According to Liu Bei's plan, Wan Chou went to a store, bought a few large bundles of yellow paper, went to the decorative materials market, bought a few pieces of wood, and then bought a few boxes of ink from the store, and took them home together.

Liu Bei muttered to Taishan for a while, and Taishan ran to the yard and started working hard. Half an hour later, Wanchou had two more brushes in his hand, to be precise, two roller brushes. Liu Bei spread out the yellow paper and Dou E poured the ink. Wanchou looked at the roller brushes with many patterns engraved, and dripped ink. After rolling over the yellow paper, a pattern appeared on it, which looked like a ghost coins, but it didn't look very similar.

"What is this?" Wanchou asked Liu Bei in wonder.

"This is the acceptance bill of exchange of the Underworld Tiandi Bank, with a term of thirty years."

"Ah? There is really a Tiandi Bank and a bill of acceptance in the underworld? Who will pay for this?"

Liu Bei smiled and said, "Of course, who bought it and paid it. Don't think that the underworld is behind the world. Why are so many gold, ingots, silver, and ingots stored? There are also many unclaimed underworld notes, where did they go in the end? It is naturally the Bank of Heaven and Earth, which is commonly known as the offering pavilion."

The scope of "Supplement Pavilion?" is still not clear.

"The offering pavilion is like the vault of the underworld. Many ghosts have used up the money that cannot be used up. Ghosts who are temporarily short of money can also borrow and withdraw, and of course they have to pay in the end. So there is such a document contract. As long as someone in the world admits it and is willing to pay within the time limit, the ghost can withdraw the money at will according to the above amount. Once the period is up, the person who promises to fulfill the promise must return it to the underworld in full, otherwise it will violate the Yin law and the consequences are very serious. The kind I asked you to print is the universal acceptance bill of the underworld, with a face value of 100 billion. This is much better than your method, right?"

"Are you saying true?" Feng Chou's eyes turned green. What is this? This is printing coins in disguise, and it is not illegal. You don't have to pay back the money you owe to Tiandi Bank by yourself. This is simply a profit without any money!

Liu Bei proudly held his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "I have pointed you a Yangguan Avenue. The rest of the road is going to be taken by yourself. Whether you can find customers depends entirely on your ability."

"No problem, no problem. I have the help of Landlord. Haha, I really want to get rich this time. Brother Liu, you said, how much is the right amount to sell for such a bill of exchange?"

"You have your own idea. Also, what I asked Taishan to do for you is two kinds of denominations, the other one is 10 billion, and you can control it freely and flexibly. The most important thing is that it cannot be abused, otherwise it will destroy the financial order in the underworld, and you will not be able to stop it at that time."

Fan Chou swallowed, looked at the 100 billion and 10 billion in his hand, and asked again: "Then I'm not printing it privately, can the Underworld Tiandi Bank admit it?"

"This was originally printed on earth, but only some psychic families who have long-term contact with the underworld are qualified to print. No one will know about it. I told you, it can be considered as leaking the secret, but as long as there is no accident, no one will pursue it."

After hearing Liu Bei's words, Fan Chou felt relieved, but Taishan poured a basin of cold water: "You are talking lively. There are only patterns on it, no seals, just a piece of waste paper, which is useless."

Liu Bei slapped his forehead and said to Wanchou: "It's not bad, I forgot this. As a seal, we can't engrave it privately, because it is specially made by the underworld bank and has magic power. Even if we carve it out, we can't stamp it. It's indeed a piece of waste paper."

"Well..." Fan Chou was in trouble when he heard this, but then said: "It seems that he still needs to ask Cui Ming for help, but I don't know if he can have the opportunity to go to the Underworld Tiandi Bank."

Liu Bei smiled without saying a word, stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes.

This matter was temporarily put aside, just waiting for Cui Ming to come to him for help, but at the same time, in the Geopark Hall, Uncle Li frowned from time to time as he listened to the young man's report.

"A unique courtyard in an old building area has no storefront, and I have bought a bunch of inexplicable things, wood, yellow paper, and ink. Does this person have to print it by himself? Humph, how much can he print it by himself? Let him go. I guess he is a newcomer, and he can't find any way, and he can't make any big waves even if he counts."

Uncle Li muttered for a long time, suddenly raised his head and asked the young man: "By the way, your uncle Zilong went to summon the souls of that family, why haven't you come back yet?"

The young man hurriedly replied: "When Uncle Zilong left, he said that if it goes well, he will be back today."

Uncle Li waved his hand expressionlessly: "It's okay, you go and do it."

The young man agreed and turned around and sat down to continue playing with his phone. Uncle Li smiled silently, looked at the time, and had a strange smile on his face.

Wanchou had nothing to do at home, and he held his cheek and waited for it to get dark. He seemed very leisurely, but in fact he was in a mess now.

Where did Hua Xiaoxin's soul go, where is the land grandma, can Cui Ming help him get the seal, can Xia Bing's villa be moved successfully, who is the brother Wuchang who seized the land temple, whether the culprit of the bizarre robbery in the city is a human or a ghost, and the most important point is that the task achievement rate is 17%. When 20%, the second boss will be on the stage, how should I catch it? These piles of lawsuits are like dark clouds, which makes the category so painful.

While he was extremely confused, two calls came one after another, one joy and one sorrow that made Wanchou smile first, and then he hit the top like lightning.

The first one is Xia Bing. Her uncle has agreed. Xia Bing will come to deliver the key tomorrow and can move it at any time. However, he has to sign a contract. The lease period is only one year, and the rent is 100,000 yuan. However, there is one thing that, after the expiration of one year, if the house is sold, Feng Cang will be responsible for one year of after-sales service. That is to say, if there is another problem within this year, he will be responsible for the removal of ghosts for free.

Wanchou was happy. After a year, if it went well and the ghosts were caught, there would naturally be no problems. If you didn’t complete the task, you probably would go to the underworld to report it. You can’t find me even if you want to.

This was a heart disease that was removed. The second call was from Guo Cuzi, who said that Hua Xiaoxin had woken up. Fan Chou had just gotten happy, but Guo Cuzi said again, although he woke up, he was crazy.

Wanchou asked in surprise: "Why are you crazy? What are the symptoms?"

Guo Crooker said: "The symptoms are that he doesn't know people anymore, he doesn't eat or drink, and he hits anyone when he sees them. His eyes are red. Fortunately, after struggling for more than a long time, he finally calms down and no longer makes a fuss. However, he doesn't speak, his face is so gloomy that he is afraid of others. He doesn't dare to touch him anymore. Now he is locked in the house, and a group of people are helpless."

Wanchou pondered for a while and asked, "Where did you come from? Is this news accurate?"

Guo Crooker said: "I'm at their house now. Are you sure you think it's accurate? His old man hired a famous master from another place and then invited some of our local people to help. He woke up the person from last night to this morning. Who knew that this happened."

After a pause, Guo Crooker said again: "So, I have already told Hua Xiaoxin that I would like to come and have a look."

"I'll go over? What can I see? Aren't you a group of experts? There is also a famous master. Even if something goes wrong, you can still settle it."

"Hehe, it's just a little bit. The old Taoist has been knocked down by Hua Xiaoxin in his head, and he is still unconscious."

"So powerful?" Fan Chou was secretly surprised, and a thought came to his mind. Could it be...

"I suspect Hua Xiaoxin is not a human being now." Guo Crooked said it for him.

"I'll be there soon!" Fan Cho's heart skipped a beat, and he ran out of the door and headed straight for Hua Xiaoxin's house.
Chapter completed!