God-level Ferryman: Starting reward is the Ten Kings of Hell

Chapter 64 No Spirits Allowed After the Founding of the People's Republic? A Business License R

"Boss, the other party is tracking us from the opposite direction." Wei's voice was devoid of any emotion, but the waterfall of data on the tablet suddenly accelerated.

"The target is our store."

Lin Fan had just gotten up from the ground when he heard these words and his legs went weak again.

Reverse tracking? Our own store? That sounds even scarier than that muscular cat from before.

"What's the panic?" Chu Jiang toyed with the semi-transparent soul of Bishop Pete in his hand, as if he were squeezing a glowing pressure ball.

He glanced at the dizzying array of codes on the Vitae tablet.

"You handle the technical aspects."

"I'll handle the physics."

Chu Jiang shoved the bishop's soul under the bar and covered it with a copy of the "Employee Code of Conduct".

He gave Wei the instruction: "Send me the other party's network address, and I'll have Meng Po send him some local specialties."

Wei's mechanical eyes flickered: "Analyzing it, but the other party used at least three thousand botnets as stepping stones, and the technical architecture is very new."

"It's alright, take your time." Chu Jiang seemed very patient. "The truth will come out eventually."

Just then, the door of the milk tea shop was suddenly pushed open again.

The one who rushed in this time was Huang Mao, a "volunteer cleaner" who had just started his job yesterday.

His face still bore the lingering fear, and he nearly broke the broom he was holding.

"Sir, something terrible has happened outside!"

The blond-haired man, breathless, pointed outside.

"A big tree grew at the intersection, blocking the road!"

Chu Jiang raised an eyebrow.

He walked out of the milk tea shop, with Lin Fan and Huang Mao following behind.

In the center of the crossroads not far away, an old locust tree that was originally just an ordinary landscaping tree has now grown wildly to the point of blocking out the sky.

Thick roots, like giant pythons, tore through the asphalt road, completely blocking the intersection.

Countless cars were stuck behind, their horns blaring incessantly.

On the trunk of that old locust tree, an old human face suddenly appeared, and two vines, like arms, blocked a BMW that was trying to force its way through.

"I planted this tree, I paved this road!"

A deep, muffled sound came from inside the tree trunk, sending chills down one's spine.

"If you want to pass, leave some money behind!"

The BMW driver turned pale with fright, stepped on the gas and reversed, almost crashing into the car behind him.

"Interesting." Chu Jiang stroked his chin. "The spiritual energy has only just recovered, and you're already this skilled?"

He turned and said something to the shadows behind him.

"Bruch, get to work."

Count Bruher, a vampire dressed in a black security uniform, emerged from the shadows.

On his left arm, he wore a bright red armband with the word "Order" printed on it.

"Boss, do you need me to purify it into firewood?" Bruch asked expressionlessly.

"No, we should win people over with virtue."

As Chu Jiang spoke, he led Bruch slowly through the chaotic traffic and walked to the old locust tree.

The old locust tree's human-like face stared down at this seemingly ordinary human being.

"Mortal, you want to go over there too?" Its voice carried a hint of disdain. "Hand over your phone, and I can let you pass."

Chu Jiang ignored it.

What he pulled out of his pocket was not a magic weapon, but a small booklet with a blue cover.

The booklet was printed with a line of large, gold-embossed characters: "Regulations for the Management of Individual Businesses in the Underworld (Trial Version for the Mortal World)".

Chu Jiang cleared his throat and began to read aloud to the old locust tree.

"According to Article 3 of Chapter 1 of these Regulations, all non-human intelligent life forms that engage in business activities in the mortal realm must obtain relevant licenses and permits."

He turned the page and looked up at the huge tree face.

"I'm asking you."

"Have you applied for the 'spirit cultivation license' yet?"

The old locust tree was stunned.

Have you applied for the "Street Vending Permit Form"?

The leaves of the old locust tree began to rustle, as if expressing its confusion.

"Have you completed the tax registration?"

"At the very least, have you obtained a legal ID card for becoming a spirit?"

With each question Chu Jiang asked, the old locust tree's expression grew more and more dazed.

It had just gained sentience, and its mind contained only some vague concepts of ruling a mountain, inherited from its bloodline.

What certificate? What tax? What is this thing?

"nonsense!"

The old locust tree finally realized that it seemed to have been tricked.

Enraged, it unleashed a dozen thick vines, like pythons emerging from their dens, whipping towards the Chu River from all directions with a howling wind.

