I Open a Supermarket in the Underworld

My name is Zhuang Daming, and they call me "Zhuang Dasha" in the human world. He only laughs every day, and he has to rely on his seventy-year-old mother to support him in his thirties. People in the village said that I only have three souls and no soul, my brain is not bright, and I can only do hard work. They are right, but not entirely. Because my remaining soul is running the largest two-world supermarket in the underworld on the most prosperous Yinghun Street in Fengdu City. "Boss! There's a new order!" My daughter-in-law, Xiaoyue, whom I married in the underworld, poked her head out from behind the counter, waving an order in her hand that had just been spat out from the Yin-Yang teleportation array. She is my biggest gain in the two hundred years in the underworld - a lady of the Ming Dynasty who died early due to the plague, and now she has become my virtuous wife and supermarket financial director. Since General Yue's single mission, our supermarket has become completely popular. It's not an adjective, it's really "fire" - the souls who line up at the door every day can line up from one end of the street to the other, and they have to turn three turns in the middle. Both black and white had to take a detour, and Lao Chen cursed us and said we were obstructing official business. "Obstructing official duties?" I pointed to the new underworld mobile phone in his hand, "Who helped you get this thing? It's the latest model, and it comes pre-installed with the 'Impermanent Work Assistant' APP. If you're not satisfied, you can return it to me." Lao Chen immediately changed his face and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "No way, Boss Zhuang, I was joking. Your business is booming, and our faces are also bright, right?"