"Don't tell anyone else about your psychic abilities, and don't explain what your abilities can do."
"I'm not stupid."
Chen Ming paused after speaking and brought up a potentially unpleasant topic: "Since you want to befriend me as a Psychic, is there something you want from me?"
The boss didn't show any discomfort due to Chen Ming's question, but instead, he said quite frankly, "Being friends with a Psychic is a benefit in itself."
"Of course, initially I did have other interests in mind, and to be honest, I still have them, but benefits and relationships are not necessarily inseparable."
As he spoke, the boss extended his hand to Chen Ming.
"Friends?"
Chen Ming considered it briefly.
He placed his hand on his helmet, removed it, and set it aside to let the boss see his face.
Then he also extended his hand and shook hands with him.
"Chen Ming."
The boss's face showed a satisfied smile.
"Wu An."
