Although she was very disgusted by the desire to be carried by the green soul for thousands of years before it was conveyed to the ears of the prison painting, although it was expensive to change the cheats from the hands of Yang Zhenjun, who wanted money and wanted to go crazy, but ......

Prison painting still can't resist the temptation to make money.

It doesn't matter if the money it earns is used for progress or for enjoyment, it will be earned first.

When she has a lot of money, she wants to buy cheats, she wants to be a charter wife, she wants to be a charter wife, and she can squander it if she wants to. When that bastard Elder Tsing Yi wants her to inherit her parents' wishes, she can still watch Tsing Yi's performance.

If you perform well, just do it. Bad performance, pull down.

But if you don't have money, you're passive. It doesn't matter if I perform well or not, you don't have the money to buy cheats, so you're a loser anyway.

That would be shameless.

Therefore, having an economic foundation is king.

After concluding this conclusion, Miss Prison began to desperately devote herself to making money.

The final payment for the repair of the prison has not yet arrived. After the green soul became an elder in Tsing Yi, I don't know if the follow-up work will continue. The line of real estate, the prison painting is not ready to go for the time being.

Although the money comes quickly, the number of fat people who have money is limited after all. And a single order can earn more than 100,000 at most, and then increase the price, and the market is not so broad.

It is still necessary to develop in the direction of high technology.

Driving the psychic car that could lead to Huangquan Road, Prison Painting and Xue Yan successfully found a way to enter and exit the underworld. To the delight of the prison painting, the location that leads directly to Huangquan Road from the world is on a remote street called Soul Street. At that time, the watermelon seller was the watermelon sold at the corner of Soul Street.

There are very few people on Soul Street, and although there are many storefronts, most of them are empty. It's the right time to do something shady.

Best for prison drawing.

The car was successfully driven to the underworld, and the prison painting immediately felt the road from Huangquan to the Ten Palaces. The roads in the underworld are dark and narrow, and the car can't drive far. After walking around, I only felt that my tired feet were not my own. After visiting my father, who was working hard, he sat on the sofa in the tenth hall and rubbed his sore feet for a long time, before saying goodbye to Xue Yan slowly and walking back to the pickup truck.

The five resentful spirits in the car had already been frightened by the ghosts wandering around in the underworld. Wu Qi also didn't quite adapt to the environment of the underworld, and had already hidden in her storage ring. The boss in Tsing Yi looked at the prison painting with a face, his eyes full of contempt.

Although he and the prison painting have not yet unified the positioning of the goal of life, in his opinion, the behavior of the prison painting is quite unprofessional.

"I've got to buy an electric car and put it here." He took out a pen and paper and wrote it in a small notebook. "First purchase some mobile phones, popularize the WeChat circle of friends to the prefecture, and it is also convenient for me to advertise later. Well, the income of the prefecture is higher than I thought, and the market is still good. Jimei and Gui Mengzi have been in contact and will meet at my house at five o'clock tonight. I'm going to talk to them about product development. I bought some more, which should be enough for a while. The house prices here are very cheap on Soul Street, and there are suites on the façade. When I was passing by, I saw a lot of sales notices posted on the storefronts, why don't you just buy a set? ”

She was purely talking to herself, but Elder Tsing Yi felt that the prison painting was deliberately said to him. The purpose is to anger him.

Cut, how many years has my Elder Tsing Yi lived? What storms haven't you seen? Can you be to death?

Biting the pen and thinking for a moment, the prison painting nodded and continued: "Yes, you can buy a set." It is also convenient to have surgery or something in the future, and you don't have to go to the King's Landing Hotel every time to make trouble for others. You can do a small business to avoid people's eyes. What is a good business? Hairdressing? Well, this one can, professional counterpart. Airline ticket purchase? This one is also available.

If the Vientiane Gate can be used in the human world, it will be an entrance. If you can't, you can just drive people down. However, those living people are easy to damage Yang Shou once from the underworld, let me ask Xue Yan if there is any good way. These businesses are not visible, and they have to be publicized in private. This kind of thing will be done by Mr. Jun......"

Elder Tsing Yi's brows furrowed even tighter.

This girl, don't think about cultivation well, always thinking about making money, is she losing money?

In fact, Elder Tsing Yi was not particularly aware of the secret secrets. When the god of killing appeared in Mengcheng that day, the elder of Tsing Yi was sent to guard the Jinglou by the prison painting as the soul of Ma Zai. Later, the prison painting got the cheats from Erlang God, and after he went back, he only told Qing Soul that Xue Yan helped get it, and he didn't think of mentioning the matter of Erlang God.

After that, the prison painting was busy looking for the pickup truck.

Therefore, Elder Tsing Yi did not know the inevitable connection between money and cultivation.

The prison painting is still settling accounts.

"Now the ten palace kings all have smartphones, and the fame of smartphones has already started in the underworld. It makes no sense to sell it cheaply, and if it's too expensive, I'm afraid they won't be able to afford it. According to their average income, a mobile phone of 3,000 yuan will be sold for about 25,000. Try selling ten copies first. It's easy to sell this thing, and you can make a little difference when you don't have it. ”

Forehead...... A mobile phone of 3,000 yuan earns 22,000, which is called making a difference?

