I, the Purveyor of Myths

I was in the magical city and had just been laid off. I went back to my hometown in despair and inherited a run-down shop. As a result, I found that the things sold in this store... Seemed a little wrong? The "calming sachet" that I made at random helped the programmer say goodbye to his hairline anxiety. The "Portrait of the God of Wealth" sold to a foreigner made him win the lottery when he returned to China, and he cried and shouted on the YouTube channel that he had seen "Oriental witchcraft". Later, a Hollywood production crew came to the door with a lot of money and begged me to be a "Guan Erye" and go to town... I understand. Co-authored by me This is not a folk arts and crafts shop, but a mythology supplier? ! Wait, that blond guy, put down that "Book of Mountains and Seas", that's not a menu! Also, Pixiu really cannot be sold by the pound!