I'm a Security Guard, and I Discovered That All the Residents Are Retired Immortals

Thirty thousand a month, five types of social insurance and a housing fund, with meals and lodging included. All I had to do was sit in the security booth at work. My name is Jiang Fan. My last job worked me so hard I was peeing blood, so I thought I'd finally found a dream job this time. That is, until a runaway dump truck roared toward the neighborhood gate. I watched as Grandpa Wang from Building 1, out for his morning exercise, raised a hand and casually pushed it back with one palm. There was a muffled "boom." It wasn't the sound of a collision. The dump truck, weighing over ten tons, lifted all four wheels off the ground as if gripped by an invisible hand, spun around 180 degrees, and came to a steady stop back at the hor