After five years in Beijing, I became what everyone called a “three-nothing” young man: no money, no home, no girlfriend.
The day I was laid off, my girlfriend sent me a breakup message, too.
I, Wang Che, decided to stop competing and just coast!
A job ad offering “30,000 a month, meals and lodging included, night-shift security guard” became my last plan for “early retirement.” The workplace? Xingfuli Residential Compound. A haunted house? Great! Peace and quiet, nobody to bother me, and plenty of time to slack off.
From now on, I'm the compound's security guard, devoted to the residents' mistresses.
I'd retire early and enjoy the peak of life.
I wheeled in my suitcase, humming a tune as I started the job. My life plan was simple: sleep during the day, patrol and play games at night, work for a year, then take home 360,000 yuan and buy a house and a wife in my hometown.
That is, until my first night on the job, when my immediate supervisor, the security team captain Old Zhang, suffered a heart attack and died right in front of me.
Then he climbed back up off the ground. As he stuffed the parts that had fallen out of the hole in his chest back inside, he grinned at me and said, “Welcome aboard, rookie. Now, if you want to live, take the Work Log from me...”
What the hell? I was promised an easy retirement. How did this turn into a battle royale?!
Quit? Not a chance. This contract says resignation is invalid.
Call the police? They'll just send me for a psychiatric evaluation.
No choice. For the sake of my grand slacking-off plan, I guess I'll have to... take control of all these ghosts first.
The writing is so messy.