pertwk Chapter 26 Meng Po, it's time for our collaborative milk tea to be launched!
Chapter 26 Meng Po, it's time for our collaborative milk tea to be launched!
At the entrance of the Reincarnation Bureau, thousands of ghostly soldiers sat cross-legged, their faces solemn and dignified, chanting scriptures.
The golden light of merit illuminated this place, making it resemble a branch temple of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise.
Chu Jiang, carrying the still-hot Gatling gun, walked through a group of repentant souls without looking back.
As for the seventh side hall whose door he kicked down, and the steward inside who was crying his eyes out, the enforcement team that arrived later would handle it.
He turned on the Soul-Nourishing Wood phone, and the popularity of the live stream had broken the historical record of the Underworld. The barrage of comments was so numerous that the Soul-Devouring Beast's computing core started to get hot.
"Boss, shall we... go to the next one?" The Soul-Devouring Beast followed behind, its big eyes full of excitement. It felt as if it could swallow an entire river of resentment.
"That's a wrap." Chu Jiang put the Gatling gun back into his system space and patted the Soul Devouring Beast's big head.
"Go back and do some system maintenance first. Your physical cooling fan is practically sparking today."
A new broom sweeps clean, and if the first one is successful, there's no need to rush to make a second one.
Let the flames lick slowly, so that those who are used to darkness can experience the feeling of being scorched by the light.
Instead of returning to the Three Crossings Ferry, he turned around and headed straight for the Bridge of Helplessness.
At the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po stood on the bridge, gazing at the golden light of merit soaring into the sky in the direction of the Department of Reincarnation. Her cloudy old eyes revealed an indescribable meaning.
She only looked away when she saw Chu Jiang strolling over.
"Your commotion is bigger than that of the monkey from three thousand years ago." Meng Po's voice was devoid of emotion.
"There's no other way, it's necessary for business." Chu Jiang took out a scroll made of animal hide from his pocket and handed it over.
"Senior, the market has been opened up, and the brand image has been established. It's time to launch our co-branded products."
Meng Po took the scroll and slowly unrolled it.
"Strategic Cooperation Plan for the Brand 'Naihe Bridge - Three Crossings Ferry' and New Beverage Development Plan"
"Equity...incentives? Channel penetration? Private domain traffic?" Meng Po read each word carefully, her brows furrowing deeper with each word.
She recognized all the strange characters, but when put together, she couldn't understand a single word.
"Senior, let's stop studying these abstract concepts." Chu Jiang pointed to the last page of the plan.
"Simply put, let's open a milk tea shop together. You provide the soup base, which is your original 'soup of oblivion' (a metaphor for forgetting one's past life). I provide the technology, packaging, and marketing solutions."
"The merits and offerings earned will be split 30/70. You get 70%, I get 30%."
Meng Po was stunned; she thought she had misheard.
"You went through all this trouble, only want 30%?"
"Senior, what I want is an ecosystem." Chu Jiang smiled like a top student who had just graduated from business school.
"I want all the ghosts in the underworld to be inseparable from our product. Merit is a minor matter; cultivating user habits is our moat."
He paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell he had been preparing for a long time.
"I've already thought of a name for our first blockbuster product."
"Let's call it the 'Meng Po, Snow King, Ice City' series."
"The first drink will be called 'Forget-River Latte'."
Half an hour later, the Bridge of Helplessness was completely transformed.
The original dilapidated hot spring stall was demolished and replaced by an antique-style tea shop with a joint signboard of "Meng Po · Xue Wang Bing Cheng".
Countless ghosts who had just descended to the underworld were dumbfounded.
"What's going on? The Meng Po soup is even undergoing renovations?"
"Look at those brands! Forget-the-River Latte, Spider Lily Americano, Three Lives Stone Dirty Coffee... What are all these things?"
A young ghost mustered his courage and stepped forward: "Um... senior, I... I want to be reincarnated, please have a bowl of soup."
Meng Po pointed expressionlessly to the price list next to her.
When the ghost saw it, its eyes almost popped out.
"A latte requires ten acts of good karma? My entire fortune only amounted to eight acts of good karma! It's ten times more expensive than soup!"
Just as he hesitated, a ghost who looked like a wealthy person in life directly bestowed one hundred merits.
"Large, Forget-the-River Latte, with an extra merit, iced, please."
