I Restore Artifacts at the Museum

Mo Jinxian was born into a family of feng shui practitioners. Ever since a coffin lid hit him on the head, he's been able to see all sorts of strange things. Beside a purple clay teapot treasured for more than three hundred years, there's always a man picking his toes. He politely asks, "I can't get the tea stains out from under my nails. Could you give me a hand?" A young woman perches on bamboo slips from over two thousand years ago that have been moved to another warehouse. She shyly asks, "That handsome guy who knows everything about men loving men throughout history, which warehouse did they move him to?" Worst of all, ancient jade pieces covered in thick layers of patina always appear with greasy, smelly hair and look at him longingly. "Oh, hero with the third eye, could you polish me a little? My head's itchy!" Mo Jinxian sighs. Wouldn't it be great to sell bagua mirrors at home? Why did he have to get into the museum? Please bookmark my new novel, I'm a Fixer at the Natural Sciences Editorial Department! Here's the blurb: The contract You Lin signed with the Natural Sciences Editorial Department clearly lists his job as editor. In reality, he's a fixer: a refined scholar by day, a vicious mad dog by night. Outside the hospital morgue, a group of resentful ghosts whisper among themselves. "Let's go kill someone together tonight. Don't let that lunatic find out!" The lunatic stands behind them and smiles wickedly. "Were you talking about me?" A vicious ghost rises from a grave and opens its gaping maw, devouring the passersby who come to pay their respects. You Lin taps it with his staff, and the ghost stands on the grave, vomiting uncontrollably. "I won't eat anymore! I won't eat anymore! I'll give it all back, meat and bones!" The editorial department is shrouded in mystery, and all sorts of strange people are always coming and going. Before long, spooky stories about the department start spreading. People claim they've seen someone there in the middle of the night, lighting candles for a ritual, with human intestines hanging over a bronze cauldron and a bloody mess inside. Who knows how many people they've killed and eaten in there? You Lin: I accidentally worked overtime until late. Is it really so outrageous to have hot pot together? Practitioners of an ancient, secret profession have served as the hidden guardians of cities for millennia: wizards, demon hunters, illusionists, mechanical artisans... The fixers at the editorial department each have their own special talents! Theme: Converse with history through restoration, grow through adventure, and find friendship in hardship