My boss said, “The company has a bright future.” But I heard what he was really thinking: “We can’t make payroll again this month.”
My name is Lin Bei. I’m 24, and I make 4,200 yuan a month. The day I quit, my bank account had a balance of 437 yuan and 28 cents.
But starting today, I can hear what everyone really thinks about money.
Their balances, debts, salaries, scams: I can hear every thought they have about money.
The investor thinks, “This project is valued at three times what it’s worth.” So I short it. The landlord thinks, “This dump is getting demolished next month, and I’ll get three million in compensation.” So I renew my lease. My ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend thinks, “I owe 800,000 on my credit cards.” I can’t help smiling.
Someone asks me, “How do you know everything?”
“Lucky guess,” I say.
But nobody knows that the one person whose thoughts I most want to hear is the one I’m afraid to listen to. Because I’m scared I’ll hear her thinking, “I don’t like you.”
