Also Known as #Even Ghosts Fear My Poverty# Zhuang Jiu, in a state of utter destitution, lands a new job. A real estate conglomerate’s representative sternly tells him: “Mr. Zhuang, your job is to live in a haunted house and broadcast your daily life—food, lodging, and all activities must be under the camera’s scrutiny, with little to no outside contact. This is a high-risk position with a monthly salary of 100,000. If you last three months, are you sure you want to accept?” Zhuang Jiu looks surprised and blurts out, “You’re giving me free room and board... and paying me? How can something this good exist?” Representative: ??? --- Not long after moving into the haunted house, Zhuang Jiu realizes a pair of fox ears has inexplicably grown on his head, along with a large, fiery-red tail. Trembling, he calls home: “Dad, I think I’m experiencing some kind of genetic throwback... Do we have any supernatural ancestry?” Father Zhuang: Nope, but we do have the bloodline of the God of Poverty, complete with an innate poor-as-hell buff. Zhuang Jiu: ??? --- At the toll of ten o’clock, the ghostly master of the house appears as usual, day after day, year after year—except this time, he immediately senses something off. On the living room sofa, a human boy is struggling to comb the tangled fur of his fluffy tail. In his fervent brushing, the boy loses balance and plummets headfirst to the floor. Dazed from the fall, Zhuang Jiu looks up into the ghost’s pale, gloomy face and eerie violet eyes. “...” After a pause, he tentatively asks, “Big Bro Ghost... mind giving me a hand?”