My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 56

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The two officers grew serious and said with sincerity, "We owe a big thanks to Master Jiang. Because of yesterday's livestream, most of the criminals who escaped years ago have now been caught. So... would you be willing to cooperate with us?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiqing's expression grew serious too. He of course knew what they meant, and knowing that, he wouldn't refuse.

Jiang Yiqing: "Of course, I'd be honored."

In reality, cooperating with the police was pretty much like being a consultant. Just like this time, all he had to do was provide a breakthrough, and the police would naturally bring the criminals to justice.

As for the details of their collaboration, those would be discussed privately after they cut the connection. Once the livestream ended, the bullet comments finally loosened up a bit.

"Phew, that scared me. I'm a good citizen, so why do I feel guilty seeing the cops?"

"Hahah, same. The comments during the livestream were so serious, I was a bit uncomfortable."

"Ahhh, am I the only one focusing on one thing? Qingqing is really moving up in the world now, huh? Official connections!"

Jiang Yiqing cleared his throat. He had actually turned down an offer to work for the police station before.

But of course, he didn't say that out loud. He had to maintain his mysterious Master persona.

Although in the eyes of these fans, he had nothing to do with being mysterious.

At midnight, usually, Jiang Yiqing would have already fallen asleep after singing a song for Wen Xiuyan. However, tonight, he was fully dressed and headed out the door.

The little pig spirit wasn't hiding inside the bracelet this time but was trotting along beside Jiang Yiqing. He glanced at the panting little pig spirit. "I'm doing this for your health, you know. You just eat and sleep, sleep and eat all day. Is that really okay?"

The pig spirit shot him a disgruntled look. Stupid human, maybe it was a pig! Pigs should eat and sleep, sleep and eat!

The human brat obviously felt like it was living too comfortably, and now was all grumpy about it. So petty!

Petty Jiang Yiqing, with the pig spirit trailing behind, headed up the mountain to the ancestral temple.

The reason he was out this late tonight was because the ancestral temple was finally ready to start construction!

The design had been finalized, the ghost workers were hired, and their pay was three golden ingots a day. Yeah, Jiang Yiqing had been stacking up golden ingots like crazy these past few days.

It wasn't that he was trying to save a few bucks, no need for that, but the ingots sold outside were just of lower quality compared to the ones Jiang Yiqing handmade.

The difference was in the exchange rate—if the ingots Jiang Yiqing made were worth ten thousand hell coins, the ones you bought on the market were only worth a few hundred hell coins.

The underworld was going through some serious inflation, and no ghost would work as a construction worker for a few hundred hell coins.

Plus, the bad-quality golden ingots had a smell that these ghosts didn't like.

All in all, it was better to just make them himself.

Tonight, Jiang Yiqing was meeting the designer ghost for the first time. Other ghosts, when they saw him, would occasionally turn their heads curiously to glance at him, and when they saw him looking, they'd smile in a friendly way.

But with their pale faces and stiff expressions, it didn't look friendly at all.

The pig spirit even thought this ghost was trying to provoke it and almost lunged to bite the ghost's butt.

The ghost got so scared that its head fell off. It quickly put its head back on and continued hauling bricks, looking quite pitiful.

Jiang Yiqing: "..." His mouth twitched.

The designer ghost, who hadn't expected these other ghosts to make such a bad impression on the big spender, quickly smiled and said, "Master Jiang, don't worry, all the ghosts with me today are good ghosts. Oh, they might look a little off, but ghosts all look like that."

The designer ghost was dressed in tattered clothes, with a braid at the back of its head. It seemed like one of those Qing Dynasty ghosts.

To meet Jiang Yiqing, the ghost had even made an effort to look presentable, putting some blush on its pale face to make itself seem less terrifying.

In reality, it had the opposite effect.

Now, in the middle of the night, a Qing Dynasty ghost with red cheeks was grinning eerily at Jiang Yiqing.

And this ghost was actually complaining about how other ghosts looked bad? It was more like he was the one with the creepy, eerie vibe—classic, spine-chilling Chinese horror.

Jiang Yiqing obviously wasn't scared, but his professional instincts almost kicked in. He really wanted to catch this ghost.

Though he wanted to, he managed to resist the urge. After discussing the specifics of the construction with the designer ghost, the work officially began.

Watching the ghost operating a paper mache digger to tear down the temple, leaving only the stone statues behind, Jiang Yiqing's expression turned serious. So, why did he go through all that trouble to clean up the garbage inside?

Jiang Yiqing refused to admit that he had been foolish. He cleared his throat and decided to ignore the question. Before leaving, he found the designer ghost, who was angrily barking orders at the worker ghosts.

The designer ghost, whose face had turned into a nasty scowl, immediately switched to a friendly smile when it saw Jiang Yiqing approaching.

Jiang Yiqing was mainly there to ask if there was a way in the underworld to send messages remotely, something like WeChat on Earth.

However, he clearly overestimated the technology in the underworld. Forget WeChat; when the designer ghost saw Jiang Yiqing take out his phone, it jumped up in shock, thinking he was holding some kind of magical artifact.

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

It was confirmed—there was probably no phone in the underworld.

While Jiang Yiqing felt some sympathy for these ghosts who had no entertainment, he also had a bit of a headache. Did that mean he would have to travel every time he wanted to discuss something?

No, no, he definitely needed to suggest to the old man that developing technology was a matter of urgency. If they had phones, there wouldn't be so many idle ghosts causing trouble.

That would be great!

"Yiqing, someone's been investigating you recently," Wen Xiuyan called to let him know. "Do you need me to block them for you?"

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