Lin Chen, who was unemployed after graduating from college, was forced to a dead end by life and could only make a living by setting up a stall in the night market.
By an accident, his eyes could see the halo of luck above everyone's head - pure white is good, black is disaster, and blood is bloody disaster.
The gangster came to collect protection money. Lin Chen saw the black air rising above his head: "Don't drive tonight, there will be a bloody disaster."
The gangster laughed in disbelief. Three minutes later, the harsh sound of brakes came from the street.
Overnight, the name of the night market spread throughout the city. People who asked for advice lined up in a long line, snobbish colleagues were slapped in the face, bullies were liquidated, and even retired business legends came to visit him in person, giving him money and shops, and wanted to be his guide.
But what Lin Chen didn't know was that these eyes were not accidentally awakened - forty years ago, his grandfather died precisely because of these eyes.
And the person who killed grandpa has already set his sights on him.
