"Congratulations, Boss Chen!"

"Um!"

Chen Feng was carrying a plaque on his shoulders, and he would greet him warmly when his acquaintances met him.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, and occasionally exchanged greetings.

They just congratulate, but no one would say that the business was booming.

Because Chen Feng opened a coffin shop in Yangzhou City, it is more taboo.

Such a young boss is rare, but everyone did not underestimate Chen Feng, because his adoptive father was a Taoist Yinming and had some fame in the city.

However, there is a Demon Sect in Yangzhou City, and there are a series of services and stores about the deceased, so it is difficult to survive here.

For example, although Taoist Zhang, who is the Demon Subduing Store next to Chen Feng, does not build a coffin, some of the things he sells have many similarities with those in Chen Feng’s store.

Similar to the spiritual clothes of the deceased, they send the deceased to practice rituals, selling sacrifices, paper money, lanterns, candles, etc.

Occasionally, someone will come to him to deal with the little demons that cannot be handled by the Demon Suppression Department. Taoist Zhang is still quite capable of dealing with some small matters.

Before, Chen Feng's adoptive father was here. Although he did not open a store to make a living, he was famous. Many people would look for Chen Feng's adoptive father if they had any problems, which led to the bad business of the Demon-Suppressing Store.

Taoist Zhang didn't dare to say much. Now that Chen Feng's adoptive father has left, only Chen Feng himself is left, and he has opened a coffin shop.

This made Taoist Zhang very happy. When he saw Chen Feng passing by, Taoist Zhang, wearing a blue Taoist robe, bowed: "Congratulations, Boss Chen, you are young and promising! You have become a boss at such a young age."

"Boss Zhang, wherever you are, I'm just making a living. I can't compare to Boss Zhang's magic shop. You are a really capable person."

Chen Feng greeted.

Regarding Taoist Zhang, Chen Feng keenly realized that this person was just a fake smirk.

If it weren't for the sake of his adoptive father, this set of false things might not have been used on him.

Hearing this, a cold light flashed through Taoist Zhang's eyes.

Just know.

When your father was here, my business was damaged. Now that your father has left, my business is getting better.

A boy who has not dried up a stinky breast can burn the incense if he can last for a month...

Chen Feng didn't say much to him. If it weren't for the sake of being next door, Chen Feng wouldn't be too lazy to deal with it.

Chen Feng returned to his store and a 14-year-old girl brought a cup of tea: "You're thirsty, drink a little water!"

The girl has very white skin and a little thin body, but the area where she should be big is not vague at all.

"Yes!" Chen Feng took the tea with his left hand and drank it all in one go.

Xiaoli is very diligent. Chen Feng saw that she had a bad life experience. He came to beg for food yesterday. In addition, there was a lack of a friend in his store, Chen Feng took her in soft heart.

This girl is very obedient. She can do whatever Chen Feng asks her to do. Although Chen Feng is poor, she is not short of this food.

Besides, he is a little lonely in the store alone, and it is also good to have a companion.

After hanging up the Maoshan coffin shop plaque, Chen Feng's store was officially opened.

Looking at the plaque with black background and white characters above my head, Chen Feng was very satisfied.

The reason why it is called Maoshan Coffin Shop is because Chen Feng was reincarnated and not a person from this world.

In his opinion, the word Maoshan is more suitable for his store.

In his previous life, Chen Feng was a high-end programmer. He had powerful skills at a young age and had a net worth of tens of millions. Unfortunately, he died suddenly after overwork.

In this life, Chen Feng's parents died early and were still in the wilderness and were raised by the Taoist Yinming.

When Chen Feng thought of his adoptive father, he was still a little scared.

His adoptive father is a skinny old man. Chen Feng sometimes secretly sees him holding a full bottle of jar in his right hand. It contains the brain marrow, which he can drink a lot in one sip.

Although I don’t know why my adoptive father adopted him, my adoptive father was still very nice to him. Knowing that he could not practice Taoism, he passed on many ways to make a living.
Chapter completed!