"Hey, Brother Tui, it's me, Ah Wei. Come join the class reunion at six tonight. I've chosen the venue, it's at Ping'an Grand Hotel. Remember to arrive early."
A phone call rang out.
Yang Jian, who was collecting ghost money at the headquarters, received a call from Zhang Wei: "Okay, I got it, I'll be there by six."
After hanging up, Yang Jian had almost finished what he was doing.
He looked at the pile of multicolored ghost money in front of him and sorted it out; it was not more, not less, exactly forty yuan.
This was all the stock that headquarters had; not another piece of ghost money could be found.
"The old man at the pharmacy said that the bank responsible for printing ghost money is no longer around. These things will become scarcer, and the only way to get them is by occasionally encountering them in supernatural incidents. So, this forty yuan should be the last big sum I can get for now. Although I don't need this money at the moment, having it is still a precaution."
