Global Mining.

Chapter 122: Your 20 billion is my 20 billion, what else...

Dachun was a little confused. A person who had been dead for a hundred years was now making a will?

No, the key is——

Dachun was surprised. "What I mean is, do you have any other connections that could help her get an ID card directly? If you make a will unilaterally, others won't be able to match it up and won't believe it."

The old foreman said in a muffled voice, "At least you and I both believe it, right?"

"Yes! The key is that others——"

The old foreman said in a deep voice, "Whether others believe you or not depends on you! As long as you are strong enough, a large group of people will believe even a fart. You can even pick up a beggar from the street and make him a prince! If you are not strong enough, even a princess of a fallen country will become a prostitute!"

That makes perfect sense! Well, it's unrealistic to expect him to still have connections 100 years from now. It's not impossible to make a will. But how do I get the will to Ellen?
The old foreman shouted, "Old Curly! Stop moving bricks and come get ready to stamp! And Chifenda, here are the paper, pens, tables and chairs you stole! Bring them all over!"

Damn, you are so awesome, you want to be the deputy city lord, right?

After a while, a tall and thin black figure came over from the crowd, brushing off the dirt and walking towards them in a gentlemanly manner.

Dachun was surprised: "Is this a lawyer? I don't see him with curly hair?"

The old foreman laughed and said, "Curly!"

The lawyer actually took out a ball of glittering gold from his arms and put it on his head!

Damn, this light...could it be a divine weapon?
The evil spirits on the island were all cursing: "Poodle!" "Bah!"

Very good! I feel relieved when I get scolded, it means I must be a bitch!
Then Chifenda came over and said, "Hurry up, I need to design a blower!"

Dachun thought of something: "This paper is too new, isn't it? It doesn't look like a will."

The old foreman snorted, "You've never made a will, so you don't understand... Now, don't talk. I want to list all my creditors. As for my granddaughter, I've already chosen a name for her. Sigh..."

Damn, you talk like you make wills all the time.

I saw the old foreman writing furiously, with names, dates, and numbers densely written from top to bottom on a piece of paper!

What the hell! What the hell!
This is the creditor, who remembers everything clearly even after a hundred years! If you don't die, who will?
Finally I finished writing it and signed it at the end: All my property will be inherited by my dear granddaughter "Biandobilina".

Dachun was stunned. Biliana?
Then the old foreman waved his hand, and a stamp appeared on his hand, and it was stamped!

"Old Curly, notarize, copy, and stamp!"

Old Curly also elegantly pulled out a seal that was equally glittering with gold. What the hell!?

Snap—it’s covered!

The next moment, the light from the gold seal streamed into the paper, turning it into a nearly metallic golden yellow, until the seal dimmed and became ordinary. At the same time, the old curly-haired man's blond hair also became dull and lifeless.

Holy crap! Making a will is like injecting divine power into it. It feels so ritualistic!
Old Curly shook the will, and suddenly two pieces of paper appeared, one silver-white and one brass-colored!

This is a copy! ?
"I, the lawyer, will keep this copy of the silver contract as a notarized document. Please keep the original and the brass copy safe..."

After saying that, Old Curly put all the silver paper and the curly seal into his arms.

The old foreman waved his hand with satisfaction: "Go move the bricks! Chifenda, move them, move them..."

Watching Curly's graceful departure, Dachun was truly enlightened. "So, he doesn't have the gold medal anymore, so he can't take on business next time?"

The old foreman smiled and said, "Yes! You need to accumulate justice points to shine again, so lawyers were in great demand in our time."

Dachun was still puzzled: "The key point is that you are all dead. How can a document signed by a dead person be valid?"

The old foreman chuckled, "Do you know the principle that debts are unpaid after death? Debts are not paid regardless of life or death!"

Awesome!
The old foreman handed both pieces of paper to Dachun: "Here's the will, you figure out the rest." Dachun was embarrassed: "Ailian, I'm trapped on the island, I really can't send you a copy."

Ailian spoke: "I have a way. I will use the magic mirror to make a copy and use it as a copy of the copy!"

Dachun was shocked: "Ah? The magic mirror has this ability?"

Ailian was excited: "I didn't have it before, but as long as I really want to, and the magic mirror has accumulated a lot of disguise power, I think I can upgrade this new skill!"

Holy shit! Why would they go to all that trouble to upgrade to a fax machine? Anyway, no one uses fax machines anymore, right?

Dachun hurriedly took out the magic mirror and took a look. The previously swirling light stream began to spin rapidly, condensing at high speed like a whirlpool - until a flash of light appeared!
——System prompt: Your possessed mirror spirit Ailian has successfully developed a new magic mirror skill "copy"!
Damn, you’re so good!
Ailian said, "Make a copy! Take a photo of it against the golden document!"

——System prompt: Your possessed evil spirit has used up all your illusion points to use the magic mirror's "copy" skill.

Dachun was stunned: "Do you have to use mine?"

"I'm going to fight, so of course I have to save money. You're free anyway, so why not use yours!"

"That makes sense!"

The next moment, a nearly identical piece of gold paper appeared in Ailian's hand. She was extremely happy: "Copy successful! Now, I can use this copied will to prove my identity!"

Dachun instantly came up with a complete character creation plan: "Well! If others dare not believe it, we will beat them into believing it!"

Ailian added: "I think I should meet him and call him grandpa!"

Dachun was stunned: "Your identity must be kept secret, is it necessary?"

"Of course it's necessary. Is it too much to call the person who inherited over 20 billion yuan "grandfather"?

Dachun suddenly remembered what Ailian said in the safe: she would love anyone even if they gave her 10 billion.

Oh, okay. But is that property? 100 years of interest. If I don't negotiate, I'll be hunted down by the debtor's descendants, right?
Dachun sighed, "Well, then the secret of your identity is known to only three people."

Dachun then raised the mirror and said, "Mr. Bijand! Your granddaughter Biliana wants to see you!"

The old foreman shuddered, "Where's Biliana?"

"On the other side of the magic mirror, in the southern canyon!"

Ailian in the mirror held up the gold paper she had just copied: "Dear Grandpa, Biliana will definitely work hard to get back our family's debt!"

The old foreman was so excited that tears streamed down his face: "Child! My child!"

Ailian also cried: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Biliana loves you!"

Dachun suddenly felt a soreness in the corners of his eyes. Could it be so sentimental?

The old foreman burst into tears: "Son! It's not that grandpa was stupid and had to lend money to others back then, but those people were not to be trifled with. If you dared not lend them money, you might be killed. So, son, you must become strong!"

"Grandpa, I'm already strong, and I will be even stronger!"

So that's how it is! Merchants without the protection of power are prey to gangsters. No wonder this old man likes to put on airs...

Dachun was also somewhat moved by this human tragedy and comedy: "Mr. Biyangde, as long as Bilianna takes over this village, I can pay you back 20 billion!"

The old foreman excitedly grabbed Dachun's hand and said, "Did you hear that, kid? The city lord is finally willing to pay back the debt..."

At this moment, the black smoke on the old foreman's body suddenly dissipated and burst into a transparent white light of life!

Holy shit! I'm giving you 20 billion to clean up your act, right? But your granddaughter is my wife now, so your 20 billion is my 20 billion. We're a family, so why should I pay it back?

Don’t waste your resentment, absorb it with the ring!
(End of this chapter)