Lu Zhang came out of Royal Real Estate, but he was thinking about another thing.

At the beginning, he promised Zhao Mingcheng to protect Zhao Baoer from marrying into the Wang family, which was a nest of tigers and wolves, and also to protect Royal Real Estate from being swallowed up by Yongcheng Real Estate.

As the plan unfolded, Lu Zhang felt that this goal would be achieved soon, and there was no need to stay in Royal Real Estate at that time, but should return to his own company to take charge of the overall situation. At that time, it would be the real Longyou Sea.

Just as he was thinking about his worries, the phone suddenly rang. Lu Zhang answered it. The old demon said in the phone: "Zhangzi, I just had a fight with our grandson manager. I can't make it anymore. What should I do?"

Lu Zhang asked with a smile: "What should I do? Let me ask you first, did you win or lose?"

The old demon immediately shouted: "Mom, will that fat man be my opponent? I beat his head into a pig's head. Who do you think you will win?"

"Hehe, that's good. It's just your job that looks half-dead all day long, it's okay if you don't!" Lu Zhang said casually.

"This is what you said. Then I will hang out with you in the future, and I will rely on you." The old demon said for a long time.

"Okay, but what can you do?" Lu Zhang thought for a while and said, "You will definitely not be able to do the serious work. Otherwise, you will come here now. I will take you to do a few things first to see if you are interested..."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't ask, ten minutes later, I'll wait for you at the gate of the People's Hospital, hurry up."

"Okay..."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately drove to the People's Hospital. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the old demon coming over in a sports car and pretending to be wearing sunglasses.

Lu Zhangle said: "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"

He took away his sunglasses and exposed a panda's eye. "I was beaten by that grandson's manager. Look, it's swollen."

"Then I happened to come to the hospital. Do you want to bandage it?"

He shook his head quickly: "Don't, I don't want to become a one-eyed dragon. It's okay, it's going to be better in a few days. Don't be poor and mess around."

Lu Zhang nodded, looked at the crowd everywhere, and said mysteriously: "You can do whatever I ask you to do later. Don't ask too much, do you understand?"

"Okay!" The old demon nodded suspiciously.

Lu Zhang took him to a quiet bungalow. When the old demon saw that the place was strange, not only was it quiet, but it seemed cold. There was a small room not far away, and an old man was napping outside the door. Except for the old man, there was no one nearby.

“Where is this?”

"Mortal!"

"What? Why are we here for?" The old demon was very surprised and a little nervous.

Lu Zhang gave him a blank look, watched Zhou Wubing and Lao Qiu appear at the door, and nodded slightly.

Lu Zhang really didn't like this place. It was too cold and had too many wandering souls. He quickly pulled the old demon into the morgue and followed Lao Qiu to a small room. There were three corpses inside. There was a ball of ghost next to the corpse, but it was still motionless. Lu Zhang looked at it and looked away, walked to Zhou Wubing's body, and turned on the white cloth.

A pale and old face showed up, and a hint of pain was seen on his face. I guess the heart disease must have been very painful when it came.

Lu Zhang took out disposable rubber gloves from his pocket and threw them to the old demon and said, "Put it on quickly, there is something in the inner bag of his shirt that is covered with flesh, take it out."

The old demon said oh, and as he did, he flipped through the dead man's inner bag of meat, and indeed took out a small plastic bag. Lu Zhang looked at it and it turned out to be a lottery ticket.

"Hey, this old guy is a lottery fan!" the old demon muttered.

"He died of a heart attack. Do you know why?" Lu Zhang asked.

The old demon shook his head: "Why?" He looked at the lottery in his hand again and suddenly said: "Heart disease? Could it be because he was too excited to win the lottery, and his heart disease was burping, right?"

Lu Zhang patted him on the back of his head: "How do you speak? Death is the greatest, so you can't speak well?"

"Yes, yes..." The old demon was so embarrassed that he suddenly bowed and rubbed his hands, and said to the corpse very vulgarly: "Old man, I'm sorry, I'm outspoken, don't blame me..."

Then he turned around and asked Lu Zhang: "Has this lottery really won?"

Lu Zhang said: "If I miss it, why should I come here to pick it up? Okay, leave here first, and there is something else to do later."

After leaving the morgue, he saw three or five wandering souls coming out, and they were still wandering around him and the old demon. Lu Zhang frowned slightly. Seeing that the old man was still dozing not far away, he thought about it and walked over, pushed him, pulled out a thousand dollars from his pocket, and threw it to him, "Master, let me ask you for a business. I'll buy an incense burner tomorrow, and put it at the door of the morgue. I'll buy twenty bundles of soil incense, tinker with three pieces a day, and order for 7, 49 days. Do you think the remaining money belongs to you?"

"Zhong!Zhong!" the old man said with a smile.

Seeing that he agreed, Lu Zhang left with the old demon.

The old man suddenly chased after him and shouted from afar from behind: "Thank you!"

The old demon turned around at this time and replied with a smile: "You're welcome."

Lu Zhang's face suddenly changed and he said, "Oh no, so many ghosts followed him, and forgot to remind him not to look back!"

