372 Terrified Demon Subduing Ghost Book

The next few days were as boring as ever.

The business of the bookstore was as bad as usual. There were no customers for almost a week.

Whenever the bookstore opened, it was losing money on utilities and meals.

Fortunately, Ling Ping'an was open-minded.

To him, whether the bookstore lost or earned money, it was a kind of life.

Therefore, he didn't feel any pressure.

He even felt that this kind of life seemed to be pretty good.

Every day, he would type, read the news, eat and drink.

Unfortunately...

This kind of life was destined to not last long.

That afternoon, Ling Ping'an sat at the counter and was about to take a break.

His phone rang.

He picked it up and saw 404,100. It was a text message from the Federal Committee for the Children of Meritorous Contributors.

To be more precise, it should be an invitation letter.