The first way the poor ghost thought of to make a fortune was to become a fair lady.

It's better to act than to move, shake your body, and the poor ghost instantly turned into a tall beauty.

The poor ghost looked left and right, and muttered proudly: "This is a good capital to make a fortune! With such a good figure, just fly a kiss to a rich bachelor, throw a flattering eye, and let someone marry me, won't my fate change? Beautiful, wonderful, it is so easy to change the state of poverty and backwardness!"

Thinking about it in my heart, my feet jumped up and down.

However, the hanged ghost with a very small character in the tree kept sneering, and the bones of the poor ghost were almost stiff with laughter - the bones of ghosts, of course, only ghosts could see.

"Stupid, what are you laughing at?" the poor ghost asked angrily, eager to slap the yin and yang hanged ghost twice, "It will only cancel others, and I don't know how to appreciate and praise, no wonder I want to hang myself, and I will be in a nest when I die." ”

The Hanged Man sneered and said, "Look at your smug look, I know you want to make a bad idea." However, look at your breasts, a flat horse, as open as a whetstone, out of the confusion of yourself, who else can you confuse? Perverts like big breasts, I don't understand this? Look at me!"

The hanged ghost said, with a lot of energy, his chest bulged, as if inflating a large balloon, it looked shocking, even if he wanted to look down at his feet, he was blocked by his chest and couldn't see it.

The poor ghost was taken aback, looked at the hanged ghost, looked down at himself, and found that his chest was shriveled, like a chicken's breast, so pitiful that he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

After a sigh, the poor ghost asked, "Beauty, how did you cultivate your big breasts?" If you tell me the secret of success, I will be lucky enough to be good for you. ”

"This ...... The ...... "The hanged man hesitated, and he vomited, and his face became very ugly.

The poor dead ghost was puzzled and asked, "Is there anything unspeakable? Could it be that it is also the ancestral secret of your family, which is passed on to women but not to men, and relatives not to outsiders?

The hanged ghost said miserably: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say, it's hard to say a damn word!"

The poor dead ghost got serious, imagining that he was a natural beauty, raising his eyebrows, and constantly showing off his amorousness, urging while teasing: "Say it quickly, I want to hear it!"

The hanged man sighed again, and then said with a painful cry: "It is too difficult to change your fate and make a fortune by relying on beauty and marriage, I think you should not choose this path!"

"No," said the poor man resolutely, "the body is the capital of the revolution, and I must make a big fuss about it." A book of great profits, comfortable and not tired, men work hard and pay money, how can it be said that this is a difficult road?"

"Bah!" the hanged man cried out angrily, "my mother also dreamed of this, but it was a failure! Stinky men like big breasts, and in order to please stinky men, in order to change my fate, I went bankrupt and let my mother's breast beautifier inject me with a lot of silicone." As a result, the chest has never been bigger, and it has never been harder, and the cement statue is no different. ”

The poor ghost laughed loudly, clapping his hands while laughing, and exclaimed: "Hey, it's self-defeating, such a chest, I'm afraid that not only will it not attract any rich businessmen, but even the poor will have to retreat." ”

"You're right, that rotten mouth!" said the hanged man with a sad face, "I went bankrupt and enlarged my chest, and the adverse reactions made me die of pain, and as a result, I couldn't catch even half a man, and the more I thought about it, the more disappointed I became, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that men were unreliable rotten things, and in a fit of anger, my mother hanged herself......"

The poor ghost laughed again, laughed and shed tears of sympathy, shook himself back to his original poor and destitute state, and said loudly: "Lao Tzu wants to be a ghost in a dignified manner, do things seriously, and let the crooked and evil ways fuck off!"

Let's say it, frowning again, thinking of other ways to make a fortune.

The hanged man laughed coldly again, laughing and enlightening: "What era is it, still adhere to the old-fashioned way of life? Investing in marriage cannot change your fate, but you can still make full use of your body - didn't you say that the body is the capital of the revolution?"

The poor dead man raised his head again and cast a bewildered gaze.

The Hanged Man said in a learned tone: "In these strange times, it is difficult for you to support your family by following the right path, and if you want to be rich, you must free your mind and your body. As the saying goes, the little chicken makes a living, the big chicken gets rich, and you can go and be a 'chicken'. ”

"What do you mean by that?" the poor ghost was a little moved.

"Wrong, wrong," the hanged ghost hurriedly corrected, "You are a male ghost, you can't be a 'chicken', but in terms of being a 'duck', maybe the future is not measurable." ”

The poor ghost was full of confusion and muttered: "What the hell are you talking about? What chickens, ducks and geese, it's okay if I don't listen, the more I listen, the more confused I become, can you go straight and explain it a little more clearly?"

"Hey, idiot! poor old virgin!" the hanged man looked at the poor man proudly, and then looked left and right, and said mysteriously, "I don't understand this, it's too lonely and unheard!" To be a chicken is to be a prostitute, to mate with a man, and the man will give you money. I have a few sisters who made a fortune in this business, saved money to open a supermarket, bought a famous car, and bought a villa. Of course, there were also a few people who got sick and went to the cremation plant early. To be a duck is to mate with a woman who is eager to mate, and the woman pays you......"

