My Morning Market Is Worth a Million

My name is Chen Mo. I used to be a master trader in the financial world, turning anything I touched into gold. Now I’m a street vendor selling soy milk and fried dough sticks at the morning market in the south of the city. No one knows that I hold a bizarre list, one that lays out the city’s greatest secrets of wealth and its darkest human evils. The list updates every morning when the market opens, and the price of each revelation is the vendors’ most ordinary goods: one fried dough stick, two eggs, three jin of greens...

Then one day, a name appeared on the list that I couldn’t ignore: Lin Wan, my ex-girlfriend, who had been missing for three years. After her name was a bounty worth an astronomical sum, and a bright red word: “Death.”

The undercurrents of the city began flowing into my morning market. Old enemies, financial tycoons, and mysterious organizations all appeared, each after a taste of the breakfast that could reveal heaven’s secrets. But you’ve got one thing wrong: this is my turf. My wok can fry up golden, crispy dough sticks, but it can also turn your so-called rules of the game upside down.