"You see, communication is ineffective."

Chu Jiang sighed and put the booklet back into his pocket.

He reached behind his waist and pulled out the black measuring ruler.

"Bruch, make a note of this."

"The locust tree spirit is operating without a license and violently resisting law enforcement. According to regulations, how should this be handled?"

Bruch took out a small notebook and began to take notes.

"Reporting to the boss, according to Article 22 of Chapter 4 of the regulations, he should be subject to 'physical education' until he realizes his mistake."

"Okay, let's do some legal education then."

Chu Jiang had barely finished speaking when he arrived.

The next second, he appeared above a vine that had been pulled out, and with a swift movement, he brought down a ruler.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, like hitting a watermelon.

The sturdy vine went limp the moment it was struck, and drooped down helplessly.

The old locust tree, in pain, let out a roar, and even more vines lashed out at it.

Chu Jiang's figure flickered, and the Measuring Ruler brought forth gusts of wind.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of continuous, intense striking could not be heard.

Chu Jiang's attack location was very strategic; he specifically targeted the thickest vines, which were located at the base of the buttocks.

It doesn't cause serious injury, but it's extremely humiliating.

"That's why you're operating your business illegally on the street!"

"Snapped!"

"We told you to collect protection money!"

"Snapped!"

"I told you not to pay taxes!"

"Slap! Slap!"

The old locust tree went from initial rage to wailing, and finally only begged for mercy.

"Stop fighting, Immortal! Stop fighting!"

"I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"

A dozen minutes later.

Chu Jiang, carrying the measuring ruler, emerged from the swirling leaves, his clothes spotless.

Behind him, the enormous old locust tree had shrunk back to its original size and was trembling.

The human face on the tree trunk looked aggrieved, with two vines like hands covering its swollen roots.

Chu Jiang walked up to it and tossed it a document and a pen.

"Signed."

The old locust tree looked down and saw a "Labor Dispatch Contract of the Underworld".

Party A is "Santu Ferry Management Co., Ltd.", and Party B is it.

The contract states that it is hired as the "Chief Green Plant Security and Automatic Shading System of Santu Station" for a period of one hundred years.

There's no salary, and forget about social insurance and housing fund.

The old locust tree was so aggrieved it was almost crying, but seeing the ruler in Chu Jiang's hand, it obediently used its vines to roll up the pen and drew a circle on the contract.

Done and that's it.

Chu Jiang returned to the milk tea shop and spoke to Lin Fan, who was still in a daze.

"Mr. Lin, go and hang up another sign at the entrance of our store."

"Write what?"

"The Unified Certificate Issuance Center for Demons and Monsters in the Mortal World".

Chu Jiang leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Issue another announcement, using your CEO account."

"Any non-human life form that awakens during this spiritual revival must register at our store within three days by scanning the QR code, filling out the 'Application Form for Spiritualization,' and receiving a 'Legal Spiritualization ID Card.'"

"Those who fail to complete the process by the deadline will be treated as unregistered individuals."

"Don't blame our underworld enforcement team for coming to your door and forcibly repatriating you then."

Lin Fan felt numb. He nodded mechanically, picked up his pen and paper, and walked out.

The announcement was quickly disseminated through various channels.

At first, the demons and monsters in the mortal realm who had just awakened and were still immersed in the joy of their sudden surge in power scoffed at this.

How dare someone who owns a bubble tea shop tell us what to do?

The next day, Chu Jiang uprooted the old locust tree at the crossroads with a rope and dragged it to the entrance of the milk tea shop.

Chu Jiang personally trimmed its branches and leaves, so that the canopy could just cover the entire store entrance, turning it into a huge natural sunshade.

From then on, everyone who passed by the milk tea shop could see an old locust tree, its vines holding up a sign that read "Please line up to get your certificate," disheveled in the wind.

Now, all the demons and monsters couldn't sit still anymore.

A long queue quickly formed at the entrance of the certificate processing center.

There are foxes with burning tails, weasels that stand upright, and all sorts of strange mountain spirits and monsters.

They lined up obediently, awaiting their fate.

Just when the queue was at its longest.

A huge, muscular orange cat strode confidently past all the monsters in line and reached the front of the queue.

It slapped a leaf, covered in saliva, onto the certificate-issuing table.

Then, it raised its head, looked at Chu Jiang behind the window, and let out a babyish cry.

"Meow?"

(Hey cat, can I cut in line?)