Showbiz: Every Ghost Story I Made Up Came True

In the nation of Blue Star, the year I turned eighteen, I signed a high-stakes contract that could cost me my life: Sell an entire building in the Magic City and make 250 million within two years. If I failed, I’d owe 500 million. After narrowly escaping death, I discovered that my luck was absurdly good. Even more absurdly, those female celebrities started believing my nonsense. Liu Yifei: “You’re saying this house will boost my career?” Yang Mi: “I want the antiques and the house. And I want you, too.” Zhao Liying: “Help me take care of this problem, and I’ll buy the place.” Late one night, Dilraba knocked on my door. “I heard... you’re good at cutting off unwanted romantic entanglements?” They had no idea that every one of my “feng shui recommendations tailored just for you” was made up on the spot. They had even less idea that my phone had notes saved for everyone: “Fairy Sword client - Liu,” “Career maniac - Yang,” “Foodie top-tier star - Reba”... With all kinds of outrageous schemes, my part-time airport-pickup gig grew into a job as the biggest fan of every top-tier star. I bluffed and made grand promises until campus beauties joined my airport-pickup team…