None of My Livestream Viewers Are Human

After graduating from college, Ruan Yan interviewed for a job as a livestream sales host at an online shop, hoping to quickly get proof of her internship. She didn't expect the shop to have only one employee: the owner. And what they sold on livestream was paper offerings and talismans. Ruan Yan hesitated for a moment, then accepted the job. Selling was selling, after all, and paper offerings seemed like a good choice. There'd be no after-sales problems. Only later did she discover that the job involved more than livestreaming. She also had to handle shipping and receiving with the owner.

Ruan Yan: How are we supposed to ship the paper offerings we sell?

Zhong Zhijun: Just burn them.

Ruan Yan: ?

The job was easy, the owner was pleasant, and the viewers were easygoing. She earned over ten thousand a month with ease, and her social insurance and housing fund contributions were all paid at the highest rate. Ruan Yan figured she could work there forever, as long as the owner didn't go bankrupt.

But before long, some strange negative reviews began appearing in the shop's back end.

Negative review 1: [What did you burn for me? A drawing tablet? I already died suddenly, and now you want me to keep rushing deadlines? One star, one star!]

Negative review 2: [I told you to burn it for Mr. Wang at Building 303, XX Alley, X Lane. Why did you send it to the wrong person? I have a blind date tomorrow and need to wear this outfit. You're messing up my plans!]

Negative review 3: [My Hatsune X came with the colors all wrong. I demand a replacement!]

Only later did Ruan Yan discover that none of the viewers in their livestream room were human.

Theme: Superstition is no good. Let the Party's light guide our way!