“Hey, Brother Tui, it’s me, Ah Wei. Come join the class reunion at six tonight. I’ve chosen the venue, it’s at Ping’an Grand Hotel. Remember to arrive early.”

A phone call rang out.

Yang Jian, who was collecting ghost money at the headquarters, received a call from Zhang Wei: “Okay, I got it, I’ll be there by six.”

After hanging up, Yang Jian had almost finished what he was doing.

He looked at the pile of multicolored ghost money in front of him and sorted it out; it was not more, not less, exactly forty yuan.

This was all the stock that headquarters had; not another piece of ghost money could be found.

“The old man at the pharmacy said that the bank responsible for printing ghost money is no longer around. These things will become scarcer, and the only way to get them is by occasionally encountering them in supernatural incidents. So, this forty yuan should be the last big sum I can get for now. Although I don’t need this money at the moment, having it is still a precaution.”

Yang Jian organized this ghost money well and then put it away.

He believed that this money would definitely be useful in the future because, whether it was Baishui Town or Ghost Street, they all needed ghost money, and this ghost money could be effective even when facing fierce ghosts in supernatural incidents.

After finishing this task, he melted into the puddle under his feet and reappeared at the swimming pool in his home through the Ghost Lake.

Back home, Yang Jian decided to put aside his current matters and go to today’s class reunion.

Soon enough, after tidying up a bit, he drove out.

He glanced at the time.

It was already after five in the afternoon.

Leisurely time passes quickly, and unknowingly today was almost over.

“Hope the remaining hours are still peaceful without incident,” Yang Jian thought as he drove.

He looked at the cars on the road and the pedestrians on the sides, feeling quite serene, as this indicated that the city was safe and nothing unusual was happening.

After spending time in supernatural places, seeing the normal world is a kind of enjoyment.

However, even so, Yang Jian still carried a trace of vigilance because he hadn’t forgotten today was the last day for the Ghost Cabinet transaction.

Before midnight, accidents could still happen.

Yang Jian didn’t immediately head to the Peace Hotel mentioned by Zhang Wei. He specifically drove around Dachang City once, confirmed everything was normal and problem-free, and then drove toward the reunion venue.

Because the last time at the class reunion there was a Ghost Mirror supernatural incident, this time he did not wish a Ghost Cabinet incident to occur.

Though the timing of this reunion seemed a bit delicate, Yang Jian tried to prevent any unexpected events as much as possible.

After all, supernatural events involve fatalities, and he did not wish for anyone to suddenly die at a good class reunion.

Not long after.

Yang Jian’s car arrived at the entrance of Ping’an Grand Hotel. He got out of the car, handed the car keys to the hotel valet, and went inside.

“Zhang Wei picked a good place; he has indeed grown a bit.”

He inadvertently opened his ghost eye and glanced at the hotel.

The hotel was grand, spacious, with few people, and away from the city center, indeed very suitable for a class reunion. Because if a supernatural event did happen here, it wouldn’t have much impact, and fewer people would be affected.

Although no supernatural events would happen, it was clear Zhang Wei had learned his lesson and took precautions.

As Yang Jian entered the hotel, a service staff immediately came up to him: “President Yang, hello. Are you here for the reunion? We’ve already arranged everything, please follow me.”

Yang Jian waved his hand: “No need to guide me; I’ll go by myself.”

“Then I won’t disturb President Yang any further.” The service staff left politely.

He had already glimpsed Zhang Wei and the others’ location with his ghost eye just now, and everyone was already there; he was the last to arrive.

In reality, he was not late because it wasn’t even six yet.

But for this class reunion, others took it very seriously, arriving at the Peace Hotel long in advance.

The reunion was on the third floor of the hotel.

This entire floor was booked by Zhang Wei, and there were no other guests except those related to the reunion, but such a thing was inconsequential for Zhang Wei’s financial capabilities.

Just arriving on the third floor.

A beautiful woman in a white dress with snow-white skin, carrying a cold face, stood motionless as if waiting there for a long time.

“Wang Shanshan, were you waiting for me?” Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shanshan’s face was as calm and indifferent as usual: “Yang Jian, I noticed the Ghost Child seems to have changed significantly. Did you do something to the Ghost Child?”

The first sentence she spoke was an inquiry about the Ghost Child’s situation.

Yang Jian didn’t hide it and directly replied: “The Ghost Child needs to grow. It was too weak before, couldn’t protect you, couldn’t protect Guanjiang Residential Complex, and couldn’t manage on its own. So I let it devour a ghost, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, increasing its supernatural power.”

“But it disappeared,” Wang Shanshan said.

Although her tone was still calm, Yang Jian could see that Wang Shanshan was concerned about the Ghost Child.

Though Wang Shanshan appeared cold, she was not a ghost-master; she had normal human emotions, just seemed indifferent on the surface.

“You’ve likely found, if you just call once, the Ghost Child naturally appears. Isn’t that better?” Yang Jian said, while glancing at Wang Shanshan’s side.

