When Shen Qingyan woke up, she had transmigrated into a strange city and inherited Pawnshop No. 9, a place no one dared set foot in.
The shop had a peculiar rule: it accepted no gold, silver, or physical goods, only the intangible things people possessed.
Color vision, memories, talent, courage, lifespan, a father-daughter bond, the determination to solve a case...
Anything you had could be appraised and pawned on the spot in exchange for money to save your life.
In her previous life, she was a top risk-control expert at an investment bank. In this life, she governed the rules of the pawnshop. With a flick of her abacus, she could see through people’s hearts and put a price on good and evil.
A painter pawned his color vision, leaving him with only black and white for the rest of his life;
A father pawned every happy moment he shared with his child, leaving only numb heartache;
A gifted young man divided up his talents and rented them out to grow rich, only to be consumed by greed and sink deeper into ruin.
Ruthless pawnshops sprang up everywhere. They shorted people’s lifespans, harvested their emotions, and locked away their right to redeem their possessions, breeding strange horrors by exploiting human nature and unleashing wave after wave of terrifying supernatural tides.
Only Shen Qingyan held fast to her principles: anything could be lent, anything could be redeemed, but she would never prey on people in desperate straits.
The pawnshop alliance saw her as a thorn in its side. With lifespan futures, love traps, and layers of fear ETFs, it plotted to devour the entire human world.
The mysterious detective Lu Zeyan quietly drew closer. He was a millennia-old arbitrator lying low with no memory. Warm on the outside and cold within, he hid his ruthless nature in his heart. All he wanted was to protect her and stand beside her against the darkness.
She used the rules of finance to outmaneuver the supernatural and saved people with the kindness in her heart.
When the whole world was pawning away its identity and sinking into ruin by living on borrowed time,
she stood at the border between yin and yang, kept the pawnshop lights burning, and upheld order in the human world.
Anything could be pawned, except love and the convictions in one’s heart. They would never be sold, and their value would never fall.
Super nice 👍👍👍