I Took Revenge On A Young Girl Who Slandered Me In My Previous LifeChapter 1
After my grandmother passed away, I inherited her paper money store. My family's paper money would be used during the Halloween Festival or when any family had a funeral.
When it was time to settle the bill, the daughter of the neighbour, who had just graduated and was unemployed at home, was jealous of me. She seemed to really dislike what I was doing right now.
“Paper money used to send condolences, right? Other people sell it for two dollars a pack. But why do you sell it for thirty dollars a pack? You're really black-hearted!”
I took a deep breath for a while. Then I explained to them that the ancient paper money requires a specific straw paper, boiled and ground pulp and fumigating incense. These processes need to cost, otherwise, people couldn’t use them in the underworld.
However, under the urging of the neighbour's daughter, those who ordered paper money have asked me to refund the difference in price. Under no circumstances, in order to keep the cost down, I could only change the paper material and reduce the incense fumigation process.
But I didn't expect to be rumoured to make black money and reported for using toxic materials. This incident was even broadcast live on the Internet. Everyone angrily accused me of disrespecting the dead.
The impact of this situation made my husband lose his job. On the other hand, my daughter dropped out of school because she was teased there.
All of this made me feel even more frustrated and scared. With the overwhelming online violence coming at me, I chose to drink the pesticide in my hand.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the people, who were offering sacrifices to their ancestors were instigated by the neighbour's daughter to buy cheap paper money. It was true that these paper money were cheap, but they were all made of recycled paper used in public restrooms. For me, burning them to the ancestors would bring retribution.
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“Carmen Celeste, you are also too heartless. These days you have made so much black hearted money!”
“Making money from the deceased, aren't you afraid of retribution?”
Looking at the village secretary in front of me and this group of righteous indignation of a few young faces, I couldn't help but be stunned. I then realized that I was reborn.