The poor ghost smiled and said, "Really, is there really such a good profession in the world?

"What a fuss!" said the hanged man, becoming more and more arrogant, "those widows, those resentful women, in this day and age, there are more and more of them, and the thirst for ducks is getting higher and higher. Do you know? Those women who are heartbroken by the so-called love only need to mate, and they don't need to be entangled in love. ”

The poor ghost danced and said loudly, "Ah, I finally have a great ideal—I want to be a duck with a lot of money!"

The hanged man warned: "This profession is actually risky. The biggest risk is that the man who is a duck, although he enjoys all the blessings, will have a short life and will not die well. ”

"What's going on?" the poor ghost asked quickly, with a little chill in his heart.

The hanged ghost shook his head and smiled strangely and said: "Breeding pigs will die early, and male rats will always die early, I don't understand? Even if it is enjoyable, even if it is delicacies from the mountains and seas, if you cook too much and eat too much, you will get bored and even miserable. ”

The poor ghost scratched his scalp and said timidly: "I am old, I am afraid that this great ideal will not be realized, so it is better to leave it to those young and vigorous people who are young and strong to do!

The hanged man laughed and sighed, "I can't help you, you can find a way to make a fortune yourself! ”

The poor ghost shook his head again and again, clutching his lower body as if a ghost was about to pull at his imaginary pants.

The hanged ghost smiled and hung in the air, clapping his hands constantly: "Look at your nest, you will definitely not be able to walk through the Cotai Avenue of 'ducks'." It's also good, take advantage of the good as soon as possible, and end up with fame and fortune. ”

The poor dead ghost snorted, patted his chest, and shouted: "Lao Tzu is a manly man, and he will never follow the crooked and evil way! A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, and Lao Tzu will take the right way to make a fortune!"

The hanged ghost pursed his lips disdainfully, massaging his super big breasts, cautiously, still grinning in pain, it seems that the pain of silicone swelling still has a miraculous effect.

The poor ghost thought about it for a while, and the first way to get rich was to buy a private car and run a business:

"Although the distance from Hades Bridge to Xudu City is only 3,655 kilometers, for ghosts, it will be there in the blink of an eye. However, people are inert by nature and are apt to become slaves of habit, and ghosts are transformed by people, so how can they lose their weaknesses? With a free ride, those slockers, gluttons, money gluts, snobs, and perverts ...... I'll put some pornographic videos on the ghost car (those big celebrities can make a fortune by any means, and I'm a little-known little ghost who still cares about anything), and send out some fruits, sugar, melon seeds, or something, so why worry about having no ghosts to take care of my business? As long as my driving skills are excellent, as long as my service is advanced, my business will prosper, and I will make money every day, and I will have a lot of money in a few years. Aha, transportation is indispensable in all life, and I can naturally make a fortune and fortune in all life!"

When the poor ghost thought of this, he was overjoyed, scratching his ears and cheeks like a monkey, jumping and jumping, yelling and screaming, frightening the lonely souls and wild ghosts around him to look at each other, and changing their grimaces again and again, so that the more than 100 million lonely old people in the yang world were terrified when they heard it, and felt that their big day was not far away, and they couldn't help but feel sad and tears fell like rain when they thought of their children who were far away from the ends of the earth and did not return year after year.

The hanged ghost on the willow tree was disturbed, stopped his mechanical spasmodic convulsions, and asked curiously: "You poor ghost has a sad face for years and months, and in the morning and twilight, as if your former mother was born and raised by your stepmother, how did you become so happy today? Could it be that God has helped you with a spell and and pulled out real money, silver, pearls, agate, and diamonds?"

When the poor ghost saw that a ghost had accosted him, he was even more proud, and talked endlessly about his plan to make a fortune - he was so enchanted that his body staggered, and he almost fell from a tree to the ground.

After the poor ghost closed his fat gray lips and covered his white ghost teeth, the hanged ghost scratched his head and tossed his eyebrows and eyes, and said coquettishly: "What a good idea of making a fortune of yours! But do you have the money to buy a car?"

"...... this?" The poor ghost was dumbfounded.

Before his death, the poor ghost was a well-known young poor bachelor, childless and daughterless, before he drank too much of the profiteer's blended wine in his thirties and nearly forty years old and died, he did not receive subsistence allowance, did not receive relief, and did not pick up a penny at any fork in the road, and after his death, he entered the underworld, and naturally no one gave him a bowl of rice or a piece of dark money during the New Year's holiday.

If you don't have any savings, how can you realize your dreams? If you go to the Netherworld Bank for a loan, what collateral do you use? Who will you find as a guarantor?

Without capital, no matter how you think about it, the sky is falling, and that idea is a soap bubble that you can't hold.

Alas, it's hard for a clever ghost to cook without rice!

It's hard to be a human, and it's even harder to be a ghost!

The poor ghost wilted in an instant, like a moon flower beaten by frost, and like a dog peeing and making urine bubbles that were exposed to wind and rain.

Seeing that the poor ghost was silent, the hanged man began his usual free job again—convulsing incessantly, sticking out his tongue incessantly.