Global Mining

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

No, the key point is that Dachun said in surprise: "I mean, do you have any other connections that can help her get her ID card directly? If you make a will unilaterally, others will not be able to understand it and will not believe it." ah?"

The old foreman muttered: "At least you and I believe it, right?"

"Yes! The key is others - the old foreman said solemnly: "The key is you whether others believe it or not! As long as you are strong enough, a large group of people will believe your farts, and you can make a beggar from the street a prince! If she is not strong, the princess of the subjugated country will become a prostitute! "

That makes sense! Well, it’s unrealistic to expect him to still have connections 100 years from now, but it’s not impossible to make a will. But, how to give the will to Elian?

The old foreman shouted: "Old Curly! Stop moving bricks, come and get ready to stamp! And Chifenda, bring the paper, pens, tables and chairs you stole!"

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

After a while, a slender black figure in the crowd walked over with gentlemanly steps while patting the dirt.

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

The old foreman smiled and said: "Curly your hair!"

The lawyer actually took out a shiny golden thing from his arms and put it on his head!

Damn, this light...couldn't it be an artifact?

But all the evil spirits on the island cursed: "Poodle!" "Bah!"

very good! I feel relieved when I am scolded, it means that I must be a bitch!

Then Qifanda also came over: "Hurry up, I want to design a blower!"

Dachun thought of something: "Isn't this paper too new? Doesn't it look like a will?"

The old foreman snorted: "You haven't made a will, you don't understand - don't talk now, I want to write down all my creditors. As for my granddaughter, she has already been named. Yes, hey————”

Damn it, it sounds like you make wills all the time.

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

Damn, oh, oh, oh, oh!

This is the creditor, even though it has been a hundred years, I still remember it clearly! Who will die if you don’t die?

Finally I finished writing, and signed the final signature: My dear granddaughter "Pyojan Debilena" will inherit all my property.

Dachun was stunned, Bi Liena?

Then the old foreman waved his hand, and a stamp appeared on his hand, stamped!

"Old Curly, notarize, copy, stamp!"

Lao Curly also elegantly took out a similarly shining golden seal, holy crap! ?

Snap and cover them one by one!

The next moment, the golden seal's light stream poured into the paper, and the paper turned into an almost metallic golden color, until the golden seal became dull and dull. At the same time, the old curly's blond hair also became dull.

Damn it! Making this will is like injecting divine power, so ceremonial!

Old Curly waved the will, and two pieces of paper, one silver-white and one brass-colored, suddenly appeared!

This is a copy! ?

"This copy of the silver contract has been kept by the lawyer as a notarizer. The original and the brass copy are also requested to be properly preserved by the parties involved——."

After saying this, Lao Curly put all the silver paper and curly hair seals into his arms.

The old foreman waved his hand with satisfaction: "Go and move the bricks! Qifanda, move it, move it—"

Looking at Curly's graceful departure, Dachun was eye-opening: "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 praise and justice to shine again, so lawyers are in great demand in our era."

Dachun was still puzzled: "The key is that you are all dead. Is the document signed by the dead person valid?"

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

Awesome!

The old foreman handed both pieces of paper to Dachun: "I've given you the will. You can figure out the rest."

Dachun was in a dilemma: "Ellen, I'm trapped on the island, so I really can't send you the copy."

Elaine 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? Does the magic mirror have this ability?"

Elaine was excited: "I haven't before, but if I really want to, and the magic mirror has accumulated a lot of camouflage power, I think I can upgrade it to this new stunt!"

Damn it, right? Why waste so much effort to upgrade to a copy and fax machine? By the way, no one uses fax machines anymore...

Dachun hurriedly took out the magic mirror and took a look. The swirling stream of light began to rotate rapidly, condensing at high speed like a whirlpool until the light flashed!

System prompt: Your possessed mirror spirit Ailian has successfully developed the magic mirror's new special skill "Copy"!

Damn you are so good!

Ailian said: "Copy it! Take a photo of the golden document!"

System prompt: Your possessed evil spirit has used all your magic points to use the magic mirror's "Copy" special ability.

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

"I want to fight, so of course I have to save money. You have nothing to do anyway, so of course you can use yours!"

"That makes sense!"

The next moment, a nearly identical piece of gold paper appeared in Elian's hand and she was extremely happy: "The copy was successful! Now, I can use this copy of the will to prove my identity!"

Dachun instantly had a complete set of character plans: "Yeah! If others dare to believe it or not, we will make them believe it!"

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

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

"Of course it's necessary. Is it too much to ask someone like me to inherit more than 2 billion in property to call him grandpa?"

Dachun suddenly remembered what Ailian had said in the safe that she would love the same no matter who gave her 1 billion.

Hey, okay. But is that property? If we don't negotiate the interest for 100 years, we will be hunted to death by the debtor's descendants, right?

Dachun sighed: "Okay, then only three people know the secret of your identity."

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

The old foreman trembled: "Where is Bi Liena?"

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

Elian in the mirror held up the gold paper she had just copied: "Dear grandpa, Billiana will definitely work hard to recover our family's debt!"

The old foreman burst into tears with excitement: "My child! My child!"

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

Dachun suddenly felt the corners of his eyes sore. Is it so sensational?

The old foreman burst into tears: "Child! It wasn't that grandpa was stupid and had to lend money to others, but those people were not easy to mess with. If you dare not lend, you might be killed. So, kid, you must become stronger!"

"Grandpa, I am already strong, I will be stronger!"

I see! Businessmen without power protection are the prey of gangsters. No wonder this old man likes to show off and show off. He is somewhat incited by this human tragedy and comedy: "Mr. Biyander, as long as Bilena takes over this village, I can return the favor." You’re worth 2 billion!”

The old foreman excitedly held Dachun's hand: "My child, did you hear that the city lord is finally willing to pay off his debt..."

At this moment, the black smoke on the old foreman suddenly dispersed and burst into the transparent white light of life!

Damn it! I'm giving you 2 billion to clear my name, right? But your granddaughter is now my wife. Your 2 billion is my 2 billion. What else can a family pay back?————

Don't waste your grievances, put the ring on!