You Pay Me 2,800 a Month, and Expect Me to Save the World?

[How could there be such a clear plot? I'll just write whatever line I dream up.]

Chen Wen just wants to blow up the world. Unfortunately, his left brain and right brain keep fighting, and he ends up doing things like saving people.

"Hello? Lao Gan? I'm busy right now."

The young auxiliary police officer's voice was clear, with a faintly dreamy quality.

But before he could finish, a brassy voice blared through the phone receiver like a rusty village loudspeaker, crackling wildly and impossible to escape.

"Busy my ass! That cat at the Wang family's gone missing three times this month, and your duty log says you've gone looking for it eight times! You think I don't know what you're up to? Get back here right now!"

There goes his attempt to slack off at work. Save the world? He'd better save his coworkers first.

Wait, you'll do it even without extra pay?

Heh. You wouldn't understand.

Because your old pal is kind.

[An urban supernatural thriller with a screwball premise: behold what a 2,800-yuan salary can produce. (Champion of Left-Brain-Right-Brain Cage Matches) + (Neurotic, Sharp-Tongued, and Dependable Guy) + (The Most Clear-Eyed Ghost in the World)]

P.S. I can't think of anything else. I'll make it up as I go. (Your Majesties, please allow your humble servant a moment to ponder.)