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”You have to burn some modern things for the ancestors, right? Care to buy a few? These are best-sellers,” the shop owner said, quickly getting to his feet and launching into an enthusiastic sales pitch.

’They came in a Rolls-Royce, they have to be buying a ton of offerings, right?’

’A whale!’

”The workmanship is pretty good. It looks just like the real thing,” Chen Yansen said with a laugh as he followed her in, picking up an oversized model of the Yaocheng X1.

”But of course! They’re all authentic, and the quality is perfect!” the shop owner grinned, lying through his teeth.

’Authentic?’

’Since when did Orange Technology’s business expand into the Netherworld?’

Chen Yansen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He just lowered his head and started picking out paper models of phones, computers, and tablets, along with Netherworld Coins and joss paper.

”You even have US Dollars?” Chen Yansen was slightly taken aback, looking at the Netherworld bank notes made to look like US currency, with a face value of one quadrillion. Burning a stack like that would be enough to trigger a financial crisis in the Underworld.

”Got to keep up with globalization, you know. Want a whole box?” the shop owner said with a perfectly straight face.

Chen Yansen nodded, not objecting.

The shop owner was ecstatic. He hurried over with an unopened box of paper offerings and placed it on the counter.

He glanced reflexively at Chen Yansen. But when he got a clear look at the man’s face, he froze. His voice trembled with excitement as he asked, ”P-President Chen... are you Chen Yansen?”

”I am,” Chen Yansen replied calmly. ”And get me another box of Netherworld Coins from the Heaven and Earth Bank.”

”President Chen, could I get a picture with you?” the shop owner asked, holding up his own Qingcheng D2.

The unspoken message was clear: *President Chen, I’m a fan!*

”Here? It doesn’t seem very appropriate.”

Chen Yansen gestured with his chin, indicating the funeral wreaths, paper effigies, and mountains of joss paper all around them.

”Right, right, you’re right. How about we go outside?” the shop owner suggested, smoothing down his hair with a broad, eager smile.