nyslfriends Chapter 59 The Underworld's Office in the Mortal Realm Opens for Business!
Chapter 59 The Underworld's Office in the Mortal Realm Opens for Business!
Chu Jiang fiddled with the Soul-Nourishing Wood phone in his hand, looking at the glittering cross-industry order on the screen, and chuckled.
"Lucifer?"
He shoved his phone screen right in front of V.
"Who is this guy? Judging from his name, he sounds like a musician, or maybe an internet celebrity?"
V's mechanical eye scanned the area, and a data stream flashed by rapidly.
"Boss, according to the database, he is the current CEO of Western Hell, whose main business is soul harvesting and guiding people to corruption. His market share is about 73.4% of the Western world."
She paused, then added.
"He has zero followers on 'Underworld Fun'."
"Oh, that's just a small karaomi." Chu Jiang put his phone away, showing little interest.
He swiped the screen, found Lucifer's order, and casually clicked "decline," choosing "The merchant is too busy to accept orders" as the reason.
"V, send him a private message."
"What did you say, boss?"
"Just say, 'Coffee is fine, but first get a number at 'Santu Express.' Send me your business plan to my email, and I'll have my newly hired CEO, Lin Fan, review it first.'"
Chu Jiang stretched and yawned.
"Tell him that our Earthly Realm division is just starting out and everything needs to be built. If you want to cooperate, you need to show some sincerity first, such as investing a few hundred billion merit points to help us build up the infrastructure in the Earthly Realm."
V's eyes lit up instantly.
"Boss is brilliant! I'll get on it right away and make sure he fully understands our company culture."
After dealing with this minor matter, Chu Jiang looked at Lin Fan, who was still in a daze.
The newly appointed executive of the Yang Realm Business Division was holding a cup of "Forget-River Mojito," his eyes glazed over, still not quite back to his senses.
"Let's go, Mr. Lin," Chu Jiang patted him on the shoulder, "I'll take you to inspect the first store."
Lin Fan was startled.
"Brick-and-mortar stores? When will we...?"
"Just now."
……
Half an hour later, on Shanghai's most bustling commercial pedestrian street.
A milk tea shop with an quirky decor stands out from the many trendy shops.
The shop's entrance features a black plaque with gold lettering, displaying four large characters written in a vigorous and elegant style: "Santu Post Station".
Below the plaque hung two more eye-catching lines of electronic scrolling text.
First line: Business after death can be handled in advance.
The second line reads: "The VIP is reincarnated without needing anyone's help."
Horizontal scroll: The final interpretation right belongs to the underworld.
Passersby stopped and took out their phones to take pictures.
"Wow, is this some kind of new murder mystery game store? It's got quite the hype."
"Haha, this is interesting. The boss is a genius. Let's go in and see what they sell."
"Look at that menu: 'Ex-wife's Tears,' 'Boss's Empty Promises,' 'Life-Sustaining Water for Overtime Workers.' It's hilarious! I have to check this out."
Chu Jiang, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting behind the bar in the store, leisurely scrolling through "Underworld LeDou", completely ignoring the onlookers at the door.
Standing next to him, looking at this surreal scene, Lin Fan felt that he had wasted his life.
"Chu Jiang, can opening a milk tea shop really fix the loopholes in the rules?" he asked in a low voice.
"Call me Dean, or Boss." Chu Jiang didn't even look up. "You wouldn't understand business matters."
"Bubble tea shops are windows, traffic entrances, and the forefront of data collection."
"We're not selling milk tea, we're selling tickets to the afterlife, and certificates that define the order of the mortal world."
Lin Fan was completely confused and decided to give up thinking about it.
Just then, the glass door of the milk tea shop was violently pushed open with a loud "bang".
Three young men, dressed in floral shirts, sporting tattoos, and with brightly colored hair, walked in with a nonchalant air.
The blond-haired leader, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, pointed at Chu Jiang with his chin.
"Hey, newbie? Don't you know the rules?"
Chu Jiang put down his phone and raised his eyelids.
"Oh? What rules?"
The green-haired guy next to the blond guy stepped forward and slapped the bar counter, making the glasses clink.
"This street is under Brother Long's protection. Have you paid your protection money since you opened a shop here?"
Chu Jiang suddenly realized.
"Oh, it's a franchise negotiation. Why didn't you make an appointment in advance?"
He took out three printed flyers from under the bar and handed them over.
"Three bosses, this is our company's newest service: 'Underworld Security Service'."
"For an annual fee of 100,000 merits, you can enjoy the 24-hour personal protection of the top-notch henchman Bruhe, as well as the remote deterrence of the ancient ferocious beast, the Soul Devouring Beast."
"If you sign up now, you'll also receive a free 'Three-Day Tour of Avici Hell' experience package."
