Half a day later, the foundations of a small service station had been built.
Bandage Man's cargo ship made trip after trip, unloading supplies that consisted entirely of materials needed to build the service station.
These materials were cheap elsewhere, but getting the paperwork approved in Righteous Qi Prefecture would take months. Smuggling them in was actually more economical.
Some officials wanted to come over and line their pockets, too, but the Ghost Cultivator brought in "Wang Jingting." After he killed a batch of them, things finally quieted down a little. Simple shelters went up, with a huge canopy spanning the clearing. Thin plywood served as partitions, dividing the space into a kitchen, bedrooms, an internet café, and other areas.
Although it was still very basic, the Service Station now had its essential functions and could open for business.
But once it opened, the simple Service Station did not have a single customer.
The people stationed inside had nothing to do. The cleaner had already swept the floor eight times, then glanced at the entrance and prepared to sweep it a ninth time.
It was evening now, and a light rain had begun to fall again. The raindrops pattered against the canopy, making Little Lunatic restless. But the Ghost Cultivator girl was not worried in the slightest. She leisurely took a few nighttime selfies, then pointed at the road leading to the Port and said, "Let's put streetlights up here."
"Wouldn't that be too wasteful?" Little Lunatic asked, pained by the expense. "We've already spent so much."
The Ghost Cultivator glanced at Little Lunatic and suddenly raised her hand.
Thinking she was about to slap him, Little Lunatic immediately stood at attention, ready to take the blow. Instead, she merely rubbed his head gently and said with a smile, "You