Soon, a latte, served in a black ceramic bowl and exuding the aroma of coffee and a faint taste of the River of Oblivion, was handed to him.
The ghost took a sip, and its entire ghostly face relaxed.
"Wow! It's delicious! The flavor is rich, smooth, and has a hint of the fragrance of spider lilies! After drinking it, I feel like all the resentment in my head has been washed away!"
The ghostly aura emanating from him visibly became purer.
The ghosts around them went mad when they saw this.
"Give me a drink! Me too!"
"Damn it, I should have helped more old ladies cross the street before I died!"
"I don't want to be reincarnated! I want to drink lattes here for the rest of my life!"
The queue stretched all the way to the middle of Huangquan Road, a scene even more popular than the opening of a trendy new store in the mortal world.
Meng Po stood behind the counter, the soup spoon in her hand almost sparking.
Suddenly, a massive, tsunami-like surge of merit power converged from all directions and poured into her body.
boom--
A soft golden light burst forth from Meng Po's body, and she felt that the bottleneck in her cultivation, which had been dormant for tens of thousands of years, had actually loosened.
She looked at the steadily increasing amount of Yin De in her hand, and then glanced at Chu Jiang in the distance, who was leaning against the bridge railing, legs crossed, playing on his phone.
This young man is playing with something from a completely different dimension.
The various departments of the underworld quickly realized that something was wrong.
The master of the Medicine King Hall, Yao Lao, discovered that all the geniuses in charge of refining medicine in his hall had submitted their resignations, saying they wanted to apply for jobs as waiters at the Three Crossings Ferry because there were river-view rooms and social insurance and housing fund benefits there.
The head of the patrol department discovered that the newly recruited underworld officials were completely unresponsive; they said they wanted to work as security guards at the ferry crossing because Boss Chu had promised to arrange a "chosen one" package for them in their next life.
Even the most core Reincarnation Bureau is almost an empty shell.
Without cooperating with Chujiang, we can't even recruit entry-level employees!
How can we play like this?
Then, a peculiar scene appeared.
At the Sanzu Ferry, two lines formed in front of the stone tablet inscribed with "Instructions for Riding".
One is a ghost waiting to cross the river to be reincarnated.
The other group consisted of the heads and deputies of the various departments of the underworld. These big shots, who were usually arrogant and haughty, were now queuing up obediently like primary school students.
The old apothecary, the newly appointed deputy director of the Reincarnation Department, the chief judge of the Judges' Hall... almost all the heads of various departments came.
They were all holding various kinds of gifts in their hands.
Thousand-year-old ebony, ten-thousand-year-old soul crystal, and various rare underworld herbs filled the open space at the ferry crossing like a warehouse.
Bruch, dressed in a sharp tailcoat and white gloves, was meticulously maintaining order.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please do not crowd. Please register your gifts over there. The boss is currently handling official business, so please be patient."
Finally, Chu Jiang yawned and walked out of the "Netherworld River View Cave".
He glanced at the group of officials who were eagerly waiting, but acted as if he hadn't seen them at all.
The old doctor couldn't resist and squeezed forward.
"Lord Chu! High Priest Chu! I was blind to your greatness and have offended you greatly! My Medicine King Palace is willing to cooperate deeply with you, we..."
"Is it urgent?" Chu Jiang picked at his ear, interrupting him.
The old doctor nodded repeatedly: "Urgent! Extremely urgent!"
Chu Jiang took out his phone and opened the background of the "San Tu Kuai Du" APP.
"Let me see..." He swiped the screen and found Yao Lao's avatar.
"Master Yao, right? Your Yin Virtue Credit Score is currently 60 points. Just passing, not yet in the safe zone."
Chu Jiang turned his phone screen towards him, his expression completely businesslike.
"Sorry, according to our company's regulations, those with a credit score below 80 are considered high-risk partners."
"If you want to see me, please go to the 'Merit Tasks' section of the app first, explain the corruption case that your Medicine King Hall has been holding back for eight hundred years, and improve your credit score before we talk."
After saying that, he completely ignored the old doctor's face, which had turned purple, and walked straight towards the ferry.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
A message sent through a special encrypted channel popped up.
The sender is anonymous.
The message is only one sentence long.
"The Heavenly Court is interested in your approach. Name your price."