Reencarnei como viúva nos anos 70 e levei minha família ao sucesso com um supermercado

Stunned and half-conscious, Su Qiao heard someone speaking beside her.

“I told you to bring back one troublemaker. What did you drag this woman here for? Are you trying to make this a buy one, get one free deal?”

“It wasn’t like that, Boss. I never expected that troublemaker, even on the verge of death, would grab a poor soul to take down with her.”

“And you couldn’t stop her?”

“She hit the accelerator and sent this unlucky woman straight over here.”

Su Qiao was dumbfounded. She was just an exhausted office drone, broke and worn to the bone. If she was hearing words like this, there was only one possibility: she was dead.

“Boss?”

Ming Qi felt a headache coming on. “You’re not planning to leave me with not even a scrap of my private savings, are you?”

“Boss, do we really have to pay her?”

“Not pay?” Ming Qi thought of the consequences if this were exposed, and kicked Yin Jiu hard on the backside. “I’ve spent eight hundred years clawing my way up to this position.”

“Then—” Yin Jiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “Boss, by normal reasoning, this unlucky soul’s spirit will cling stubbornly to the entrance of this supermarket and refuse to leave. Why don’t you work some magic and just give this place to her as compensation?”

“Here?” Ming Qi sized up the building and agreed at once.

Without dipping into his own funds, he solved the problem. Ming Qi was so pleased he slapped his thigh again and again. The force of it was a little too much, and the flickering spirit beside him was knocked flying.