I am an unlucky djinn who was shaken out of the ancient magic lamp. After sleeping for thousands of years, as soon as I opened my eyes, I was bound to the "host" of the new century and started my working career. My job is simple: grant any wish of my host. My price is also simple: the most important thing from the wish-maker. Want to get rich overnight? Okay, I'll give you ten years of life in exchange. Want your ex back? No problem, use your family's luck as collateral. Want to be at the top? It's a small thing, but the price is that you will lose your joy, anger, sorrow and joy from now on. I am walking equivalent exchange, a cosmic-level human tragedy-making machine, and KPIs are always exceeded. ♀️ The hosts that have passed through my hands, from the Wolf of Wall Street to the three-time best actor, from the genius scientist to the Taoist boss, all of them cried and begged me to take back their wishes in the end. Me: Sorry dear, once sold, it cannot be returned or exchanged. I thought that this part-time working career would end smoothly with the cries of ghosts and wolves howling among the hosts, until I met my Nth host - a social beast who was so salty that he was outrageous. Everyone else wants to live forever and be as rich as anyone else. He pondered for a long time about my magic lamp that can stir up troubles, and made his first wish: "That... Lamp, can you help me draw a PPT? It is due tomorrow, and I really don't want to move." Me: "???" His second wish: "Can you pick up a courier for me on the weekend? It's so troublesome to go downstairs." Me: "..." His third wish: "Please ask the boss for a day off for me, just say I'm going to die." Me: I'm almost mad at you! You should make a serious wish! The salted fish host holds his hands,
