The Three Old and Small Apartments Are All Occupied by Sweepers.

When Chen Mu rented this shabby apartment, he only wanted one thing - cheap. He didn't know that Boss Zhao, who was playing spoons next door, was so fast that he could fry afterimages in the pot; the old man playing chess downstairs was so fast that he could set back time by half a second; even Uncle Wang, who was chatting with him while carrying cabbage, slapped him on the shoulder, and his three-year-old frozen shoulder was relieved. What's more, I don't know that the reason why the rent in this building is so low is that it carries a debt that has not been repaid for thirty years and guards an iron door that no one dares to open. Late one night, he saw all the neighbors in the building meditating in front of a stick of incense. In desperation, he casually said: "Uncle, are you waiting for the prophesied Nascent Soul Daozi? Count me in?" The whole house was in an uproar. From that day on, an ordinary migrant worker who just wanted to get off work on time and renew his Internet subscription on time was mistakenly regarded by the "hidden" neighbors in the whole building as the legendary person who was going to take over the debt, take over the situation, and take over the life. The creditor is coming. Before the creditor comes, let's first make the neighbors in this building understand. A building, a group of sweeping monks, and a "destined man" who just wants to fish quietly every day.