I Got Rich After Hearing the God of Wealth's Thoughts

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On the thirty-first consecutive day of overtime, I noticed in the company restroom mirror that I had a dark aura between my brows. It wasn't a figure of speech. There was really a visible cloud of black energy swirling there. I thought I'd finally worked myself into hallucinations, until the ceramic lucky cat on my desk started talking. “Tsk, tsk. This young lady still has years left to live, but her fortune has already run dry.” My hand shook, and half a cup of iced Americano spilled all over my keyboard. “You can hear me?” The lucky cat's childish voice sounded curious. “How unusual. Only one in a million ordinary people has this kind of talent, and you happened to be one of them.” I stared at the grinning cat...