Thank you for the invitation. In Wuhan, as soon as I climbed out of the river, I became the only human customer service in the world, specializing in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction after becoming a spirit in the city.
My name is Bai Heng, a person with amnesia. After enduring the nagging in my ears for a week, I couldn't help but reply.
Then I was picked out by the consciousness of Wuhan. He held my hand excitedly: "You are the only one who can respond to us in all these years."
Bai Heng: Excuse me? I'm just an ordinary citizen who wants to get his memory back!
However, looking at the consciousnesses jumping up and down, making a mess. It seems like I really can't stand by and watch.
Now, my daily job is to jump repeatedly between humans and these living fossils with a small notebook. Here, you appease the angry thousand-year-old capital, and there, you fool the shrewd human executives. Obviously I just want world peace and rediscover the past, but why do I always feel like... I am the unjust middleman who has been trapped?
Wait, my ability to settle things by signing a contract seems to come from something wrong.
Purpose: Those who find the path for all living beings will eventually become the path itself.