1463: C1463 The Rich Make a Fortune for the Dead

C1463 The Rich Make a Fortune for the Dead

"Just a little bit. I felt something tugging at me, but it soon disappeared."1

Lan Mannru jumped in fright when she saw that she was already at the edge of the bed. "Lin Fann, where … where did that dirty thing go?"

"I got rid of it, that's all."

Pointing at the black dust on the ground, Lin Fann pouted, "Mannru, where do you usually move the most?"

Looking at the dust on the ground in disbelief, Lan Mannru couldn't react in time, "Ah? What did you say? "

She was asking about unclean things, and now she was pointing at the dust on the ground. What did that mean?

"Stop looking, the reason why you had such a nightmare recently was because you were pressed down by a ghost."

Seeing Lan Mannru's stupefied expression, Lin Fann gestured and said, "That ghost said he's ordered by someone, so I want to know where you usually operate. Maybe you've offended someone?"

"I usually only work for the company and my family, as for offending people, it's impossible. I'm so kind that I don't even want to step on ants."

Shaking her head, Lan Mannru swallowed her saliva. "Ghost pressure is something that only exists in movies. Is it really true in real life?"

"Whether you have it or not, you should be clear that ghosts are very strange."

Lin Fann rubbed his chin and changed the subject, "Bring me to your company tomorrow to take a look. If you don't find the source, you will continue to press on like a ghost in the future."

Ghosts could be eliminated, but it was useless if the mastermind was not eliminated. Since Lan Mannru was in line two, this matter must be related to the company.

"Lin Fann, it might actually be related to our company."

Holding her chin, Lan Mannru's tone was full of helplessness, "Our company earns money from people who die. It's all my fault for being too impulsive and not aiming for that little bit of salary."

Holy sh * t, dead people's money?

Lin Fann, who couldn't react in time, was stunned. "Mannru, your company can't be selling funeral products, right?"

"Lin Fann, what are you thinking about? Our company's product is underworld money."

Lan Mannru rolled her eyes at Lin Fann. She took out her phone and opened the photo album. "Other than the underworld currency, there are other products. We can do whatever the customer wants."

"Copper coins, paper money, villas, carts …"

Looking through the pictures one by one, Lin Fann's eyes immediately lit up: "What's wrong with these children? Young lady's money, royal sister's money, student's money …" "Tsk tsk."

"You can't do it without us. That's the motto of our company."

Seeing Lin Fann's surprised gaze, Lan Mannru smiled and said, "I don't know how many people have lived a romantic life. Even if they died, they would still want to continue living a romantic life."

"Mannru, who is this man?"

Lin Fann took out the photo and looked it over. When he saw a group photo, he pointed at the man in the middle and asked, "Your boss?"

"Yes, us Director Ye." Lan Mannru explained, "The only reason I got 20,000 yuan a month was all because of Director Ye. If Director Ye didn't invite me to come in, I probably wouldn't be able to afford a house now."

"20,000 yuan a month is enough for you to work hard. This business is too worth it."

After looking at everyone's profile pic in the photo, Lin Fann sneered: "A business that can earn money without losing anything. Your boss knows how to do business, so he's not an ordinary person, right?"

"I don't know Director Ye's exact background, but his connections are really wide. The company's business is very big, and his monthly turnover is in the tens of millions."

"More than ten million is on the surface, but the actual work is more profitable." Lin Fann retracted his gaze from the photo and asked, "If I'm not wrong, the employees of your company are very diligent in changing locations."

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