749 Temporary Workers? so Poor That Even Ghosts Are Afraid of Me

With 23 yuan in his pocket and a shortfall of 2,800 on the car loan, the female ghost in the back seat turned her neck 180 degrees and handed over the banknotes of Tiandi Bank: "Master, go to the river." A thunderbolt struck her Tianling Gai: "I don't care if people cheat me, but ghosts will come too? I am so poor that I have to sell my blood, and you still want to have sex for nothing?" Bureau 749 came to pay a fine of 100,000 yuan. He counted it three times on his fingers and signed a temporary job - the basic salary was 3,500, and he could kill ghosts to pay the fine. One task was worth three months of the director's salary, and the hourly wage was higher than the director. Since then, Jiangcheng has had the most outrageous temporary job: compressing biscuits in Shunju, charging up annual passes at the front door, and using lightning to heat tea eggs to save six yuan on electricity bills. Gui saw that he took a detour, his colleagues thought he was picky, and the orange cat with egg yolk rubbed against him every day to beg for food. System: "Merit +50, unlock Thunder Step." Him: "Enough to buy a few packs of cigarettes?" Until that day, the heart of thunder in his chest suddenly beat wildly out of control. He looked up and saw a woman in black trench coat holding half of a thunder-marked talisman under the sycamore tree across the road, looking at him coldly. Three hours ago, he had just bought a three-dollar evil charm from her—for the cat.