My Tenant Is a Historical Figure

My name is Chen Mo. I am a 24-year-old graduate with a major in tourism management. My main job is "heir to the legacy of an old community" and my side job is a "bad guy" in the live broadcast industry. Until last week, a call came from a person claiming to be the "Time Management Bureau", saying that he would arrange a "tenant" for me. I thought it was a new trick by the agency, but when I opened the door, I saw an old man in commoner clothes carrying a wine gourd. He opened his mouth and shouted: "My dear brother, do you have any good wine?" Later I found out that this was Li Bai. Now, my living room is filled with the fragrance of ink (sprinkled with Li Bai's inscriptions), the balcony is piled with parts (leftovers from Lu Ban's 3D printer), and the refrigerator contains "Song Dynasty Latte" (which Li Qingzhao ordered with instant coffee). Even the community security guard, Brother Zhao, has learned to use military training commands to shout: "His Majesty Qin Shihuang! Don't throw jade seals (made of plasticine) into the fountain pool!" By the way, I will tell everyone the same story: "They are all distant relatives, and have just returned from the mountains/abroad/the crew." As for my missing archaeologist parents, the house full of ancient books, and the "historical tokens" left by the tenants... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now, Li Bai is shouting for wheat in the live PK again, and I have to serve him as a "wine boy" delivering fruit wine. Welcome to my home - a "chaotic live broadcast room" where a big man with more than 2,000 years of history lives. Warm reminder: before coming in, prepare latex paint (for cleaning the walls), a tool box (for repairing damaged appliances), and a strong heart that can withstand the "ancient people's work".