I Asked You to Be a Security Guard, and You Sent All the Owners In

Xu Yan found a fairy job, working night shift as a security guard in the high-end Shengshi Huating community. I thought I would be able to live a life of soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup without having to go through forty years of detours. However, on my first day at work, I suddenly heard a ding in my forehead, awakening the [community melon-eating radar system]. As long as you see the owners, you can see the huge melon above their heads! [Gossip 1: The kind Aunt Zhang who always smiles at everyone in Building 3 502 is actually a fraudster who has been on the run for fifteen years and has a walking fortune of half a million! [Gossip 2: The dusty and broken bread truck in the corner of the underground garage has a modified chassis and thirty kilograms of smuggled gold stuffed inside! [Gossip 3: The wealthy businessman who lives on the top floor of Building 8, Amitabha Buddha, is actually a serial killer, and someone was just buried in the backyard! Xu Yan squirted out a mouthful of tea, and the walkie-talkie in his hand was trembling: Where the hell is this a high-end community? This is Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, right? ! For a meager salary (a huge reward), Xu Yan silently dialed 110. At first, policewoman Lin Chuchu thought he was lying about the military situation, but when he went to the police, the whole network was shocked. The criminal police captain regarded him as the ancestor of the police department. The criminals never knew how they were exposed until they died. Three months later. Most of the owners of the luxury community, which was originally full, had entered. The developer boss was about to burst into tears. He grabbed Xu Yan's hand and wailed: "Ancestor! I spent 8,000 yuan to ask you to keep this place safe. I didn't ask you to send all my owners in to use sewing machines! The community is almost empty!" Xu Yan spread his hands helplessly: "Boss, don't worry, the banners given by the police station are all over your office, and... You also have a melon on your head. Do you want me to read it to you?"