They looked at Jonathan, who was picking up goods at my paper-making shop. Their jealousy was written all over the bottom of their eyes.
“Hey, bro! The paper used in this paper-making shop are all three-less products, unlike us, who are all connected with raw material factories and have proper business licenses.”
“How expensive can paper be? She sells a pack of paper for thirty. It's simply a book of profit. Let's talk about conscience. I never make black-hearted money. We are all of the same age, right? We all know that this thing is just to send the thoughts of the living.”
I can't help but laugh in anger. I suddenly stepped forward.
I coldly said, “Xaviera, do you know who these paper money are burned for?”
Xaviera answered, “Isn't it just burned to the dead people?”
She suddenly saw the priest's robe on Jonathan. He stood up in front of her. She couldn't help but her face turned pale.
“Xaviera, do you dare to use your paper money and take it to the gods to make offerings?”