"I'm a middleman, and I can use what I handle without burning it. In this case, you can bring anything. I think about it, what else is the most profitable...... It's just that, the ghosts are all paid to death, and I want to think about the rest. Those who burn paper for the dead and are afraid that they won't be able to receive it, I can also barely run errands. Collect a little at both ends, and more on the living side. Those people have a lot of money and are not afraid. The dead ones can also be appropriately asked for a little, and the handling fee is clearly marked with a price ......"

"Hey, you even make dead people's money?!" Tsing Yi Chang honestly can't listen to it anymore. He really didn't understand why an existence like the god of war would give birth to such a greedy heir, and he even cared about the money of the dead.

Prison painted a blank look at him and said: "The fee is not expensive, the seven aunts and eight aunts all let me run errands, can I run alone?" I don't mind if you want to help, but I'll tell you in advance, I'm not going to pay you. ”

“……”

I endure! The elder in Tsing Yi is well-informed, and the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, and he doesn't care about a junior.

"Oh, that's a pity. Real estate development can't be done. But with my genes, it is said that I should not be worse than you, and when I think about it myself, I still have to pick up the real estate. That makes money fast. ”

“……”

"Well, now basically several businesses have been decided, purchasing, beauty and slimming, rapid transfer of personnel, and running errands...... Heck, I'm a little too busy to do it alone. Why don't I call Jinglou and Jingmin to come over to work? Oh no, those two guys aren't good enough to go down. Ay? These guys can't be taken away, or I'll train them and let them run errands for me......"

"Enough!" Tsing Yi Chang honestly couldn't help it, and scolded bitterly like a junior who was not angry: "How can you be so unprofessional? Didn't I tell you about it in the tomb before? Before leaving, your father and mother confessed, let me assist you...... Become a god. I know this wish is out of reach for you, but you can't be so self-defeating, can you? You are an earth immortal, what do you want so much money for? ”

The prison painting will not tell him that only if he has money can he buy cheats from Erlang God. Even if she did so, Elder Tsing Yi might become an effective tool for her to make money.

But she just didn't want to say it!

Who hasn't lost their temper yet, has they?

"That's a strange thing you're saying." Speaking to Elder Tsing Yi and speaking to Qing Soul are completely two attitudes. The Green Soul is rooted in

She knows a wisp of spirit in the sea, not only depends on her to survive, but also directly accepts her ideas and concepts. But the elder in Tsing Yi, whose memory has been completely returned, is a completely different appearance. Whether it is the attitude or the position of speaking, it is very different from the green soul. She wouldn't talk to him from the bottom of her heart.

"What's so strange? Look at those who are determined to cultivate immortals, what is their foundation? Even those people are dismissive of such mundane things as money. As the heir of the God of War, don't you have a little ambition and awareness?! ”

Say ambition? Speaking of enlightenment? When Daddy and Lady threw her to a green ghost, they still had such high hopes for her. Is this elegant and not tacky?

It's been thousands of years, and I haven't come back to find myself, and I guess I've been so happy that I forgot about myself. Maybe people are eating and drinking spicy food in an unknown corner now, and I can't remember the number of future generations.

Thousands of years, how many births are enough?

Thinking of this, prison painting became even more angry. As an only child in the new era, not to mention brocade clothes and jade food since childhood, he was also raised in the palm of his own parents, and he can still be willing to squeeze his head to fight for your unreliable pet?

Isn't it idle and panicked?

With this angry emotion, in the face of Elder Tsing Yi's questioning, the prison painting gave him a very simple answer.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

The elder in Tsing Yi, who could hold the boat in his belly, immediately capsized. He pointed to the painting, the tips of his fingers trembling slightly, and his immature little face showed an emotion called old shame and anger.

"You...... Attaboy! Okay, let's not talk about whether you want to be inspired to become a god. As far as the revenge of your parents in this world is concerned, if you want to avenge it, you have to go through the level of killing the gods. Tell me, what are you going to do? Are you really going to play the emotional card with that unicorn? ”

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Prison painting to adapt to change.

Elder Tsing Yi's trembling hands stopped shaking. Now he just wants to take a knife and put it on the neck of the prison painting and ask her: Do you want to become a god or not? If you don't become a god, Lao Tzu will be wiped out! If you dare to say no, I'll kill you!

It's really about him. And he can't say yet. This kind of thing is known to the prison painting, and he may take it out at any time to threaten him and humiliate him, so that his old face has no place to rest.

"What do you have to do to be willing to cultivate seriously?" Elder Tsing Yi finally gave up the accusation. He found that for a nonviolent and uncooperative person, it was useless to say anything. He is very skeptical now, if he really tells the prison painting that his assistance will be ruined if he is not successful, the prison painting will tell him lightly: It's my business.

"How? You want me to cultivate so much? She drew in her notebook again, not knowing what she had written.

"What you promise to others, you must do. That's my principle. "Elder Tsing Yi didn't forget to sprinkle a little gold dust on himself at this time.

"Shouldn't you have made a military order with my pair of unreliable god and demon parents, why don't I become a god, you just burp, right?"

“……”

Elder Tsing Yi's gold dust fell to the ground.

He was panicking right now.

It's only to blame that this little girl didn't inherit any other skills, but inherited her mother's crow's mouth.

And this damn sixth sense.

Looking at Elder Tsing Yi's reaction, Prison Painting smiled.

"Looks like my helper is here." Her hand moved again, the tip of the pen "brushed" on the notebook, and finally, as if she was putting a coffin on something, she hit a heavy dot.

"The real estate business can continue to be done......"

Miss Prison feels that she has a bright future on the road of doing business.