A Monthly Salary of Three Thousand, Yet Global Bigwigs Beg Me to Come Out of Hiding

Lin Xian has always believed he's just a low-level security guard earning three thousand yuan a month.

His biggest daily worry is the five-hundred-yuan rent for his room in the urban village.

Then one day, he realizes that the world around him is getting stranger and stranger.

The chubby man downstairs who sells noodles and always gives him an extra fried egg turns out to be the richest man on Blue Star, with a monopoly over the global economy.

The white-haired old man in his neighborhood who pesters him to play chess every day and refuses to accept his losses is actually Blue Star's number-one martial arts grandmaster.

Even the female tenant who keeps using meals as an excuse to spend time with him and blushes whenever she's around him is the eldest daughter of the top aristocratic family in the capital.

Most unbelievable of all, whenever he accidentally offends some arrogant rich kid or underworld boss,

he doesn't have to lift a finger. The next day, they show up at his door, bruised and battered, kneeling and begging for forgiveness.

Lin Xian stares in bewilderment. "Wait, I'm just an ordinary security guard. Have you got the wrong person?"

At his words, global corporate magnates, martial arts sovereigns, and the king of darknet assassins all drop to their knees, sweating with fear.

The big shots kowtow frantically. "Young Master, please don't joke around!"

"The old palace master gave us strict orders. You're undergoing trials in the mortal world. If you suffer even the slightest grievance, everyone on Earth will be buried with us!"