On my parents' memorial day, I was laid off. When I was desperate, an inheritance text message popped up on my phone - my grandfather left me a dilapidated office, with the postscript: "Handling weird stories, a daily salary of one million." I sneered on the spot, this scam was too low-level. Until that night, a pale hand crawled out of the phone screen, with its nails pressed against my throat: "Help me, or die." The female ghost burst into tears, saying that her face was changed by AI into a company ghost, and she jumped off the building unjustly. I pushed her away and put on the glasses left by my grandfather - the real video of her death was clearly reflected on them. I dialed the boss's phone number with my backhand: "Your employee was murdered, and I have collected the evidence." Three seconds later, the boss's horrified scream came from the other side of the screen. What's a daily salary of one million? A week later, I raised the prices of all the haunted houses and made the supernatural app top the download list. Don't ask, just ask and take orders online.
