A Small Pawn Shop at the End of the Street, Where You Can Refund Ghosts and Gods with One Vote

There is a pawn shop at the end of the old street that collects gold jewelry, watches, and other items. Kangweize, 23 years old, has three certificates of pawn, appraisal and appraisal in hand, and has been repairing old watches in the shop for seven years. Neighbors call him the idle young master, but only he knows that he is the only treasury official of the Kang family's generation - the treasury under the attic holds accounts that have not been touched for two hundred years. Until the people in the city started to lose things - the retired teacher lost his memory, the old silversmith lost his craft, and the mahjong regulars lost their luck. The things were thrown away silently, leaving only the same sentence: they were taken away. The gods were in despair and gave up their power to the human world. Now that the deadline is approaching, some people want to redeem it, some want to borrow it, and some people plan to burn the pawn ticket itself. The gods came to redeem the debt, and it was he who sat behind the counter.