I, Chen Pingfan, am 32 years old and on my 108th day of unemployment.
Now, a 3-year-old ghost kid is riding on my neck and guiding me to grab takeout red envelopes.
"On the left! The one with 29 off over 30!"
"How do you know?"
"A starving uncle floated over and said it just now."
I clicked and grabbed it.
Xiao Tuantuan whispered in my ear: "Uncle, he said he wants to share half of it, otherwise he will lie on your bedside at night."
You see, this is my new life - splitting the bonus in half with Yin Ling, helping Tang Dynasty scholars revise their resumes, and listening to the overbearing CEO Yin Ling complain that today's business plans look like elementary school students' compositions.
By the way, yesterday the HR of the underworld asked me if I would consider formal establishment in the exam.
Five insurances and one fund, but you have to die first.
I said thank you and I will stay in this world for a while.
