After a talkative meteorite hit Lin Fan, he discovered he could understand everything around him.
His keyboard complained that he was heavy-handed, his coffee cup sobbed that the milk foam was melting, and even the office printer volunteered to help him cheat the system
“Ding! Detected Zhang Tao trying to steal your proposal. I've encrypted it for you automatically!”
“Warning! Manager Wang has a draft for a competitor in his desk drawer. Want me to ‘accidentally’ get rid of it?”
“The boss's payroll password is 19830725. He docked you 800 yuan. Want me to help ‘make that public’?”
From then on, Lin Fan started turning his life around by “chatting” his way to success:
At an antique market, an old vase cried, “There's Qing dynasty paper inside me.” He spent 300 yuan and made a million.
At a pyramid scheme's hideout, every stray cat and dog in the city became an informant, reporting in for reward money.
At his restaurant, the ingredients recommended themselves: “This pig ran ten kilometers every day. My meat is extra tender.”
When capital tried to crush him, delivery trucks in the supply chain sent real-time alerts, while the phones of poached employees held dirt on their new employers...
Later, he could chat with the fortune of the city, negotiate with typhoons and rainstorms about their paths, and even listen to his sofa nag him to lose weight every day.
One day, someone asked Lin Fan, “How did you go from an invisible nobody at work to a business magnate?”
Lin Fan was about to answer when the streetlight beside him butted in: “It was all thanks to us! Last time he chased after his dream girl, I was the one who lit the way!”
The milk tea cup nearby added, “And me! I personally told him she likes her drinks at 30 percent sugar!”
Lin Fan: “…”
Well, with this bunch of know-it-alls helping him, it was hard not to become a legend!
