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Chapter 146 Begging for a Rich Offspring

Ying Hongcai said disdainfully: "How dare you call yourself the author's most loyal reader? You didn't even get a set of her physical books. You're useless. You could have gotten one if you had put in a little more effort."

"I got up at five in the morning and bought it right away. It's not that hard to buy. Only people who sleep until after noon can't buy it."

"I bought it too. I didn't read this kind of book before, but I never thought that one day I would have a book on my bookshelf instead of a car model."

"Everyone in the family has one set, and the money used is not my pocket money, but my mother's."

Wang Chi scratched his short, stiff hair. "No, I wasn't in China when the physical book was on sale. How would I know it was released at this time? I went abroad with my parents, and when I received the news, there was no book cover left for me."

"You guys still have the nerve to show off in front of me. If I hadn't come across your Penguin Space and seen you showing off your books, I wouldn't have even known that they were on the market."

Zhou Huiyi said: "Even if we told you, you can't buy a plane ticket back right away. It's better to keep you in the dark. We are helping you so that you don't fall into an emotional breakdown in a foreign country."

Wang Chi said expressionlessly: "No, your concealment makes me even more upset."

When Wang Chi saw the first post showing off a book, he thought the person had bought a pirated copy and left a comment saying that the cover of the pirated book was pretty nice and asked where he had bought it.

He also said righteously that although the book cover looks nice, you can't buy a pirated copy, which is a great disrespect to the author.

The person he left a message to was a book friend he added on a like-minded forum.

Because of this message, he was directly posted on the forum and became a reader who was exposed as a fake.

Wang Chi became the first fake reader in history who had never read the novel, called the genuine physical book a pirated one, and insisted that he was a big fan of the author.

He is so sad that he has no tears.

Not only was he abroad during those days, but the internet speed was also slower than in China, so any news was always delayed in reaching him. He really wasn't deliberately keeping in touch with it.

Wang Chi felt so angry when he thought about this.

If he didn't need something from them, he really wanted to pin these people to the ground and beat them up.

After much persuasion and being someone's grandson for a day, Wang Chi finally received his first set of physical books with tears in his eyes.

I wish I could put the book next to my bed when I go to bed at night, and I am very careful when opening the pages.

Not long after entering school, the second batch of "Death Train" was released.

Major bookstores in the human world put up banners to announce the release date of the physical books.

The underworld also received the news as quickly as possible and spread the news.

After all, there are many ghost messengers working in the human world.

Old Man Wang said, "If you want to buy physical books, quickly ask the people above you for mercy. I heard that there are a lot more books this time than the first time. Who knows, someone might be willing to burn them for you."

Old man Wang has his own set of rules. Last time Shen Junyi took his book away to read, he thought it would never come back, but the next day she came back with red and swollen eyes from crying to return the book.

She sat next to him for a long time, looking deeply hurt by the outcome.

Only after Old Man Wang showed everyone his extra booklet did Shen Junyi warm up a little, but the sadness in her eyes still lingered.

He also showed people the updates of “Grandma’s Milk”.

Shen Junyi was not in the mood to watch it at first, and planned to watch it later when she had time.

After watching it, I heard that he didn't leave the office for a long time. It was said that he couldn't accept that he was a ghost, and couldn't accept that there were ghosts outside the door. He doubted his life in the office.

Oh no, ghost life.

Old man Wang thought with some regret that the human world and the underworld were different. In the human world, if you wanted to get a multiple number, you could just buy it directly, but in the underworld, if you wanted to get a multiple number, you had to burn it down.

He himself was reluctant to let the physical book be burned to ashes, so having a set was enough for him.

The ghost market was in an uproar because of the news. It would be okay if the item was from relatives, friends or descendants, but if it was just a wandering ghost, it would be really hard to buy it.

Because there were too many bugs in the ghost card dreaming system before, people who were completely strangers were asked to burn books in their dreams, and some were even outrageous, such as sending the dream to foreign friends.

This has affected the order of the human world and the underworld.

Therefore, the underworld introduced new regulations, which stipulate that one can only send dreams to people one knows, and there must be an emotional or blood relationship as a bond.

Many people burst into tears on the spot.

"Why can the human world have physical book authorization, but we in the underworld don't? This is unfair."

"That's right. If the underworld could also print physical books, then a lonely ghost like me wouldn't be able to buy one."

"When will you go to the underworld? Although it's not very nice to say this, I hope you can write novels in the underworld so that only we can read them and people in the human world can't."

Xie Ling was also a little depressed. He was also one of those who couldn't find any descendants. Although he had a good relationship with Old Man Wang, he was embarrassed to let his granddaughter snatch the book and then burn it.

Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely have a heart attack every time he burned a book.

It must be a hard feeling to watch your favorite physical book turn to ashes, even if you know it will be delivered to someone else in another form.

Ling Yan, who was among the group of ghosts, pondered carefully, wondering if there were any of her descendants left in the world today.

Hundreds of years ago, Ling Yan had at least hundreds of disciples, if not thousands.

But after all these years, it is still unknown whether there is anyone in the world who still remembers her.

You still have to try your luck, just in case.

There are many people who share Ling Yan's idea.

So, although there are many new regulations, there are still long queues at the Dream Center.

When it was Ling Yan's turn, she was surprised to find that she really had descendants. Although there were not many, only two, but it was enough. It would be enough if there was one to burn books for her.

But then she thought, what if her descendants were poor and penniless?

Of the two, there must be one who has a little money.

Entering the dream, when Ling Yan opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the noisy street environment, which seemed to be not very hygienic.

It seems that this kid has a dream tonight.

She glanced around, trying to find out who was her descendant.

What I saw instead was an old man sitting at a stall and eating voraciously. He was dressed simply and his clothes even had patches on them.

He looked like he hadn't eaten for several days.

The small square table was filled with barbecued fried chicken and beer, and the empty bamboo skewers were scattered all over the floor.

The corners of Ling Yan's mouth twitched. Sometimes she just couldn't think. Some thoughts came true as soon as she thought of them.

This doesn't just look poor, it looks extremely poor.

"Boss, give me another hundred skewers."

The old man, with roast duck still stuffed in his mouth, spoke to the barbecue stall owner with tears in his eyes.

He glanced and saw Ling Yan, and greeted her to come over and eat with him.

"Girl, don't just stand there and watch. Sit down if you want to eat."

The boss turned around and said, "I'm closing the stall. You can't eat there anymore."

The old man's chewing slowed down, his eyes widened, "No, no, I finally got down the mountain, it's not easy for me, you can't leave, I still want to eat."

Still living in the mountains.

This is really poor.