The cold ghost child has unknowingly appeared, wearing a strange funeral gown with red embroidered shoes, looking somewhat incongruous.

“I just want to ask about the ghost child’s situation, and I’m trying my best to adapt to the new ghost child,” Wang Shanshan said.

“I know, you’ve been taking care of the ghost child for a long time. Some changes I should have told you beforehand, but now is not the right time. Let’s go, today is the class reunion, let’s not discuss supernatural matters to avoid triggering any unpleasant memories, don’t you think?”

Yang Jian came striding over and gestured.

“I heard you’ve been contemplating marriage recently,” Wang Shanshan suddenly shifted the topic.

“In my situation, with an uncertain future, it’s quite normal to consider marriage. After all, the family assets need someone to inherit, parents need someone to care for them, and I have no choice but to think about future matters. However, this isn’t a big deal, just some trivial matters. How about it, are you interested in this?” Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan’s gaze shifted slightly as she looked at him: “Just curious about what kind of person you would choose with your identity and status. After all, suitable candidates for you aren’t many, but from your mother’s attitude, it seems you’re leaning towards people outside the supernatural circle.”

“Ordinary people may be fragile, but they live longer. Those who encounter supernatural events might understand the world better, but supernatural factors are ultimately unstable,” Yang Jian said.

“I understand,” Wang Shanshan said, not continuing the topic.

Yang Jian looked at her: “But who can really predict the future?”

Wang Shanshan nodded: “No matter what, I want to help you, whether it’s supernatural matters or personal ones, as long as I can do it.”

“I understand,” Yang Jian said. “If I need your help, I won’t be shy about asking.”

“Hmm,” Wang Shanshan responded.

Soon.

The two of them walked into the hall on the third floor of the hotel.

At this moment, the hall was already arranged and prepared, with self-service gourmet food and cozy scenes, and artists invited to enliven the atmosphere with performances.

It was clear Zhang Wei had put effort into it, and it didn’t look like it was hurriedly prepared, but rather planned in advance.

“Brother Tui, over here.” Ah Wei smiled, waving his arms enthusiastically not far away.

Others noticed and looked over at Yang Jian, especially the few second-tier celebrity artists invited by Zhang Wei, showing expressions of curiosity and amazement.

Because the name Yang Jian is taboo at the top of many industries.

And the more taboo a character is, the more they arouse curiosity and exploration.

“Why did you invite so many people for a class reunion?” Yang Jian asked as he walked.

But Zhang Wei laughed heartily, “What are you talking about, they’re just a few company employees. Those beauties are from the company’s advertising department, and I’ve heard some are second-tier celebrities. I don’t know them, just heard they’re good at singing and dancing, so I got them to liven things up. Brother Tui, you know, our classmates have dwindled to just these few left. If I didn’t invite people, it’d be so quiet.”

“So that’s how it is.” Yang Jian scrutinized one of the beauties preparing to go on stage to sing, feeling a bit familiar.

“Hello, President Yang.” The beauty hurriedly came over and said respectfully.

“I think I’ve seen you before,” Yang Jian said.

The beauty smiled and said, “President Yang does have a poor memory; I sat beside you last time when President Yang and President Wan of Wan Delu were drinking.”

“I seem to recall,” Yang Jian immediately had some impression; indeed, there was such an incident.

It was during his first business trip to headquarters on the airplane when handling the Ghost Hand incident and saving many people, including Wan Delu, a businessman, who thanked him by treating him to a meal.

“Giving up being a star to work as a regular employee at my company, quite a waste of talent.” Yang Jian said.

The beauty smiled and said, “President Yang is kidding. It’s my honor to work for President Yang, so please take care of me in the future.”

“You go ahead with your work,” Yang Jian waved his hand, unconcerned about this so-called celebrity.

“Thank you, President Yang.” The beauty also left happily.

Evidently, she knew Yang Jian had tacitly allowed her to stay in the company.

“Hey, you’re busy talking to a star and didn’t greet me, really now.” At this moment, Miao Xiaoshan walked over with a disgruntled face.

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“So that’s it; I thought you were captivated by her,” Miao Xiaoshan laughed with squinted eyes.

“Captivated? Was the person just now very beautiful?” Yang Jian questioned.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Miao Xiaoshan asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Yang Jian calmly said, “After all, I can alter other people’s appearance at will; beauty and ugliness don’t mean much to me.”

“Brother Tui, why didn’t you say you have this ability sooner? Quick, make me more handsome and give me an eight-pack abs,” Zhang Wei’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

“There are side effects,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei asked, “What side effects?”

“Like kidney deficiency and becoming indifferent, just like Wang Shanshan,” Yang Jian said.

“Then I’d better forget it, I’m already quite handsome, missing a few abs is no big deal,” Zhang Wei glanced at Wang Shanshan beside him and instantly lost interest.

Wang Shanshan’s face remained calm, and she just looked at Yang Jian peculiarly.

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