Paper Yan Chunqiu

Chen Yan, 23 years old, works as a laborer in an advertising company, with a monthly salary of 4,500. My only specialty is the paper-making skills taught by my grandfather. My only worry is that the landlord is demanding rent again. Until late that night, the cat he had tied with bamboo strips and tissue paper opened its eyes on the table. In this world that has been hidden in the shadows of the city for two thousand years, some people tie paper to make soldiers, some cut paper to make boundaries, and some use paper figures to replace their lives. They call themselves "different craftsmen". Chen Yan didn't know this. He only knows one thing: this new job does not have five insurances and one housing fund, but it is much more interesting than the advertising agency. Of course, it's also more deadly.