Ji Yi opened a guesthouse originally just to make a modest living, but he didn’t expect there to be so many things he would end up dealing with.
When guests asked in confusion why the coffee table could move on its own, he calmly replied without even blinking, “It’s our shop’s newly purchased smart coffee table.”
When he was faced with a pitiful old ghost who had been cut off from ancestral offerings, he proposed a condition: “How about working for me? I’ll pay you wages on Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival.”
When a bug-demon woman came to apply for a job, he patiently reasoned with her: “We practice gender equality here. You really can’t just go around killing men casually.”
When a cat demon wanted to lie around comfortably while still making money, he stopped at just the right point: “Working at a cat café might get your bell removed, you know.”
By day, he served customers and tried to expand and grow his business. By night, he trained employees and diligently studied to improve himself.
He even bought a projector to teach the little demons about human society’s rules, and wielded a peach-wood branch to push the local ghosts toward progress.
He worked himself to the point of nearly vomiting blood from exhaustion.
Years later, many demons who successfully established themselves in human society would say emotionally, “My cat life story began in a well-known guesthouse…”
Countless ghosts, recognized by the underworld as poverty-alleviation representatives, would tearfully declare, “This honor doesn’t belong to me. First, I want to thank my boss…”
A microphone was handed to Ji Yi: “Do you have anything to say?”
Ji Yi replied with a profound expression: “Everything in life is fate; not a single bit is under one’s control.”
