I Work as a After-Sales Service in the Underworld

On my first day at Difu After-Sales Service, I understood: The ghosts here are difficult to serve, the gods love to paint cakes, and the leaders are all blame-shifters. The soul is crooked and wants to make trouble, the resentment explodes and wants compensation, and a bunch of ghosts and evil spirits all regard themselves as the boss. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just a very good craftsman, very bad-mouthed, and the most annoying person. Ghost pretentious? If you don't repair it, you can look for whoever you like. This after-sales service will not serve giant babies. An unexpected reminder? Standing in line and paying extra are not worth a second look from me. The king of hell draws cakes? Less CPU, overtime pay, year-end bonus, and paid leave, if anything less I will resign immediately. The more anxious you are, the slower I will be; the more begging you are, the more frustrated I will be; the angrier you are, the happier I will laugh. There is only one service tenet: don't coax, don't persuade, don't apologize, I'll make you cry and I'll fix it for you. Later, the whole underworld knew that whoever you provoke should not be provoked by those crazy people in the sales department. Otherwise, I can fix your things and at the same time, I will scold you for three days and three nights, making you never want to see me again in your next life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.