The Security Guard Is up to No Good

Deng Yuqi, a night shift security guard at the Old Town Market, is 30 years old, has a round face and black-rimmed glasses, and earns a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan. Eight words of life credo: I can lie down but not sit, I can sit but not stand. Until one day when he was walking along the vegetables dropped by a vendor, a voice suddenly sounded in his head - "The market fireworks system has been bound. Novice task: return the vegetables and apologize, and reward half a catty of free-range eggs." There is no force, no punishment, whether you do it or not depends on your mood. He helped Grandma Zhang collect the vegetables and picked up the beans for Uncle Li. The rewards ranged from cash to recipes, and they were all down-to-earth things. There is an induction cooker secretly hidden in the security booth. At twelve o'clock in the morning, the aroma of stewed meat wafted from the empty vegetable market. He exchanged his recipes for free late-night snacks for life, used sauce noodles to attract the director to recruit him, and used hot pot to amass a group of unrelated meal partners. Life was supposed to go on like this. Until someone online took a video of him cooking, and reporters blocked the door; the leader's brother-in-law was hired as a coordinator; the old vegetable market was about to be demolished to build a supermarket, and the old people pushing carts selling vegetables didn't know where to go. Deng Yuqi slumped into the old wicker chair covered with tape and made her third cup of tea. Some things can be dealt with. Some things just don't seem possible. —— Market Pyrotechnic System·User Agreement No compulsion. No punishment. No special abilities. The rewards are all ingredients and cash recipes. The only obligation: eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are sleepy. View full text Accept this salted fish agreement.