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When we arrived at the gate, the security guard at the Minh Sao factory looked at us.
"Uncle, let's discuss some matters inside," proactively spoke Lam Pham.
"I know I can come to this place... besides discussing business, I can do other things," he added.
The security guard in uniform nodded happily, but he seemed not to be cautious at all.
I talked to the security personnel and entered the factory easily without any obstacles.
After all, this was the Minh Sao printing workshop.
Come to think of it, even if I went to the diaper factory next door, no one would come here to harm Minh Sao by chance.
Inside, Lam Pham asked an employee and was quickly directed.
He found a middle-aged man with dark skin.
Not like a boss, more like a worker than the workers you meet at the entrance.
In the end, Minh Sao's factory was small, and even the owner himself often had to assist with the work.
Seeing Lam Pham, the owner stood up.
Fair and clean like Lam Pham, he must come to Minh Sao, where misfortune made products for Bach Su, that is, buying products.
So, he abandoned his work, walked quickly and said, "Younger brother, what do you need?"
"I want to buy 100 million Minh Sao," Lam Pham stated his purpose.
Billions of points, indeed, billions of points.
His savings combined with the total income from selling stocks, houses, and cars amounted to nearly 360 million dong.
That's about 360 million points.
The factory owner didn't seem very interested after hearing it, but still maintained basic politeness, saying, "Sorry, we only sell wholesale here. If you want a small amount... just go to the Bach Su store. It'll be much different."
"Can we meet Minh Sao first?" Lam Pham hid a smile and asked without answering.
The Minh Sao factory owner stopped, frowned in confusion but still replied, "Okay, here we have various denominations, the largest denomination is 10,000 or 100,000."
"No, I want the standard one," Lam Pham interrupted.
The system had a unified standard, after the apocalypse, only the standard Minh Sao could be used.
Printing tens of thousands, even billions, was useless.
It would only be burned into waste paper, causing more pollution and serving no purpose.
"Little Nhan, show the master a few hundred fifty-year cards."
Minh Sao, the factory owner, spoke up.
Not long after, several photos of Minh Sao with an average figure reached Lam Pham's hands.
The style was indeed no different from Minh Sao, who could drive away the Strange Demons after the horror arrived.
It just...
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Lam Pham keenly realized that Minh Sao seemed to be just a reproduction.
He had once obtained genuine Minh Sao.
Along with it was the mystical breath of U Minh, hard to describe in words but it truly existed.
For those who had not encountered the real Minh Sao during the horrifying post-apocalyptic days, it might be difficult to distinguish.
I fear that he is the only person in the world who can distinguish the difference between the two.
This is really complicated.
I thought I could buy Minh Sao and burn it.
Unexpectedly, the Minh Sao printed by the Minh Sao workshop was completely unusable.
"How about it?" The owner looked at Lam Pham for a while, curious in his heart.
Do you need to look at something for so long to burn it?
Does the quality of Minh Sao's products depend on its quality?
The living don't care about what they burn, and the dead don't know the quality of things.
Can we crawl out of the grave to fight you?
"NO," Lam Pham shook his head momentarily.
This 100 million Minh Sao still cannot be bought here.
Nevertheless, he envied the pre-printed accumulation boxes of Minh Sao.
At least billions.
However, when the horrifying doomsday arrived, it would be useless to burn unnecessary things anywhere.
In the end, Lam Pham wanted to return Minh Sao to the owner.
"No problem, you can keep it as a collectible," the owner said.
"..."
Lam Pham's face was covered with black marks.
This owner seemed to be very close to the drivers outside.
One sent him to the Minh Sao workshop to satisfy him, and the other sent him some Minh Sao collections.
Fortunately, he had experienced horror, knew the value of Minh Sao, and did not refuse Minh Sao.
If you were a normal person, you might be arguing.
"Sorry."
After the greeting, Lam Pham turned and left.
This Minh Sao restaurant was not available, and because there was only one restaurant in the city, it seemed that it needed to expand its scope of activities.
Three months were originally a sufficient time, but looking back now...
If you want to go to other cities or even other provinces for a stroll.
There is also the risk of not finding Minh Sao. From this perspective, three months seem a bit tight.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Lam Pham approached the gate of the factory.
He caught the gaze of the security guard at the gate.
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"What? Is Minh Sao not satisfactory?"
The old man stepped forward, revealing what Lam Pham was thinking at the moment.
Ordinary people might mutter a few words until Lam Pham got sick.
Only Minh Sao needed to be burned; what quality did it demand?
No matter how good the quality was, the dead wouldn't know, so it was just psychological comfort for everyone.
But the old man had a knowledgeable look, a bit of resentment in his gaze towards the workshop. "Now Minh Sao is being produced, will make a loud noise, and can print tens of millions in a day... Too fast... The souls have disappeared."
"At my Minh Sao workshop back then, to produce a batch of Minh Sao, you had to connect heaven and earth with the underworld. There were many different rituals that I can't describe. Anyway, it was very complicated, and in the end, it could only be used."
"Oh?" Lam Pham stopped.
He didn't know much about this, but when the security guard mentioned it, he speculated a bit.
Could it be that only Minh Sao made with traditional techniques could bear the mark of U Minh for use in the post-apocalyptic days when terror arrived?
You can explore it first.
When you have a direction, you don't need to wander like a headless fly looking for other Minh Sao factories.
After getting closer, Lam Pham asked, "Uncle, can I ask you... Where can I find a Minh Sao workshop like this now?"
"A little bit."
The old man shook his head, his face full of regret. "Nowadays, people use flowers for worship too much, and those who burn things are too few... Progress is funny, not just following foreign cultures."
"With convenient machines like this, who would use the old way to make Minh Sao... There's no way to compete."
"Old people I know would rather guard the door than make Minh Sao."
The security guard continued to recount most of the history he knew.
After talking for a long while, he stopped, recalling the serious question Lam Pham had asked.
He touched his bushy hair, pondered for a while, then spoke softly, "If there's still someone selling this item... who knows if the Bach Su store in Xich Khanh Village still sells it. You can ask there. The Bach Su store in Lao Li Tou, just ask."
"Thank you."
With a thankful sound, I finally found my direction.
Lam Pham felt his pocket and found that he didn't carry much cash when he went out, probably just over a thousand yuan.
He took it all out and stuffed it into the hands of the security guard.
Then, without waiting for the security guard's reaction, he hurriedly left and rushed to the next location.
Looking at the amount of money in his hand, the security guard was stunned, then called Lam Pham several times but he didn't answer.
"What's all this about?"
The security guard gave an order, it was worth more than 1,400 yuan.
Quite a lot, his monthly salary was only 2,000.
After hesitating for a while, he put it in his pocket.
There was a bit of shame on his face.
"Really embarrassing, really embarrassing... Being a security guard for so many years, this is the first time I've received something without doing anything..."
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