My Supermarket Connects to the Yin and Yang Realms

After her parents suddenly died, their unscrupulous relatives seized the inheritance they left behind. Ming Zhu had no choice but to take over her father's shop. Located at a crossroads, the shop did business exclusively with ghosts. But ghosts could only pay in underworld currency, right? The Bank of Heaven and Earth is at your service. One hundred million underworld coins can be exchanged for one yuan. Here's 800,000 yuan. Take it. "You mean the underworld coins I earned in one night can be exchanged for 800,000 yuan?" From then on, Ming Zhu unlocked her full money-making potential. She wanted ghosts in the underworld to enjoy the same quality of life as people in the mortal world. So she developed new products, expanded her shop, and built the underworld's first commercial street. She even launched a delivery service that brought orders right to the graves, creating jobs for countless ghosts. Can't afford to buy anything? No problem. I'll pass a message on your behalf, and someone will burn the money down to you in no time. Were you wronged while you were alive? Just pay me, and I'll get justice for you. None of my customers will be allowed to suffer the slightest injustice. Been reported by the competition? The ghosts: Who dares lay a hand on Boss Ming? Ming Zhu's business kept growing, and she made so much money her hands were sore, yet she was utterly clueless about romance. The coldest big shot in the underworld was practically dying of frustration. "Zhu Zhu, won't you pay me a little attention?" Ming Zhu: "Busy making money. Don't bother me."