[Imagination + City + Fandom + Brainless Coolness + Waste + Counterattack]
I am an ordinary insurance salesman.
I worked diligently every day to persuade others to buy insurance, but I died unexpectedly and could not get a penny in compensation.
Naihe, by the bridge, I met a soul ferryman who called himself Zhao Li, and slapped me back to my physical body.
He asked me to do something for him - to sell insurance to ghosts.
I was puzzled, but I accepted it happily.
After all, there is no shame in making money.
But I am really having trouble paying the claims.
Do you want me to burn through hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions?
