The Yin and Yang Eyes of the Night Watch Convenience Store

Shen Shi never thought that his grandfather would leave him a convenience store. I never thought that no one would come into this store after eleven o'clock in the morning. Before grandma died, he promised grandpa to take over. Half a year after graduating from junior college, he was driven by his parents to the small shop with the sign "Shouye Convenience Store" at the end of Huaian Alley. Grandpa left no inheritance, only three rules - don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't sell what you shouldn't sell, and don't take money you shouldn't receive. On the first night, a white-haired girl with a ponytail ran out from the shrine in the store, bit his wrist and said that he owed her two hundred years of wages. On the second night, my sister from the used bookstore across the street held an umbrella to protect herself from the rain. She took out an old book with a moldy cover from her windbreaker and placed it at the cashier. On the third night, Director Bai of the funeral home drove a guest to the door. The "guest" had been cold for two days. He wants to run. But there is still a balance of 3,000 yuan left on the bank card, and the rent is due next month. He gritted his teeth and stayed. As night after night passed, he learned how to collect money from the underworld, how to bargain with the fox demon, and how to package and sell a haunted house to people who were willing to live in it. The store has been promoted from a run-down tuck shop to a serious convenience store, and then to a brand name that is heard in both the yin and yang circles of Huaian Lane. Until that night when he was wiping the bottom of the cash register, he heard a voice as soft as a sigh coming from under the wooden board - "Shen Shi, don't get promoted again." That was grandpa's voice.