My Monkey-Hair Great God and Me

At thirty, I lost my iron rice bowl after beating up my boss. Looking back, my life had been muddled and monotonous, leaving me nearly numb.

Then, by sheer chance, my own father and childhood buddy teamed up to stab me in the back and dump a nearly abandoned zoo in my lap. There, I encountered a monkey hair that could talk?

My ancestor?

Journey to the West?

That monkey who shouted about being the Great Sage?

I have no idea what will happen next, but I have a vague feeling that my life has taken a different turn from this point on...

(PS: This is really just a funny, lighthearted story!)