Although they recognized Fang Zheng, everyone's thoughts were similar to those of the ghost head, this monk should not continue to help ransom people, right? After all, the college student's family hasn't come yet, what if the family is not short of money?

Then, as if afraid that everyone would not understand, he added: "This money is willing to be given by the poor monks, how many donors do you want?"

"What?!" Bai Wenshui, Ghost Head, and the others shouted in unison almost at the same time, looking at Fang Zheng as if they were looking at monsters.

Fang Zheng looked at the ghost head and Bai Wenshui with a calm face, and continued to ask, "How much does it cost for the two donors to give the corpse to the poor monk?"

"Hey!" the ghost head cried out in surprise, and glanced at Bai Wenshui, and they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes: This is a rich monk! This is a monk with overflowing love! This is a big wronged man, a big fool! Don't cheat him, I'm sorry for myself!

So the ghost head waved his hand, stretched out two fingers and said, "Twenty thousand!"

"What? Yesterday it was only 12,000, why is it 20,000 today?"

"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today. Didn't you see that Brother Bai and I almost drowned? It's risky to do this job, and the price must be increased!" the ghost head said without showing weakness.

Without waiting for others to help speak, Fang Zheng spoke first: "Compared to a human life, 20,000 is not much. ”

"It's still you, a monk, who is on the Tao, and it's really not much compared to human life. "The ghost head is happy, the first time I have met such a fool.

Bai Wenshui said: "Monk, how much do you think this person is worth?" Bai Wenshui didn't ask in vain, they mix on the water every day, fishing people to make money, but they are also criticized for making money. If there is less, he is unwilling, and if he wants more, he will be scolded, and finally met a person who is willing to say high prices, such a good opportunity to raise prices, of course he has to seize it.

Fang Zheng said: "Priceless. ”

"That's right, according to what you say, 20,000 can't be given to you, 30,000!" Bai Wenshui said.

Fang Zheng said with a smile: "People are priceless, labor is valuable, fishing people delay fishing, affect life, and do need a certain amount of remuneration." However, the price of the corpse is demanded and the price is shouted all over the sky, which is inevitably over. ”

"Monk, what do you mean by this?" The ghost head is unhappy, and Bai Wenshui is not happy.

The people were originally a little dissatisfied with Fangzheng's words, but when they heard this, they immediately applauded.

"That's it! Bai Wenshui, we have no objection to you fishing for a certain amount of money, but you are too dark! How much money can you make a day of fishing? Three hundred and five hundred is the sky! Fishing for people, your mouth is tens of thousands, and your conscience lets the dog eat it?"

"Bai Wenshui, do you know why everyone didn't want to see you? At the beginning, you only received 2,000 yuan, and at that time everyone said that you were good! No one said that you were bad, but as a result? Your hearts are getting darker and darker day by day, and now you are all asking for 30,000 yuan, and you are still individuals? The corpse salvage team in the city next door to the family will collect a symbolic fee of 1,000 yuan. But which one only gives 1,000? Which one doesn't give 2,300? Knowing that your work is hard and dangerous, who can treat you badly?

"It's so good next door, you move over!" Bai Wenshui sneered.

The ghost head also said: "That's right, you go to Gobi City to find someone to catch people, and we don't mind." ”

"Someone else fishes, you don't mind? Phew, who found someone to break the leg of the previous volunteer corpse salvage team??" someone shouted.

"Okay, it's nonsense! What are you talking about? You have the ability to prove it, but you don't have the ability, don't **! Monk, people are here! These people make me very unhappy, don't want to take it without 50,000!" Bai Wenshui pointed to the corpse on the ground.

When everyone heard this, they were furious, but after saying a few words, they raised the price, and if they continued, they were afraid that if they would increase the price again, it would harm the families of the monks and college students. So they glared angrily, but did not speak......

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, looked at Bai Wenshui and the ghost head with a gentle face, and said: "Two, the poor monk said that there is a lot of money and a lot of debts, and a lot of debts have to be repaid." Are you sure you want 50,000?"

"Don't talk to me about those useless things! I don't believe in Buddhism! I only believe in money! Either give money and someone will take it. Either we'll drag them away, what do you like!" Bai Wenshui shouted.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, fifty thousand is fifty thousand. After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he took out 50,000 yuan from his bag and handed it over.

Bai Wenshui and Heitou just saw that there was still a lot of money in Fangzheng's package, and the red banknotes immediately stimulated the greed of the two people, and the ghost head almost subconsciously shouted: "Fifty thousand is to appease Brother Bai's unhappiness, what about mine? 100,000! I want 100,000!"

"You ......" everyone was anxious.

Fang Zheng was the first to speak: "Yes!"

Then Fang Zheng took out another 50,000, 100,000 yuan, a thick stack!

When the ghost head took it, they all felt like they were dreaming! The black mole man and the others were also a little daze when they saw so much money. Over the past year or so, they have indeed made a lot of money, but they have never made so much money from a corpse! They seem to see a golden avenue, all the way to the other side of making a fortune!

"Monk, if you do this, you are used to them! They took your 100,000 yuan this time, and they will dare to ask others for 100,000 yuan next time! If this continues, who will redeem them in the future?" someone said worriedly.

Before Fang Zheng could speak, the ghost head stopped doing it, cutting off his financial route? This is not okay! So the ghost head immediately shouted: "What are you shouting? I don't want you to pay!" As he spoke, the ghost head hurriedly put the money in his pocket, then carried the body to the shore, jumped on the boat, and together with Bai Wenshui, propped up the boat and ran away! They were also afraid that Fang Zheng would regret it!

And the police are coming, they usually ask for 18,000, and they can still talk about it, but now they can't say that they want 100,000 yuan for a person, even if the police can't arrest them, they will let them spit out one-ninth and return it to the monk. They don't want to lose the money they get!

Fang Zheng looked at the backs of the two leaving, waved his hand and shouted, "Both, is there a lot of money?"

This question was inexplicable, but the ghost still replied: "Not much!"

"Amitabha. Fang Zheng pronounced a Buddha name and turned to leave.

Everyone looked at it inexplicably, why did this monk ask such a sentence? Obviously, it was a lot! But after all the money was given, could he still get it back?

Fang Zheng didn't care what everyone thought, left the riverside, and not long after, the red boy returned. Sitting on the edge of the square in a huff, he said, "Master, you don't care about this kind of turtle bastard?"

Fang Zheng said slowly: "Who said it doesn't matter, let's go, sing a good show today!"

"Fun?" Red Boy was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the squirrel, both of them saw the smile in each other's eyes, it seemed that someone was going to be unlucky.