The three thugs were stunned.
The blond-haired man snatched the flyer, glanced at it, and tore it to shreds.
"Are you fucking kidding us?" He exhaled a puff of smoke menacingly. "I'm talking to you about protection money, what are you spouting about the underworld for?"
"I think you're not going to stay here any longer!"
As he spoke, he kicked the bar counter.
Chu Jiang sighed.
"It seems we still need to let customers experience the product first."
He slowly pulled three black cards out of his pocket, with a few words printed on them in gold lettering.
— "Underworld One-Day Tour Supreme Experience Voucher".
"Fine, since you're the first customers to come, I'll give it to you for free."
With a flick of his finger, the three cards flew precisely into the hands of the three thugs, as if guided by their own eyes.
The blond-haired man instinctively caught it and looked down.
"What the hell...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the card in his hand suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and entered his forehead.
The next second, the blond-haired man's pupils dilated sharply, and the arrogance on his face instantly turned into extreme fear.
The world before his eyes had changed.
The once bustling pedestrian street instantly became gloomy and dilapidated.
The fashionable men and women around him all turned into grotesque, mutilated demons, reaching out their pale hands to grab him.
The air was filled with a strong stench of blood and decay.
"ah--!"
A scream that sounded inhuman burst from the yellow-haired man's throat.
He waved his arms wildly as if he had seen a ghost, trying to drive away the phantoms that didn't exist at all.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
The green-haired and red-haired men next to him encountered the same situation.
Both screamed at the same time. One crouched on the ground, trembling and clutching his head, while the other rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.
A foul-smelling liquid quickly spread from the blond man's crotch.
In broad daylight, in the middle of the pedestrian street, three thugs went crazy, shouting and jumping, before finally passing out all at once.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
"Is this...is this a movie shoot? The acting is so realistic!"
"Trying to extort money? Doesn't seem like it. Look at that blond guy, he's already wet his pants."
Inside the bubble tea shop, Lin Fan stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Chu Jiang acted as if nothing had happened, picked up his phone again, and continued watching videos.
"Tsk, these streamers are so boring. Ao Zhan's square dancing is much more energetic."
A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived with sirens blaring and carried away the three unconscious thugs.
After examination by doctors, the three individuals were found to have stable vital signs, but they were extremely frightened and somewhat mentally unstable.
The news quickly spread throughout the neighborhood.
The milk tea shop "Santu Station" has thus been shrouded in mystery.
the next day.
The milk tea shop had just opened when those three thugs from yesterday, along with a dozen or so of their buddies, showed up again.
However, this time, they weren't there to cause trouble.
The blond-haired man had a bruised and swollen face, holding a broom in his hand, while his henchmen lined up behind him carrying buckets and rags.
Huang Mao walked up to Chu Jiang and knelt down with a "plop".
"Sir, we were wrong! We were blind to your greatness!" he cried, kowtowing repeatedly. "Please, have mercy and break the spell!"
When they woke up yesterday, they were still seeing all sorts of ghostly figures appearing in front of them from time to time, which scared them so much that they didn't dare to close their eyes all night.
Chu Jiang took a sip of milk tea.
"The trial voucher is for one-time use and will automatically expire after 24 hours."
Upon hearing this, Huang Mao felt as if he had been granted a pardon and kowtowed even more loudly.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! To express our apologies, we'll take over the cleaning of this street from now on! We guarantee you won't see a single cigarette butt!"
After saying that, he led a group of his underlings and began a frantic cleanup of the pedestrian street.
From then on, this street became the cleanest street in all of Shanghai.
Chu Jiang looked out the window at the group of "volunteer cleaners" and nodded in satisfaction.
"Look, Mr. Lin, this is what you call exporting corporate culture."
Lin Fan: "..."
He felt that his understanding had been completely overturned.
Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a custom-made Zhongshan suit, with a refined demeanor but unusually sharp eyes, walked into the milk tea shop.
He walked straight to the bar and his gaze fell on Chu Jiang's face.
"Are you the owner of this shop?"
His voice was calm, yet carried a condescending, scrutinizing quality.
"I am Qi Hong, a council member of the Jiangdong branch of the Mortal Cultivation Association."
"You hold a high position in the underworld, why are you interfering in the affairs of the mortal realm without cause, and overstepping your bounds to rescue people?"
"Did you even ask our Cultivation Association before doing this?"
Qi Hong exuded a powerful aura belonging to a cultivator, pressing down on Chu Jiang.
Chu Jiang put down his milk tea cup, looked up, and smiled.
He slowly pulled a black token from his pocket.
The token bore two ancient seal characters, emanating an aura of law that sent chills down Qi Hong's spine.
--order.
"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king."
"In both the realms of Yin and Yang, my rules are the law."