Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Dongbang.
He is a miserable stand-up comedian in Beijing. I am writing these words in a clean and tidy apartment, accompanied by a male pervert. The drunkard Sanxian next to me told me that he has not drank with Huang Jiaxianer behind me for a week and asked me to make some money quickly. He then asked me to make some money quickly, and then he asked me to bring in my grandmother who has been dead for decades. The only human voice I can hear now is the barking of a collection dog. Master, don't you say I have no life in doing this? Then what is the white air that I can release from my hands now?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
