My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 41

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Just as that thought crossed his mind, his phone rang urgently.

Frowning, he answered.

"Zhuo Lang! Get back here now! Wan Jiaxiu has gone crazy—she's threatening to jump into the river with your mother and your kid!"

Zhuo Lang's pupils shrank. "Is she out of her damn mind?! Put her on the phone!"

There was some shuffling, then Wan Jiaxiu's hysterical voice came through the line. "Zhuo Lang? Is that you?"

"It's me, it's me! Calm down, don't do anything stupid!"

Wan Jiaxiu let out a crazed laugh. "You really thought you could abandon me?! You promised you'd love me forever! LIAR! I'll make sure you regret this for the rest of your life!"

"No, no! I never planned to leave you! Please, you have to believe me!" Zhuo Lang's voice was shaking as he desperately tried to soothe her.

Wan Jiaxiu's breathing slowed slightly. "Really?"

Zhuo Lang swallowed hard. "Of course!"

"Then come back. Right now." Her voice turned sharp again.

He hesitated. "But I still have to—"

"You HAVE to come back! If I don't see you today, you can start preparing to collect our bodies!"

And before he could respond, he heard it—his mother and child crying in the background.

Zhuo Lang had no choice but to agree immediately.

Meanwhile, Wan Jiaxiu was laughing like a maniac. "Zhuo Lang, you can only be mine. This time, I'll make sure you can never leave me!"

Zhuo Lang, who was rushing back in a hurry, had no idea what was about to happen to him...

Jiang Yiqing suddenly chuckled, mumbling to himself, "Tsk, some people are about to get what they deserve."

The pig spirit lying nearby accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiang Yiqing's expression, and its chubby body trembled involuntarily.

That human brat's smile was terrifying... wonder who was about to have bad luck.

Jiang Yiqing hummed a tune, feeling pretty good. The old man had been efficient—there were plenty of idle ghosts in the underworld, so they quickly gathered a construction team. Now, all they needed was the finalized blueprint, and once everything was confirmed, they could start building.

Before bed, Jiang Yiqing sang to Wen Xiuyan while folding gold ingots with his hands.

Wen Xiuyan heard the rustling sounds from the other end and asked, a little curious, "Are you folding something?"

Jiang Yiqing's hands paused for a second, feeling a little guilty. "Yeah, gold ingots. Am I bothering you?"

Wen Xiuyan shook his head, then realized Jiang Yiqing couldn't see him, so he said, "No, I was just curious."

"That's good. I'm just folding some gold ingots for the ghosts—cough, cough—I'll keep singing for you." Jiang Yiqing almost blurted it out and quickly changed the subject.

Wen Xiuyan opened his mouth, wanting to say he wasn't in a hurry to sleep, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Listening to the now-familiar singing in his ears, his consciousness slowly blurred.

Half-asleep, he thought: Sounds nice.

If Jiang Yiqing had heard that, he probably would've laughed out loud. Even he wouldn't dare shamelessly claim that his singing was good.

After folding a whole bag full of gold ingots, Jiang Yiqing lit some incense and closed his eyes.

The old man handed him a few sheets of paper like he was presenting an achievement. "Take a look. A few designers worked on these blueprints."

Jiang Yiqing took them with a grin. "Not bad, old man. You even got multiple options."

The old man clasped his hands behind his back, his smugness practically radiating off him.

Gotta admit, the blueprints were all impressive—intricate, majestic, and just from looking at them, Jiang Yiqing could already feel the overwhelming grandeur.

He even thought he might be developing decision paralysis because he had no idea which one to pick.

Ah, what a sweet dilemma.

But that sweetness didn't last long.

Because the moment he saw the prices listed on the blueprints, his smile froze. He had to blink a few times, wondering if there was something wrong with his vision.

"This price... are you sure it's not in ghost money?" Jiang Yiqing took a deep breath, questioning it from the depths of his soul.

Jiang Yiqing looked at the estimated project cost on the blueprint and seriously doubted whether the ghost who calculated it had lost touch with the modern era. This guy must be a ghost from the inflation era, right?

"Old man, tell him to go back and convert the price into RMB, okay?" Jiang Yiqing smiled slightly and was about to hand the blueprint back.

The old man awkwardly rubbed his nose. He had, of course, already seen the price before giving the blueprint to Jiang Yiqing. And back then, he had the exact same reaction.

However, after asking about it, he found out, "This price is based on the current market rate."

Jiang Yiqing froze, then dug at his ear in disbelief. "Old man, you're kidding, right? Who the hell spends over twenty million just to fix a temple? Why not just go rob a bank?"

He was so frustrated that he almost gave up on the spot, ready to call it quits.

"All of this is just for materials. The workers... ahem the ghost workers aren't even charging labor fees," the old man explained.

Looking at the intricate, grand Chinese-style architectural design, Jiang Yiqing actually believed him. But let's put aside the fact that he was expected to pay for all this—

Wait, no. He couldn't put it aside. The mere thought of how the money he had earned so far wasn't even a tenth of the project cost made his head throb.

But when he looked at the blueprint, he couldn't help feeling tempted. He wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Old man, there's gotta be a way to cut down the material costs, right?"

The old man coughed lightly, shattering his illusion. "This is the cost-cut version."

Jiang Yiqing: "...It's just a temple. It doesn't need to be this fancy, does it? I'm not even gonna live in it."

Even as he said that, his eyes drifted back to the blueprint.

A moment later, he wiped his face and let out a deep sigh. "Fine, there's no way I can pay it all at once. I'll pay as we build, little by little."

The old man looked at him, clearly trying not to laugh. He stroked his beard and nodded. "I'll let the ghosts know."

"Oh, right. Those ghosts do need some compensation for their work." The old man suddenly pulled out a huge piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing unfolded it and saw that most of the items listed were things he could easily buy at an incense shop. He immediately let out a breath of relief.

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