During the day, I was a low-class social creature who couldn't even pay the rent. I was being forced to take my job away from home by bullies, and I was in a desperate situation.
Everyone thought I was just left to be slaughtered.
But they don't know that every time midnight falls, I will transform into the owner of the "Dream Teahouse". Here, I am the god who holds the power of life and death!
Whether it is a terminally ill medical guru, a billionaire on the verge of bankruptcy, or an overseas plutocrat in a dead situation, they are all forced to fall into a dream, kneeling at the tea table and begging me for a cup of tea to relieve their worries.
As a tea boss, I casually deprived them of their core medical skills, top-secret connections, and hacker skills.
The next day, when the bully and his thugs arrogantly smashed the door again, they were about to trample me under their feet.
However, the richest man in the city came down with a helicopter to escort him, and slapped the bully away: "Who dares to touch my benefactor?!"
Do you dare to destroy my job? Then guess what did your backer call me in the dream last night?
