Lend Me Three Thousand City Inspectors

As an unemployed young guy, not being able to find a job was already miserable enough. Even worse, after begging my dad, my mom, my grandma, and every relative and friend we could think of, I finally found a job, and it was as a city enforcement officer.

And I was the unemployed young guy about to join an occupation everyone despised and cursed.

Are you kidding me, a city enforcement officer? Just hearing the title makes my whole world go dark, okay? Back in the day, I was the one who cursed the loudest in every online post about them. I could insult every single one of their ancestors for eighteen generations, and never repeat myself. Dad, Mom, aren't you forcing your son to be unfilial?

As a dutiful son, I was determined to stand my ground and not be corrupted. But Mom didn't understand how devoted I was. She grabbed my ear and yelled, "You ungrateful brat! Do you know how much effort I went to, asking your uncle to find you a decent job? So what if it's city enforcement? It's still a government job! Get over there and report for duty right now! Otherwise, don't come home!" Then she kicked me right out the door.

And so the bottom began his career as a city enforcement officer... Then he met the top, a street vendor, and they began their wonderful life of loving and fighting each other! (?! )