I, Lin Mo, just want to be a salted fish, get off work on time, and lie down until I grow old.
But the world just doesn't let me do what I want.
My yawn can make the enemy's conspiracy go bankrupt; going out to buy a bottle of soy sauce can make Qianyi Group's stock price collapse. The whole world thinks that I am the god behind the scenes who organizes the world.
As a result, President Bingshan, Peerless Dragon Commander, Tianji Goddess... These proud women all went crazy, crazyly trying to figure out the "divine will" behind every unintentional move I made, and became my most fervent believers.
Looking at this group of tool people who take the initiative to "control the world" for me, I just want to say: "You are almost done! I really just want to be a waste!"
