old guy really had a business card. After taking it, he saw that Guo Debao, a researcher at the Folk Culture Research Institute, said that he was still ashamed and did not write it as an academician.

"You fooled that young woman for 500 yuan, is it really a skill?" Fan Chou looked through the business card and said casually.

"Nonsense, of course, that's true ability. You fooled me into seeing it for 500 yuan?"

"...Okay, I really don't have the ability to do this, so I'll make a decision. I'll go back and think about it. I'll come to you tomorrow, and you'll find a relationship and get some life."

"The matter of contacting the customer is for me!" Guo Crook smiled like an old fox again.
Chapter completed!