Lin Wan, an overworked office drone who died from exhaustion, never imagined she would be reborn as the vicious fake heiress in a story about a real and fake heiress.
The moment the sweet-talking real heiress returned, she tried to kick Lin Wan out. Lin Wan simply agreed: “Stop crying, all of you. I’m leaving.”
The day she was banished to a derelict supermarket, a magical door opened before her.
Expired cilantro could be traded for priceless treasures from the cultivation world, while five-mao spicy strips sent interstellar war gods into a frenzy.
The real heiress cleared out her shelves, but ended up helping her earn thirty times the profit.
Her adoptive parents thought she was an embarrassment, but by then she had become a super-rich woman courted by powerful figures from every world.
While everyone waited to see her make a fool of herself, Lin Wan lounged in her supermarket, surrounded by treasures from countless worlds. Glancing at her mobile banking balance, she sighed: “Which little world’s tribute should I indulge in today?”
It's readable, quite good.
The plot is good, but the transactions can still be robbed; there's absolutely no protection.
It's well-written, but a bit short. Perhaps not many people will read it, so the author rushed the ending, leaving even a few customers unfinished.