Third uncle, one last time I ask you, are you sure you want to build a haunted house here?

That's right, these days, you have to make strange things to make a lot of money.

Zhang Benqian stood in front of the dilapidated temple and confidently replied to his nephew, who was a year older than him.

The temple does not know what year it was built, it looks like it has been built for a hundred years, brick and wood structure, a total of six buildings, divided into the main hall, the secondary hall, and the side hall.

Outside the temple, overgrown with weeds, the tallest weeds, half a man tall.

In the hall, the surface of the moss of the Bodhisattva statue, what the four heavenly kings, Maitreya Buddha, eighteen arhats, the three great scholars, etc., broken arms and feet, broken heads and stomachs, miserable.

The main hall, also called the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the roof is full of holes, and the sunlight shines in through the holes, making people feel that the roof is like a big sieve.

Beside him, several supporting beams that have been severely eroded by termites, some of which have been gnawed off by termites, are shocking to watch.

On the ground, rotten branches and leaves are everywhere, and on the dark gray beams, it is the world of spiders.

On the east side of the side hall, there is also a bell tower, however, the ancient bell made of bricks and stones has long been missing, but I am afraid that the thieves will steal it and sell it as scrap.

"It's too vicissitudes, it's been a long time since anyone came, third uncle, it was a monk who lived here before, right?"

Zhang Benqian slapped him in the face: "Don't you talk with your brain, do you have to give you some intelligence, not a monk, is it a nun!"

"It should be almost there, about four o'clock in the afternoon. ”

At 3:59, in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the village chief arrived as promised.

The head of the village is called Ma Degui, who is very angry and looks like a bandit bully, claiming that this ancient temple called Feilai Temple is the property of their village, and their village is called Likeng Village, about two kilometers away from the temple, and this area, including the land, is from Likeng Village.

"Boss Zhang, you are very punctual. ”

"Village Chief Ma, you are the same, you are quite punctual, are the contracts ready?"

"Accountant Liu, give him the contract. ”

Behind Ma Degui, the black and thin accountant who was wearing highly myopic eyes, opened the old gray and black briefcase in his hand, his wrinkled hands trembled a little, and took out a contract.

Ma Degui snatched the contract and said, "Money, are you ready?"

Zhang Benqian took the suitcase from Xiao Fat's hand and patted it vigorously: "Cash, a lot of money, 250,000." ”

"Sign it. ”

Zhang Benqian swept the contract, signed the contract slipperily, and Ma Degui also signed it quickly. Accountant Liu handed over the red clay again, and the two pressed their handprints on the contract.

The suitcase was proudly opened by Zhang Benqian, and inside, there were twenty-five stacks of hundred-yuan bills lying neatly.

Ma Degui glanced at it and ordered: "Accountant Liu, check it." ”

Accountant Liu trembled even more, took the suitcase, rummaged through each stack of banknotes, touched it, and said, "Village chief, yes, yes, yes, yes ”

It turned out that Accountant Liu was still a stammer.

Ma Degui stretched out his big hand like a fan, shook hands with Zhang Benqian, and said with a smile: "Boy, Niu Break! I, Ma Degui, have lived for most of my life, and now I really meet someone who is not afraid of death, I am convinced, the contract is very clear, and I will not be responsible for any accidents, that's all, I wish business prosperity and financial resources, go first!"

"Thank you, let's go, don't send it. ”

Ma Degui and the hunchbacked Accountant Liu left in a hurry as if they were running away.

Xiao Chubby, you can't call it Xiao Chubby, that's a big fat man, weighing two hundred and sixty pounds, not tall, less than one meter seven.

"Third uncle, look at the posture, this temple won't really be haunted, right?"

"Haunted? not haunted, what kind of haunted house do we have in this place, we build haunted houses on haunted temples, this is the selling point, the best selling point, do you understand, forget it, you don't understand, you listen to the elders, it must be haunted, it must be terrifying, the more ghosts, the more terrifying, the better, only in this way can we attract tourists to spend money on horror. ”

Xiaopang was not sure, shrunk his head and looked around, and said, "No, third uncle, when Accountant Liu counted the money, his hands were shaking, shaking like Parkinson's disease." ”

"Silly hat, that's excitement, I don't think he's ever seen this kind of money in his life. ”

"Shall we stay here tonight?"

"The money has been given, this 500-meter radius will be our territory from now on, we are landlords, do you know what a landlord is?"

Xiaopang looked around again: "No, third uncle, I always feel that there is a gust of wind here, and I am panicked, you look at the appearance of the village chief just now, he is scared like something." ”

"That's right, otherwise how can our horror haunted house create revenue? Fang Braincase, how many times have I told you, opening a haunted house to make money is a new industry, you have to be the first to do anything, you have to have an adventurous spirit, don't be surprised. ”

At night, the two lit a bonfire in the temple, and spread out the things they brought, food, drink, sleep, and smoked mosquitoes on the bluestone floor to celebrate the initial victory of passion entrepreneurship.

They brought a bottle of Erguotou, the kind of height, and before they had taken a few sips, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind was fierce, and the rain was pouring outside.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall can't shelter from the wind and rain at all, the rain is going down the hole in the roof, and they are embarrassed to find a piece of dry land that is raining in the rain, suddenly, the pillar next to the little fat came with a creaking sound, Zhang Benqian saw that the situation was not good, dropped the wine bottle, pulled up the little fat, and rushed out.

Boom, as soon as they rushed out, the Mahavira Hall collapsed.

In the dark, Xiaopang wiped the rain on his face and said, "Third uncle, it's so scary!"

"That's right!"

"Third uncle, I haven't finished talking yet, I haven't taken the lead before I get out of the school.... Almost died..."

", it's just right, saving a lot of money to push the wall, it's definitely a good sign!"

The next day, a huge construction team drove forklifts, bulldozers, mixers and other guys into the temple, working day and night.

Three months later, the location of the temple was like a trick, the temple was gone, and it became a strange super-large house like a Fujian walled house and a fortress, which was the haunted house made by Zhang Benqian's Tenglong Tourism and Entertainment Company.

Zhang Benqian is the chairman of the board, and Xiaopang is his shareholder, although Xiaopang only made up 10,000 yuan, he is also a shareholder, the only shareholder.

The haunted house of Big Demon Mountain is the first investment project of Tenglong Tourism and Entertainment Company.

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