I'm Zhang Yuan, 23 years old, a graduate of a second-tier college. My current life status: so broke even ghosts are scared of me.
I'm 12,000 yuan behind on rent, 4,800 yuan overdue on Huabei, and I eat instant noodles just once a day, the packet kind, because cup noodles cost an extra 1.5 yuan.
Just as I was about to sell myself by the pound, I finally got an interview notice.
The next day, I put on my only white shirt, spent two hours packed onto a bus, and arrived at 888 Xingfu Road.
The elevator took me to the eighth floor. Door 806 on the left was closed, and door 809 on the right was open.
I walked into 809.
And then my whole worldview shattered
The interviewer asked me, “Are you afraid of ghosts?”
I thought, What kind of stupid question is that? and answered offhandedly, “Afraid of ghosts? I’m so broke even ghosts have to go around me!”
The interviewer’s eyes lit up.
I was hired on the spot, with an annual salary of a million yuan.
Only later did I find out that 809 wasn’t a place for the living at all
All my coworkers were ghosts, still working decades after their deaths; all our clients were spirits, lining up to be reborn; and my boss was a scheming old monster who’d lived for centuries and looked at me like a juicy piece of meat.
And me, a broke loser who couldn’t even pay rent, was supposed to work as a procurement officer for the underworld?
Fine.
Being alive is suffering, and being dead is suffering too. I might as well make a hundred million first.
I just never expected that, as I kept at this job, I’d become the toughest person in both the worlds of the living and the dead
Ghosts call me “bro,” people call me “sir,” and even the King of Hell has to offer me a cigarette.
