The owners of Jiayuan Community all called the new maintenance worker Lin Mo a psycho.
He stares at people's entrances and balconies every day and wanders around, mumbling.
He stopped the female CEO of Bingshan who had just moved in: "The string of wind chimes in your living room is a sinister thing, and it won't make you happy tonight." - He was called a liar and called the police.
He pointed to the mirror in Mr. Zhang's house on the third floor: "This mirror is evil. Within one stick of incense, your son will fall down the stairs." - He was chased and scolded for half a street.
He knocked on Sister Wang's door: "Sister, if you keep this pot of green radish for three more days, your son will definitely win the first prize in the future." - Sister Wang slapped him out and said, "Get out! My son is only in the second grade of junior high school!"
Three days later.
The female CEO knelt at the door of his house, her face pale: "Master, save me..."
Mr. Zhang's son was lying in the hospital with a plaster all over his body. Mr. Zhang was holding a red envelope and standing in the property: "Master Lin, I was wrong..."
Sister Wang was carrying a basket of free-range eggs with a smile on her face: "Xiao Lin, your aunt will introduce you to someone!"
A week later, hundreds of billionaires were queuing up in front of the property, holding tens of millions of checks in their hands: "Master Lin, could you please take a look at my house?"
A month later, the black motorcade stopped at the entrance of the community. The white-haired old man held his hand and said in a trembling voice:
"Xiao Lin... This time it's not about the house, it's about the fate of the country."
Everyone looked up and saw the young man who wore blue overalls every day, holding a maintenance wrench. He looked up at the sky and said calmly:
"Wait a moment, I'll clear the sewer at Aunt Li's house first."
