"The sound of mahjong downstairs can suppress ghosts, and the spells upstairs can save people."
The small advertisements on the dilapidated tube upstairs were stained with blood and rust, and the ones in the mahjong parlor downstairs
The signboard is bright.
Cheng Rong was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, and the paper cat head was hitting his legs.
Take a nap, this ugly thing just swallowed a hundred-year-old ghost yesterday, and it is still digesting resentment in its mind. He stretched out his free hand and gently stroked the cat's back, and then ordered calmly:
"Everyone, please buy insurance before you go upstairs to ward off evil spirits. After all, our landlady is more afraid of you defaulting on your bill than the ghosts."
Intention: Change your mind and start a business from scratch
