Make Money in the World of Heaven, Make Money in the Underworld

My name is Chen Fugui, and I died of overtime work. When I woke up, I was lying on a dusty street in the underworld. The ghosts lining up next to me told me that in front of me was Wangxiang Terrace, and after drinking Meng Po Soup, I could cross the bridge and join the army. I didn't drink. My wife still has an unseen child in her belly, so I want to wait. Then the Hungry Ghost Festival party started. In the world of the underworld, the "Ghost Most Cared for by Relatives" was selected, and my granddaughter, whom I had never met, launched a class vote and gave me the first place. The prize was a three-story paper villa, which fell from the sky and almost killed me. There was a paper Mercedes parked at the door of the villa, and there were braised pork and dumplings in the living room. My mother left a note: What is missing? The ghosts next to me were dumbfounded. Mrs. Meng came over and asked: Are you interested in opening a store together? I said yes. So I set up a stall in front of the Chenghuang Temple and called it the "Wealthy Wishes Processing Center" to help ghosts in the underworld realize their wishes in the underworld. The old lady wants to give her reincarnated son a message, the girl taking the college entrance examination wants her dad not to worry, and the couple who quarrels every day wants someone to persuade them. My granddaughter burned a mobile phone for me in the earthly world. Between us, grandfather and grandson, one was taking orders in the underworld, and the other was running errands in the human world. We built our business into the first agency in the Yin and Yang worlds. By the way, I live in a villa now, have a car, a house, and three employees, so I am considered a figure in the underworld. The only worry is: the family in the Yangjian is so money-burning that the family can hardly afford it.