Rongle, an ordinary medical student, died in a car accident while trying to save a child. When he opened his eyes, he became the owner of a shabby bar in the slums of the Star Empire.
Before she could sort out the bad debts left behind by her original body, she was driven to collapse by the noisy voices exploding in her mind——
"This new boss looks so young, I'll hack her payment system tonight!"
"Tsk, this wine is watered down. I won't come next time."
"When will the boss next door come to collect protection money? Let's start a fight!"
Rongle: "..." Am I turning into a humanoid self-propelled complaint receiver?
Once it comes, squeeze it dry. Since then, the interstellar black market has gained a myth.
She can accurately "guess" the needs of each customer and sell low-quality nutritional solutions at sky-high prices; she can "predict" her competitors' trump cards and has no disadvantage at the negotiation table.
She relied on mind-reading to pick up abandoned planets and dug up rare crystal mines; she relied on mind-reading to catch up with military informants, and won a sky-high price order in one fell swoop. The wealthy nobles who looked down on her in the past are now queuing up to beg her for cooperation.
Until one day, a stunning man came to the bar who made her completely "inaudible". The man swayed his wine glass lazily and smiled meaningfully:
"Everyone has been deceived by you, but I am very curious - Boss Rong, are you selling your mind-reading skills?"
Rongle's heart was ringing with alarm, but his face was as bright as a smile: "Sell it, the price is... Everything you have, including you."
