Spiritual Qi Revival: The Underworld's Top Salesman

With the "Ultimate Salesman" System at his side, Zhang Yan was forced down a path of no return: sales.

"Sir, your forehead is dark. How about insurance against ghost attacks?"

"Only 300,000 a month. It's a bargain!"

Holding a ghost-beating whip in his left hand and a soul-suppressing bell in his right, Zhang Yan beamed at the trembling new ghosts.

"Come on, sign the contract."

"It's just that you're new to being a ghost and don't know the ropes. Those old ghosts signed their contracts ages ago. Look how carefree they are now."

The old ghosts next door were on the verge of tears. Shameless! Someone's scamming ghosts! We sold the clothes off our backs to pay for insurance. Carefree? What a load of crap!

A new ghost timidly raised his hand. "Mr. Zhang, I... I bought a policy from you when I was alive. You see..."

Zhang Yan's face lit up. "Oh, a returning customer! Don't worry, I'm a generous man. Returning customers get a 1 percent discount!"

When the other party didn't seem pleased, Zhang Yan's smile grew even brighter. "Or I could break your bones!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.