The Ace Broker: I Sell Intelligence in the City and Become a God

[Hidden Intel] [Selling Intel] [Building an Organization] [No Saintly Hero] [Women, but No Female Lead] [Behind-the-Scenes Style]

The day Lin Feng is fired after taking the fall for his boss, his girlfriend Li Meng dumps him on the street with her arm linked through that of a rich second-generation heir.

That night, he drinks until he blacks out.

When he wakes, he unexpectedly binds to the [Heavenly Secrets Eye].

He gains the ability to see information about all things.

His boss's secret stash, his partner's disloyalty, the incriminating records under his rival's bed, a popular actress's scandals.

From that day on, the whole world is an open book to Lin Feng.

But just as he plans to use the intel to trade stocks, appraise antiques, cut open jade stones, get rich overnight, and live a life of luxury, a message pops up and pours cold water on his plans.

[General Rule: You may not directly profit from information obtained using the Heavenly Secrets Eye. Violating this rule will trigger the anti-cheating mechanism: one of your secrets will be exposed at random for the entire internet to see, and the Heavenly Secrets Eye will be disabled for one month.]

The damn System forbids him from directly profiting from the intel, or he'll face severe punishment and become a public enemy worldwide.

With no other choice, Lin Feng accepts his lot. If he can't use the intel directly, he'll sell it instead.

Find a lost dog: 3,000.

Catch a cheater: 50,000.

Life-saving classified intel: starting at 100 million.

From then on, the world has a mysterious intelligence organization: the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

No one knows where it came from or who stands behind it. As long as you're willing to pay the price, you can obtain any information.

At a private club in the capital, several powerful figures roar, “Find out who he is!”

Three days later, their scandals are exposed across the internet, and evidence of their misdeeds appears on their rivals' desks.

A saying spreads around the world: “You can ask about anything, but never ask about the identity of the Pavilion Master's owner.”