In the suburbs, in a rented house in Fly Alley, a middle-aged man in a monk's robe spoke in broken Thai.

"Fifty thousand yuan, deal..."

The middle-aged man in the inferior red monk's robe counted the cash in his hand with a solemn face and handed the golden jar in his hand to the woman in front of him.

The woman respectfully took the golden jar, and after leaving with joy, the solemn expression on the middle-aged man's face also turned into a joke, a smile on his face, and the language he spoke became Chinese.

"Hey, hey, it's another 50,000 yuan... It can really be so easy to make money, how fast the money comes..."

"Not to mention, the money of these people who want to be popular and crazy is really not ordinarily easy to make. A girl with heavy makeup and a beautiful face also looked at the 50,000 yuan, with a smile on her face.

The middle-aged man was not ambiguous, and directly divided half of the money and slapped it on the girl's hand with a big grin.

"Haha, Master Neba, you're a delightful person. The girl smiled and put the wad of money in her pocket, and it was natural for her to get used to it.

"Of course, if you don't have any integrity to do a fart business, you can make money together, so that you can go through the water. The middle-aged man found a stool to sit down very casually, buckled his feet, and said with a smile: "Also, don't call me Master Niba, I really look like mud, just call me Mr. Han." ”

"Hehe, Mr. Han, like a businessman, in the eyes of those Internet celebrity preparations, you are a master who can make people popular. The girl also laughed.

"It's also a master, I'm just a barefoot apprentice from the county town in the countryside, I learned some antiseptic techniques from others, and I have a little channel of my own to get those aborted babies, and those few words of Thai are all learned on the Internet, hum..." Isn't it funny that I can help them reach the peak of life, I have the ability to raise ten or eight by myself, go to the peak of life in minutes, marry Baifumei, and use these disgusting corpses to fiddle with them?"

Anyway, Han always can't understand what kind of mentality those people are fooled in, seeing that this master lives in this shabby rental house, he hasn't been forced to count?

The true master also lives in a tall temple!

However, Mr. Han is also happy to see it, anyway, he can just lie down and count the money, at most a little preservative... And it's the inferior kind.

"This is people's luck mentality, just like the lottery, people who have succeeded don't have to believe in these so-called home remedies and evil ways, people who have not succeeded, or have failed will believe in these, they never look for reasons in themselves, thinking that a Kuman Thong can succeed, it is really living in a dream..."Xiaomei said with a look of disdain, she used to be a member of the Internet celebrity idol, but one day found that the front of this line is glamorous, but behind it is countless corpses piled up.

The ugliness and hardships after this glamour are all seen by her...

However, Xiaomei, who is eliminated, knows the mentality of many losers, and because of this, she is now using these losers to make money.

"Don't say it, it's really successful, isn't that Liao Xiaoqing the success story of our Gu Man Tong? What Angela is despicable, it is estimated that the actor will be popular in the end. Mr. Han sighed.

At this time, a trace of jealousy flashed in Xiaomei's eyes, and she sneered: "Tsk, those losers also take Liao Xiaoqing as their own example, and they don't look at Liao Xiaoqing's beautiful little face and temperament, and then look at their own little face, they don't have any self-knowledge at all, they deserve to be beaten with glass uric acid botulinum toxin or look ugly, and in the end, they don't even look down on sugar daddy, they all say don't make it." ”

"What's this called... Yes, it should be called the IQ tax, these people don't have enough brains, so they have to pay the IQ tax to us, who told them to believe in us so much, haha!" It's also much safer.

"Hmph... If you pay the IQ tax, you will really find a reason for yourself, a liar is a liar, don't say it so high-sounding. Xiaomei sneered, and after packing up her own 25,000, she reminded: "By the way, prepare five more... This time you have to deal with it, don't be like the previous times, the antiseptic effect is not done well, causing a few people to get sick and go to the hospital, although they are not healthy and we have nothing to do with it, but we still have to keep a low profile. ”

"Hmm..."

Mr. Han is also a little embarrassed, he was originally a barefoot doctor who became a monk halfway, and he must not have a good professional approach to embalming and other means, and the preservatives used are also third-rate, so he will naturally make an incomplete antiseptic structure [Gu Man Tong] to...

In the final analysis, Mr. Han just wants to be greedy for more money, as for other people's health?

"Okay, let's leave first, and we'll contact you next time we have business. When Xiaomei was about to go out, she didn't forget to turn around and laugh: "By the way, don't walk at night, you are doing this bad thing now, be careful of retribution for hitting ghosts..."

Xiaomei left the rental house, and it was already dark outside...

"A hairy ghost, Lao Tzu believes that this will not be done in this line of work, okay, ghosts and gods, it is only some magic sticks used to fool people, and we have a hairy difference. Mr. Han shrugged, closed the iron door, came to his wardrobe, and took out a medical gown from it.

This is his part-time job as a sweeper at a nearby gynecology hospital, and it is precisely because of this position that he can steal the aborted complete fetus from it again and again...

"Let's go, five pieces... I'm going to have to work overtime tonight. Mr. Han scratched his head, looked at the chemical materials left next to him, and muttered: "Forget it, don't waste it, change the materials next time, what can those outdated Internet celebrities do with Lao Tzu when they are sick, hum..."

At the moment when Mr. Han picked up his work clothes, the surrounding environment began to change and distort... Everything went dark, and the wardrobe became a black hole.

"It's... What's going on?"

Mr. Han was a little confused, and looked at the darkness around him with a confused expression, but when he reacted, he saw that in the depths of the cabinet, a pair of baby's little hands stretched out from inside...