Chapter 178: The Chinese people's madness for merit
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"This is?"

Seeing the top brother on the list suddenly appear, Huang Yang checked the other party's information and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

However, Huang Yang did not stand there in a daze. He connected to the other party's video and said directly: "Thank you for the reward from Atlantis netizens. I wonder who you want to meet?"

"Respected Lord God, I am Hanno Ross from Frankfurt, and I want to meet my father, Lanchin Ross, who just passed away in a plane crash."

The white youth dressed in black half-knelt and saluted respectfully.

Although he didn't know whether those temples were real or not, he would rather believe that the other party was really the god of the underworld.

His father, who was in charge of the family business, suddenly died in a plane crash. It was a bit too cruel for the family business worth tens of billions of dollars to fall into the hands of a young man like him who only liked to paint.

If he could see his father fooling around again, he could get comfort and advice from him and walk the rest of the way well.

"it is good."

Knowing the other party's identity and background, Huang Yang directly invited out the ghost of Lanqin Ross.

"Father."

Seeing the ghost of his deceased father, Hanno cried out excitedly, his face filled with tears.

"Child, don't cry."

Facing his somewhat immature son, Lanqin Ross had a trace of regret in his eyes and said softly, "At least you can still see me now. It's just that I'm in the underworld now and can't always be with you. You need to go on bravely by yourself."

"Father, I don't understand the company's affairs. Who can I ask in the future?"

Hanno, who suddenly took over the family affairs, asked a very important question.

Originally, in his imagination, the old man would not pass away for decades, and he could live a stable life as a young master, travel around and fulfill his dream of surpassing Leonardo da Vinci.

"I have already told the Fund Management Committee and the accounting firm that your most important task now is to produce more heirs for our Ross family."

Knowing that his son was not cut out for business, Lanchin Ross had already prepared everything, including a special foundation and accounting firm to help manage the company and accounts. However, there were some things he had not yet explained clearly to his son.

With the communication in the live broadcast room, he, as a father, can make arrangements for his funeral arrangements.

In addition, unlike in the past when the father and son would part ways unhappily after just a few words, Hanno is now very well-behaved, which makes his father quite pleased.

"Father, is Uncle Zuo Lai trustworthy?"

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"Father, can I ask you anything later?"

Finally, he received his father's 'last wish'. Hanno, with tears still in his eyes, asked reluctantly.

"Child, I am already dead. You still need to walk the future path by yourself."

In response to this, Lanqin Ross had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

There is no other way. He only has this one heir. If he had a second choice, he would not worry about having no successor.

Now, as a ghost, he can only hope that his son will work hard.

"Father, I have a solution."

After reading the ideas given by netizens in the comment area, Hanno immediately found a life-saving straw and asked the Lord God directly: "Respected Lord God, I wonder how much it would cost to let my father live in the guardian tent?"

Hanno swallowed the word "money" at the end in time to avoid tarnishing the merits of the Lord God.

Talking about money with the Lord God is too vulgar.

"Your father, Lanqin Ross, is currently in Area 485 and is expected to remain in the underworld for nearly five years. According to the merits of your Ross family before, you will need to spend 5 points of merit every day."

Huang Yang, who was well prepared, opened his mouth and told the other party's father the price for living in the guardian tent.

For a middle-class family, just one point of merit a day is enough, but for a wealthy family, it will naturally take 1 times more.

This is also thanks to the fact that the Ross family has been enthusiastic about public welfare since the generation that made the fortune, and has spent no less than tens of millions of dollars on charity every year, which allowed Lanqin Ross to enter the 500 zone after his death. "Okay."

After hearing the conditions stated by the Lord God, Hanno agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, the Ross family has nothing but money, and he won't need much to paint and travel by himself.

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Although only 90 Douyin No. 1s were enough, Hanno, who had no concept of money, simply rounded up the number.

There is not much difference between 1.2 million euros and 1.4 million euros.

"Thank you for the tip from the Atlantis netizens. I will arrange for your father to stay in the Guardian Tent right away."

Seeing the other party's generosity, Huang Yang didn't say much and arranged Lanqin Ross to stay in the new guardian tent.

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"Please Lord God give my father some pocket money."

After hearing the advice from netizens in the comment section, Hanno gave another reward of 1.4 euros to prevent his father from suffering in the underworld.

"it is good."

Nodding, Huang Yang placed 10 boxes of pocket money worth 10 Yin Yuan in front of Lanqin Ross's tent.

Zhuge Xin, who was earning only 5 Yin Yuan for extra money, almost popped his eyes out.

Recently, she found that the newcomers were getting richer and richer, which made her, the "old ghost", jealous.

"Okay, next we will select the second lucky audience member of today."

Huang Yang, who made a small profit of 2100 million Yin Yuan, was in a good mood and started selecting the second lucky audience member tonight in time.

And that evening, the first wave of believers who learned the news had arrived at the foot of Mount Maoshan.

The most conspicuous among them is Chen Tianhe, who came from Shanghai by helicopter. He is the richest man. Coming with him is his good friend Wu Guangxiao in the business world.

"Old witch, do you want me to help you call a Jiaozi?"

Looking at the dim lights on the top of the mountain and the figures walking ahead, Chen Tianhe smiled and said to his friend beside him.

He knew that this good friend had been suffering from a long-term illness. He had recently been blessed and cured by the host of the underworld, and he didn't know how his physical strength was.

As for the eight bodyguards following them, they avoided the two bosses and tried to reduce their presence as much as possible.

"Oh, after I recovered from my illness, I can run faster than a 20-year-old boy."

With a light laugh, Wu Guangxiao asked another question: "Old Chen, you gave me a reward last time. Are you really in danger?"

Wu Guangxiao, who had been following the live broadcast room of the underworld, also knew that the other party had once given a reward to the master and received a month's blessing of good fortune.

"I went abroad for an inspection two days ago and was targeted by a group of people. It was by chance that I discovered that my car was loaded with dangerous goods. Afterwards, my private plane had just taken off when the airport was temporarily controlled. Later I heard that the airport was attacked by bandits and there were many casualties. Speaking of which, I was lucky to escape."

Speaking of this, Chen Tianhe didn't say much, but there was a lingering fear in his eyes.

There were too many coincidences that led to his safe return home during that inspection. If he had been a few minutes later, he would still be in a foreign country, his life in danger.

This time, seeing the live broadcast from the underworld injecting good fortune into the statues in the Maoshan Temple, he also wanted to pray for his family and fulfill a wish at the same time.

"Then you are really lucky."

After listening to his old friend's story, Wu Guangxiao, who had heard about the riots in that area, could also feel the risks involved and felt fortunate for him.

"Look, what is that?"

As the two were walking and talking, there were cries of surprise from the believers going up the mountain ahead.

(End of this chapter)