Chapter 9: Pretending to Understand

Jun Gui Bar is a paradise for young people, a gathering place for the rich second generation and the powerful second generation. It’s luxuriously and stylishly decorated, with a huge dance floor in the center that can accommodate thousands of people. Next to the dance floor are bar tables and chairs, and upstairs are quiet private rooms. Although the hall is dimly lit, the colorful spotlights are dazzling, the music is explosive, and the atmosphere has reached a climax, with everyone partying wildly on the dance floor.

Ling Yiran entered the hall and asked Shi Yi, “This time, should we help the old ghosts bring some goods back?”

The two of them would set off early every day to the location of their first soul-collecting task. Especially if the task location was a fun place, they would arrive half an hour or an hour early to enjoy some human life, a small perk for the ghost officers. Otherwise, it would be hard to take a leave and visit the human world without a special reason. So many ghost officers would collect some money to help the old ghosts living in the Underworld, who couldn’t reincarnate, bring back some goods from the human world.

Shi Yi sneered, “Those old ghosts are a bunch of drunks. Do you think they’d miss the chance to have us bring back some booze when they know we’re going to a bar? I’ll look around and see if I can bring some back.”

Ghost officers can’t steal alcohol; they can only take what others don’t want. But taking what others don’t want is still a bit tricky. You can’t just make the drinks disappear in front of mortals. Fortunately, ghosts don’t need to consume human food; just smelling the alcohol can let them experience its wonders. So collecting the scent of alcohol is convenient and can be done without mortals noticing.

“Where are you going to look around?”

“Upstairs to the private rooms. The people there are rich and order expensive, good-tasting wine. Many of their drinks are left half-finished. I’ll see if I can pick up some leftovers and sell them for a good price.”

Ling Yiran asked, “How much can you earn from a good drink?”

Every time they brought goods back from the human world, Shi Yi was responsible for selling them and then splitting the money with him, so he didn’t really understand the market.

Shi Yi said proudly, “Five thousand to fifty thousand Huaxia currency. The exact amount depends on how prestigious the wine we bring back is.”

Huaxia currency is the money used in the human world. Ghost officers need Huaxia currency for convenience when spending in the human world, buying what they need. It would be embarrassing to visit the human world and not have a penny to spend. The old ghosts in the Underworld have Huaxia currency because they earned it through various means before being confined to the Underworld. Since they can’t go to the human world, they entrust ghost officers to buy things for them. Of course, some ghost officers only want ghost money or other things, depending on their needs.

Ling Yiran was surprised, “That much?”

In the past, when they brought goods back, the profit was only five to twenty Huaxia currency, which was pitifully little.

Shi Yi chuckled, “That’s why we need to bring back more alcohol tonight.”

Ling Yiran nodded.

The two of them followed a waitress pushing a cart of drinks to the third floor.

Shi Yi pointed at the cart and said, “Just by looking at the exquisite bottles, you can tell it’s good wine.”

Ling Yiran laughed, “Who says exquisite bottles mean good wine? I think you’re just pretending to understand.”

“Anyway, I think any wine pushed on a cart to the private rooms can’t be bad. We’ll follow and collect some of the alcohol scent. Even if we can’t earn five thousand, two thousand would be nice.”

Seeing that there was still time, Ling Yiran went along with him.

They followed the waitress to a private room called Junzi.

The waitress knocked on the door first, then pushed it open and went in. The people inside immediately shouted, “The good wine is here.”

Ling Yiran and Shi Yi followed her into the private room.

There were only seven or eight men inside, each mature and composed, exuding an elite aura.

Someone shouted, “Ah Han, it’s been so many months. Shouldn’t you punish yourself with a drink?”

“Yes, punish yourself with a drink,” everyone jeered.

Ling Yiran looked over and froze when he saw Xing Han sitting in the center of the group.

Actually, he didn’t need to worry. After all, ordinary people couldn’t see them as ghost officers, especially since they were invisible. But somehow, he felt like Xing Han was staring at him.