I Sell Demon Power in a Convenience Store

I, Bai Ye, am a night shift clerk at a 24-hour convenience store. I keep encountering strange things recently. At three o'clock in the morning, the cat in a suit and tie insists on buying a salmon bento. The uncle wearing sunglasses handed over the blood-stained banknotes and said that he wanted to settle the account from three hundred years ago. The most outrageous thing is that the "pulsing" on the shelves will turn into "demon pulsating" on its own, and customers who drink it will have tails the next day. Until that day, a white fox that could speak human language crawled out from under the cashier. "Stop selling drinks," it said, handing me a black license. "From today on, this store will bear the name of Yaodu Human Resources Bureau." "And you are the only middleman who can sign demon labor contracts in the human world." Now, my client list is a bit complicated: the nine-tailed fox who wants to start a live broadcast, and the Dragon King who always comes to buy oden - he is competing for the city's rainfall regulator. And my former boss, the old man who always dozed off, put up a new sign in the office: Director of the Demon City Office in the Human World. "Work hard," he said with narrowed eyes, "When the demon capital expands its recruitment, I will leave a staff for you." The problem is - yesterday, the car of the Human World's "Abnormal Phenomenon Investigation Bureau" parked in front of the convenience store. Their chief seems to be my ex-girlfriend who we broke up with three years ago.