You Hired Me as a Doorman, So Why Are All the Female Residents in Tears?

Good news: I transmigrated into a luxury apartment building full of beautiful women.

Bad news: I became a seventy-three-year-old gatekeeper who reeked of medicated oil.

Even worse news: Unless I put these arrogant women in their place, this body would be buried on the spot.

And so Rose Garden welcomed the toughest security guard in its history.

Scene One: A gold-digger brings a fake rich kid to the gate and puts on a big show.

The old man pulls out a sack of cash and slaps it right in her face.

Result: The gold-digger's persona crumbles, and she falls to her knees in tears.

The glamorous women in the building: "Could this old man be some billionaire in disguise, slumming it for a visit?!"

Scene Two: A risqué livestreamer gives him a hard time on camera and demands that he move some heavy objects.

The old man carries them without breaking a sweat, then casually reveals the password to the ledger showing her evasion of over eight million in taxes.

Result: Police cars howl past, and the streamer gets an instant ticket to the sobering-up cell.

The icy female CEO: "Quick! Find out who he really is!" (sweating profusely)

Seriously, you're an old man earning just three thousand a month. How are you this badass?!