Sure enough, the wandering souls who followed him took advantage of the old demon's turn and rushed towards his body! Instantly, Lu Zhang's eyes leaped straight into his body.

Mom Laba! The old demon was actually hidden by a few little ghosts.

"Damn it, why did you suddenly feel so cold? Goosebumps all over your body." The old demon complained.

At this time, a nurse suddenly pushed a stretcher out of a building and pushed the dead into the morgue.

When Lu Zhang saw people coming and going, he hurriedly called the old demon to leave. At this time, the old demon returned to normal. Lu Zhang thought about it and then turned around and dealt with these little devils who were ignorant of life and death.

Back in the car, Lu Zhang took out a piece of paper, wrote an address, a name, and an ID number to the old demon and told him: "Tomorrow you will go and redeem the lottery ticket, and then go to the bank to open an account with this name, save half of it, and send it to this address to this person. Do you understand?"

"Han Xiaohua? Who is this person?" the old demon asked in confusion.

"It's the wife of the dead old man."

"Oh, how much did this lottery cost?" The old demon was even more confused.

"Maybe seven or eight million." Lu Zhang said lightly.

Hearing Lu Zhang's words, the old demon widened his eyes: "What?!"

"I said seven or eight million!"

"Damn..." He widened his eyes, immediately took out his cell phone, and called up the number of online lottery numbers to compare, and he was immediately excited.

"I've got rich... I've got rich..." The old demon danced and was as excited as a child.

"Zhangzi, how did you know that the old man won the lottery?" After jumping for a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked.

Lu Zhang gave him a blank look: "Don't you tell you not to ask so much, just do it. Okay, let's do the second thing now, pretend to be an insurance claimant."

"Impersonating an insurance officer? Are you cheating money?"

"What money do you cheat? Do you think we are like scammers? We are claims handlers, wearing suits and tie, and they are very handsome. Where do you look like scammers? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know..."

Seeing that the old demon was puzzled, Lu Zhang said, "This time we are going to give money and accumulate good deeds."

Two luxury cars drove out of the city and out of the suburbs and arrived in Yongcheng County. Lu Zhang took 200,000 yuan from the bank and came to a primary school. Because it was still in class, the campus was very quiet. When he came to a residential building, Lu Zhang saw Lao Qiu and a young ghost named Wei Lang.

Wei Lang was only nineteen years old and committed suicide. On the night of his suicide, he placed his long suicide note on a thick dictionary, then walked to the bathroom, died of veins, and blood stained the bathtub.

There was a wind blowing at night, and it rained heavily. The wind blew the dictionary pages and flipped them quickly. Finally, I covered up the suicide note... I don’t know who it was, but when I was sorting out the desktop, I directly put the dictionary into the bookshelf.

All Lu Zhang had to do was tell Wei Lang's parents that the suicide note was stuck in a thick dictionary. As for insurance compensation, this was his excuse for coming to the house. Lu Zhang knew that this excuse was very bad. People who committed suicide were generally exempted from insurance and the insurance company did not claim compensation. However, Lu Zhang needed this excuse. The two elders lost their son and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man. It was so miserable. Giving a living expenses might give them a comfort and make them feel better.

When he knocked on the door and entered the room, Wei Lang's father looked very in poor spirits. He was only in his forties, with a haggard face and white hair. Lu Zhang could imagine that he had turned gray all night, which shows how great the mental trauma was.

Lu Zhang looked at Wei Lang who was sobbing, and heard him choking and said, "I owe gambling debts outside. Only by dying can I not implicate my family. I didn't expect that my parents would be in such pain. My brother was in the army in another place. I have not heard from him for several years. My brother and I are too unfilial..."

Lu Zhang sighed secretly after hearing this. He told the two old people about his purpose. Wei’s wife cried out in a word. Teacher Wei said in a daze: “Can the insurance company compensate our Langer’s situation?”

Lao Yao said: "According to the system, there will be no compensation, but our insurance company will also express condolences. Don't worry, this 200,000 is a little bit of our company's wishes. I hope you can accept it, and please feel sorry for me."

Lu Zhang took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and at Wei Lang's prompt, he sneaked into the study and turned out the suicide note, put it on the most conspicuous place on the desktop, and took a piece of paperweight to press it down. Only then did he feel relieved.

The two came out of Wei Lang's house and were in a heavy mood. Wei Lang kept thanking Lu Zhang.

"Zhangzi, what have we done? Why do I feel like a chivalrous and righteous knight? I have benevolent and righteous, and rob the rich and help the poor." The old demon said.

Lu Zhang was stunned. He had never thought about this. He was actually making transactions with them in this way, unlike the old demon, who did not know the cause and effect, and his thoughts were naturally simple.

He suddenly envied the old demon. Maybe it was a great merit to let the old demon do these things indirectly. First, he needed someone who could trust to do these trivial matters, which not only helped the ghost himself but also benefited. Second, this is also a good thing for the old demon. Maybe he could set up a private detective agency in the name of the old demon to be responsible for solving spiritual incidents, so that he would have his own career and would also get a lot of money from it.

"Old demon, I have a plan..." Lu Zhang looked at the old demon and said solemnly.

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Chapter completed!