I am Gonggong. Can't hit the Zhoushan one. After squatting on the moon for six hundred years, I finally hitched a ride back to Earth - the first thing I did was not to save the world, but to fill out the minimum living security form. Now I work in an office at China Merchants Group, with a monthly salary of over 3,000 yuan, and my food partner is an old man carrying an enamel cup. Life was going okay.
I originally wanted to just hang out like this. But it seems that the old accounts from six thousand years ago are not going to let me go. No one who is supposed to come can escape - but they have to wait until I finish filling out the monthly report first.
