My name is Chen Ye, and I am a street vendor.
My monthly salary is two thousand, my savings is double digits, and my landlord makes eight calls a day to press for rent.
As a result, the "King of Street Stalls" system was bound to let me promote traditional culture.
——You want a street vendor to promote culture?
Until I cured a stray dog's lameness with a disposable bamboo stick.
I carved a talisman with a stone picked up by the roadside to calculate the due date of the aunt's female cat next door.
In the antique market, I saw all the "national treasures" in the room as rubbish.
The whole Internet was looking for me, the authorities were looking for me, and a team of experts squatted in front of my booth and queued up to register.
I just wanted to quietly set up a street stall, but the urban management police chased me for ten streets—
It's not to catch me, but to ask me to tell him a fortune.
"Master Chen, when can I be single?"
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