Why Are You Still Delivering Food After Wearing It?

My name is Ding Peipei, 23 years old, a delivery boy. On the way to deliver the meal, he was hit by a plaque indicating the demolition of a temple. Woke up and found: Damn, I'm wearing it. What to wear? He's also a food delivery guy. But this time it was vegetarian food. Escaped. But the monk in the temple said: Do you want to return to secular life? OK, pay liquidated damages. How many? I don't know, just work first, and you'll know as you work. What to do? Soliciting customers. What are you soliciting? Invite people to eat fast. The monthly card is ten taels, and the annual card is one hundred taels. If you win, you will get a commission, but if you fail, you will run away. The system is two women: Du Shiniang is in charge of catering, is stingy and shrewd, and urges KPIs every day; The little Cui Guan is carrying the dishes, he is confused and quick to talk, and he is always making trouble. The system carrier is a walkie-talkie—— The traveler who originally sold walkie-talkies ran away, and the two left behind formed a "system". Can make calls, can cross-channel, and occasionally overhear the channel next door: There are those who sell glass, there are those who were arrested and became state ministers, and there are those who exchanged stainless steel basins for mobile phones. As for the first one in the temple, the Eighteen Bronze Figures, even the big brother who loves taking selfies Wait, they are all people who don't have money to wear good clothes and stay in the temple to "save resources". Don't cultivate immortality, don't go against heaven, don't pretend to be a slap in the face. There is only one coward, holding a broken walkie-talkie, in this temple—— Pull people's heads, extract members, and save liquidated damages. As for the beauty of the country, the rise and fall of martial arts, and the level of immortality? Just one sentence: I'm just a food delivery guy, it's none of my business.