After his soul transmigrated into an orphan, he had no money, lived in a sheet-metal shack, and had to swallow his anger when the foreman docked thirty yuan from his meal allowance.
Then a radar appeared in his head.
Nothing within ten meters could escape it.
He could hear every lie his opponents told, crystal clear.
But that wasn’t even the most terrifying part.
He could subtly influence your emotions, making you irritable or nervous until you gave yourself away.
He could lead you around by the nose at the negotiating table. You’d think you were making the decisions, but every step would be part of his plan.
And once his ability grew stronger... he might even be able to control your actions outright.
He went from a sheet-metal shack to a nicely furnished one-bedroom apartment, and took his first steaming-hot shower until his whole body was flushed.
He went from an ostracized temp worker to someone who could come and go as he pleased in this city.
Some people said he was lucky. Others said he was creepy.
Ye Peng couldn’t be bothered to explain. He knew one thing:
Money gives a hero courage, and ability gives him confidence. With both, he was going to live life to the fullest.
And while he was at it, he’d help support the dilapidated orphanage he’d left behind.
Born in the mud with no one to rely on, he would break free of poverty with his own hands, then turn around and light the way for others.
