I Joined the Distillery to Make Money

This novel will switch to a paid model on November 5, 2021, starting from Chapter 25. If you've been waiting for chapters to pile up, you can start reading ahead today! Also, I'm taking today off. Tomorrow, all three chapters will be posted at once! Thank you for your support! The liquor distillery's first law: Among a pack of huskies, there's always just one wolf working diligently. Before Old Gin died, that was him. After Old Gin died... there was no one left at the distillery who could get any work done. After all, who else would be tempted by the million-a-year salary the Boss offered? Old Gin (with a cigarette in his mouth): Who would've thought I joined the distillery just to make money? ...So where's my money? One shot, one kill. He died at the hands of his archenemy, quick and clean, without a moment of needless suffering. When he woke from a dream, he had become the manager of a time-and-space hotel, whose tenants included all kinds of high-quality humans. The world's number-one phantom thief, the walking Grim Reaper of Beika Town, a cotton-candy spirit from the underworld with a web of karmic ties wrapped around him... Old Gin let out a slow sigh. "What a bunch of brilliant minds." Fortunately, the System had a conscience. The contract was packed with clauses written in the most alluring language, and all the benefits together could circle the globe three times over. But there was only one thing he cared about: "Manager... do I get paid?" "...Yes, and we'll even assign you a partner, dear!" He'd joined the distillery to make money. Now that the distillery was gone, he would just find somewhere else to make money. Preface: Top, CP: Gin and Toru. There may be a bit of a Gin, Shu, and Toru love triangle. The whole novel is a silly, light comedy. If that's not your thing, please don't read. It's all just for fun. [Next Novel] I Have a Bestiary of Spirits Yun Su had a book he'd bought for the extravagant sum of six yuan and fifty cents. It could collect the remains of dead spirits, let him enter their memories of the past, and record their entire lives. Once the record was complete, the spirit could be reincarnated as a human. A page detailing the spirit would appear in the book, and its owner could make any wish he wanted to the book and receive a gift in return. Three benefits in one. However you looked at it, it was a win. Yun Su prided himself on being unfeeling and cold-blooded. He could rationally view every spirit's experiences and record them in impartial language. He had undergone rigorous training and generally wouldn't interfere in events that had already happened. Unless he couldn't help himself. A young nobleman who loved flowers all his life died of illness among the blossoms. The peony spirit who had promised to drink with him arrived a hundred years too late. After drinking half a pot alone, she quietly withered, her petals falling before the young nobleman's grave. Yun Su: Young sir, tell me, did you drop this pot of osmanthus wine, this jar of apricot blossom wine, or this vat of fiery liquor? Young nobleman, who had just bought flower seedlings: ? Flower spirit, who had just gained sentience: ? The world's last merfolk sang the song her friend had written for her, all alone. She was shot dead on the day they had agreed to meet. Her friend rode three thousand miles, gravely wounded, but never made it into the forest. In the end, he died to the sound of her lilting song. Yun Su first pulled the arrow from her friend, then stopped the bleeding, bandaged the wound, and finally shouted into the depths of the forest: Stop singing! Keep it up and you'll both be dead! Merfolk whose song had been interrupted: ? Friend, who had been forced to the ground and treated for his injuries: ? The nine-tailed white fox, who had lived for more than ten thousand years, was still searching for a way to be resurrected when it died. Its old friend lay silently at the bottom of the lake for ten thousand years, while the sword in his arms pierced his heart for just as long. Yun Su: Better to grieve after death than to start over. Today, I'm your love-life security guard! Someone, a private table at West Lake for two! With that, he kicked the white fox's remnant soul into the lake in its memories, where it splashed about and caught the hand that had reached out to it ten thousand years ago. When the Dragon Lady died, heaven and earth wept. But what haunted her wasn't her own death, but a thing in the past: a child she hadn't been able to save. Yun Su: Dragons can't be brought back to life, but I'm a magic lamp. You can make one wish. Dragon Lady: ...I want to give him a beautiful dream, where he has a happy family and a peaceful, joyful life. Yun Su: All right. I'm Yun Duoyu, and I'm investing in this project. Notebook: Is this what you call rigorous training? Yun Su: ... Preface: Top. Yun Su x Xun Ye. Not horror. I want to write a strange tale of the supernatural with a fantastical, vivid style, in four arcs. Theme: See life clearly and love it anyway. Have courage, and hold on to it.