Chat Group of Immortals

Wang Dawei returned to his hometown in disgrace and became a security guard. One day, for no apparent reason, he became a member of a chat group for immortals. He snagged a virility pill. Well, I don’t need it, but I can use it to prank people. A beauty pill? Isn’t that the treasure Chang’e wanted? What do you mean all I do is grab red envelopes and shoot the breeze? I do business too, you know. Sun Wukong: Brother, you’d better keep an eye on the development of my Flower-Fruit Mountain. Queen Mother of the West: Immortal, have you finished making the peach pastries? Chang’e: Immortal, what happened to the packaging you promised me? … Sure, sure. Wang Dawei sat in his chair, eating watermelon, counting his earnings, and grinning as he replied to them one by one.