With a Monthly Salary of 3,000, the World's Big Bosses Begged Me to Come Out.

Lin Xian has always believed that he is just a low-level security guard with a monthly salary of 3,000. The biggest worry every day is the five hundred yuan rent in the urban village. Until one day, he found that the world around him was getting more and more wrong. The fat uncle who sells noodles downstairs and gives him extra fried eggs every day is actually the richest man who monopolizes the global economy. The white-haired old man in the community who pestered him to play chess every day and always defaulted on his debts when he lost turned out to be the number one martial arts master in Blue Star. Even the female tenant who excuses herself every day and is easily shy in front of him is the eldest daughter of the most wealthy family in the capital. The most outrageous thing is that every time he accidentally offends some arrogant rich second generation or underground boss. There was no need for him to take action at all. The next day these people would be kneeling in front of his house with bruises and bruises, crying and begging for mercy. Lin Xian was confused: "No, I'm just an ordinary security guard. Did you get the wrong person?" Hearing this, the global chaebol tycoon, martial arts supreme, and darknet killer king all fell to their knees and broke out in cold sweat. The big guys kowtowed wildly: "Young master, please stop joking!" "The old palace master has issued a death order. You are training in the world of mortals. If you suffer any injustice, all of us on the earth will be buried with you!"