"What's wrong? A fire broke out? Isn't it done to call a fire demon to deal with it? I have to deal with all the trivial matters! Am I the King of Hell or the little ghost?" The King of Hell was busy and was upset. When he heard the "secretary" screaming in panic, he shouted at her impatiently.

"No! Lord Hell!" The operator looked at the King of Hell, almost anxious to turn into a resentful soul.

"What's that? Tell me!" The King of Hell's hand kept moving, but sighed and asked helplessly. After all, he was responsible for the affairs of the underworld. If something goes wrong, wouldn't he suffer if the Heavenly Court blames it?

"Lord Hell, it's the Luck Management Center! A student called our center!" The operator finally seized the opportunity and explained it clearly.

"Ah? You have to look for me for such a small matter!" The King of Hell kept waving his arms, "You go find..." At this point, the King of Hell, holding up the seal of the great king, suddenly hung in the air.

"What did you say? You say it again?" The King of Hell turned his head suddenly and stared at the operator.

"A student called our Luck Management Center just now!" The operator took a step back in panic and looked at the King of Hell nervously.

"He...is he the family of a god?" The King of Hell blinked and asked blankly.

"It seems not." The operator's lady immediately replied, "Now there are no families of gods and immortals who have entered the human world to play reincarnation. Most of them are now going to another world."

"No? Then why did he call the phone?" The King of Hell also shouted in anger.

"Sir, I... I really don't know." This time the operator was almost scared and lost his soul.

"Go and check, what's going on with him!" The King of Hell angrily reached out and put the official seal back into the box. He looked at the mountain of official documents reluctantly, and finally walked out after the operator.

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When the ghosts in the Luck Management Center saw the King of Hell appear, they immediately knew that something had happened. They put down their work and followed the King of Hell to look lively.

"Luck No. 1!" He rushed into the operation room and the King of Hell immediately shouted. He had no time to pay attention to the little ghosts following him now.

"The voice identification has been completed and the identity has been confirmed. Hello, Lord Hell." A dry and mechanical sound came from the computer loudspeaker.

"Check, what's going on with that guy named Yang Hua!" The King of Hell looked anxiously at the computer's voice input system. This new thing is good, but the King of Hell always feels that it is not as smooth as those bull-headed and horse-faced faces when using it. If it is bull-headed and horse-faced faces, he immediately kicked them to work with one stone. It's so comfortable and smooth! But now, he doesn't even dare to touch this thing, for fear that if he breaks it a little, he will be complained by the maintenance engineers.

"Please enter his detailed address and age to facilitate the locking of the person." The computer replied again.

Without waiting for the King of Hell to give instructions, the operator quickly walked up and lost Yang Hua's address and age.

"The name is Yang Hua, 23 years and four months old, and his address is Student Apartment No. 8, Lianhua University, T City, Z Province, China. Please confirm."

"Confirm, work quickly!" Listening to the long-lasting computer, the anxious King of Hell almost even broke it.

"Search, please wait." The computer made a scattered sound, and then a row of data was displayed on the large screen in front of the two of them.

"The name is Yang Hua, September 27, 19**. The luck value has been used: career luck is -78455 points, love luck is -113383 points, money luck is -54872 points. The comprehensive luck value is -82236 points." The computer soon reported the first rows of data.

"Damn!" The King of Hell couldn't help but say something swearing, "What kind of evil did that kid do in his previous life? How bad luck would be like this in his twenties? I remember that when Hitler was hit and killed by a car after he was reincarnated, he was only more than 50,000 yuan. When he was in his twenties, he could be more than 80,000 yuan? Was it Hideki Tojo in his previous life?"

"Hiki Tojo has passed away, and now he has lost more than 60,000 points in total." The operator obviously still has memories of this person who is extremely lucky, so he immediately followed the words of the King of Hell.

"What's going on with him?" The King of Hell couldn't understand. He shouted to the computer again, "Continue to investigate and show the information of his previous life and the luck he deserves in this life."

Soon, after a roar, the computer showed the information that the King of Hell wanted on the big screen. But when the King of Hell and the operator saw the information, they were both stunned at the same time.

"Yang Hua, the reincarnation of a good man of ten generations, should have a lucky value of 131,072 points in this life." The computer reported the results it found in a consistently stable voice.

"Damn it!" The King of Hell looked at the screen blankly. According to computers, Yang Hua should be a guy who is so lucky that even gods are jealous of them in his life! But why did he bear the luck to the point of losing more than 80,000 points? Is it because he wants to achieve his great cause, so he has to work hard to get his mind and bones first? But it is Confucius, Mencius, a saint, who has never lost so much luck! Moreover, since the management of luck was handed over to the computer, modern people who have accomplished great things will not have lost so much luck. Computers have no time to arrange such a big ups and downs!

"Go quickly! What are you waiting for? Call the maintenance engineer quickly!" The King of Hell, who was frightened by the numbers, quickly shouted to the operator again.

This is simply a joke! Even Dou E was not wronged by him back then! If a person's real luck was so different from the luck he deserved, then his resentment would have to soar to the sky when he died. Such a great resentment would soar to the sky, and the vibration that would arise between heaven and earth would definitely cause the Jade Emperor to withdraw his King of Hell.

The operator responded and floated out of the Luck Management Center again. Within a few minutes, she floated in with the maintenance engineer.

"Hurry up, see what's wrong with this machine!" The King of Hell anxiously kicked the repair engineer in front of the damn computer.

The engineer carefully checked up and down for a long time, and finally pushed his glasses and explained honestly to the King of Hell. "There is no problem with the hardware, if there is any problem, it is on the software."

"I care if you are hardware and software, hurry up and fix it!" The King of Hell hurriedly grabbed the engineer and shook it back and forth.

"But I can't handle software issues."

"Who will deal with it?"

"This...it turns out that its software is written by a guy named Banknote Gate."

"Then where is he now?"

"He was reincarnated more than forty years ago."

"What?! Then what should we do?"

"My Lord Hell, in my opinion, it must be that the anti-resentment system we introduced from Heaven recently had worked, so that person called the management center." The engineer pushed his glasses again and finally gave a suggestion that the King of Hell was more satisfied with, "You can try switching to manual operation. Just find a bullhead and horse face to take charge of his luck, and isn't it enough to turn his luck for the rest of his life?"

"Yeah!" The King of Hell snorted heavily and glanced behind him. As soon as he heard that the King of Hell was about to give the task, the shadows of the little ghosts who had been following the King of Hell who had been watching the fun immediately disappeared. Only the operator lady next to the King of Hell was still standing there at a loss.

The King of Hell's eyes turned around on the operator's lady, and then he said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you."

"Ah, I...yes!" The operator wanted to refuse, but when she saw the King of Hell's face, she swallowed it back.

In this way, after nearly an hour of chaos, the Luck Management Center finally returned to peace.

"Mr. Yang Hua, are you still here?" The sweet voice of the operator's lady came into Yang Hua's ears through the telephone line.

"Uh, it's still there. I'm still there." Yang Hua quickly answered.
Chapter completed!