Chapter 57, Hiring

Zhang Yongheng didn't say anything for a long time and no one knew what he was thinking, but he didn't hang up the phone either.

Yun Ming didn't hang up either. He felt that it was fate. He was a Taoist priest, and the Taoist profession believed in fate.

"I want to hire you to do something. What's the price? I believe everything in this world has a price, including you."

Yun Ming was slightly stunned. He thought Zhang Yongheng would play the victim and try to reason with him, but he didn't expect him to directly mark the price.

He would like it if Zhang Yongheng wanted to use moral kidnapping and pitiful tactics to force Yun Ming to take action.

Yun Ming would hang up the phone and block him without saying a word.

If it is a job, as Zhang Yongheng said, he has a price for everything in this world.

If you want Yun Ming to do it, there is also this price, but the price is a bit expensive and most people can't afford it.

"You are right. Everything in this world has its price. Even for me, if you can afford a price that impresses me, I don't mind buying it. But I don't even know what the price is. I don't need money, gold, power, women, these things. You have to give me something rare, something that makes my heart beat."

Yunming found it very interesting and he didn’t mind continuing to talk about fate.

To be honest, he himself doesn't know what he wants.

Zhang Yongheng fell silent again. What did he have to say?

He had nothing, and he was once again caught in a hunt. He had none of the things that most men pursued, such as money, power, gold, and beauty.

He even paid the price himself.

But Yun Ming didn't like it at all, he didn't need it.

"Is there anything more specific?"

Zhang Yongheng had no idea what Yunming needed?
He doesn't understand Yunming at all.

"If you can give me an interesting ghost, maybe I will do it. After all, in my opinion, an interesting ghost is better than most things in this world."

Yun Ming's words were very general. This was what he thought of as what he would want most by using the process of elimination.

It can be said that this is a case of choosing one thing that is okay from among many things he doesn't like.

"I understand!"

After Zhang Yongheng said this, he hung up the phone.

"What does he understand? I don't understand it, what does he understand?"

Yun Ming had a face full of question marks.

There are not many ghosts in the world at this stage, and the authorities can still suppress them.

There are probably not many ghosts that Yun Ming would find interesting.

Even Yun Ming couldn't think of any interesting ghost that would make him want to take action.

But everything depends on fate.

At least Yunming gave an answer.

And Zhang Yongheng seemed to have found the answer.

But there is no way to know whether this answer is correct.

Yunming continued what he was doing before and went to an Internet cafe to play games.

Internet cafes are wonderful places where you can find people in their teens, 10s, 20s, and 30s.

It's a bit messy and noisy here.

Some people even go to Internet cafes to play games even though they have computers at home.

Highlight an atmosphere.

Yunming found a good Internet cafe on a crowded street.

It feels better when there are many people in the Internet cafe.

I pushed open the glass door and heard a familiar voice as soon as I entered.

"Boss, I want to eat ten chickens tonight."

Zhang Wei's very familiar voice rang out.

This idiot has a bit of a silly sound to it, and Yun Ming can't forget it even after three years.

The happy and silly boy always makes people feel a little funny.

"Zhang Wei?"

Yun Ming's voice was not loud, but he was not far from Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei turned his head suddenly, and when he saw that it was Yun Ming, a sly smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hey, Yunming, come on, let's eat chicken together."

Zhang Wei is very good to his friends and he likes Yun Ming very much. Although he knows that Yun Ming is very dangerous, there is always some short circuit in the brain of this idiot.

These dangers are subconsciously ignored.

"Boss, turn on two machines. I, Wei, want to eat 20 chickens today."

Yunming was pulled by Zhang Wei to operate two high-end computers.

The internet speed is very good.

Yunming thought it was very interesting.

Just like that, the two of them started eating chicken!

Although Zhang Wei is not good at studying, he has good gaming skills.

The various steel guns were quite fierce, so Yun Ming just acted like a Voldemort. For him, victory was more important than the process.

Being a little bit sneaky is the way to win.

Voldemort's fighting style, you deserve it.

Zhang Wei said as he looked at Yun Ming who had not killed anyone and always stayed in the bushes.

"Brother, 98k! Be more aggressive, kill them and grab the airdrop."

Zhang Wei rushed over in a big truck.

Yunming shook his head.

"If you want to win the game, the process is not important, as long as you win, and Voldemort's style is undoubtedly a good way to play."

As he spoke, Yun Ming lay down in the grass and moved to the side. He felt that Zhang Wei would cause some trouble.

Sure enough, a grenade was thrown over the next second.

With a loud bang, Zhang Wei died, but he could still be saved.

But it was obvious that the other party was aiming at this place. Yun Ming continued to crawl forward and wander in the grass.

He just watched Zhang Wei die quietly. Zhang Wei screamed in panic, but it was of no use.

The final result of this round was that Yun Ming killed one person and won the chicken.

Zhang Wei was stunned.

"This fighting style is too despicable! This is just like picking fruits. People have worked hard to fight to the end, but you just picked all the fruits for them by yourself."

After Yun Ming killed the last man, he went to his corpse and licked his bag. There was everything there, he was extremely rich.

Compare the contents of Yunming's bag to those of other bags, there is a world of difference.

“There are many paths to victory, and picking fruit is sometimes a good choice.”

Yun Ming spoke slowly. He unconsciously thought of the ghosts in the mysterious resurrected world. There were also many ghosts who wanted to pick fruits.

Zhang Wei looked at the time and rubbed his stomach. He felt a little hungry. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After playing games for half a day, it’s time to eat.

They each made a bucket of instant noodles, added two sausages, and bought a lot of snacks.

Yunming made his own instant noodles and needed to wait for three minutes.

"By the way, aren't you going home? Are you going to stay here all night? I remember you're still a student! Aren't you going back to school?"

When Zhang Wei heard that he had to go to school, he became anxious.

"Holy shit, my school is haunted! I don't want to go back there anymore, and now No. 7 Middle School has been closed down."

"Really? Then what about your father?"

Yun Ming asked.

Zhang Wei waved his hands quickly.

"My dad just doesn't believe me. It's such a headache! Let me tell you, these days I can only stay in the Internet cafe. I don't dare to go back home because I'm afraid my dad will beat me up."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei still felt a lingering fear.

(End of this chapter)