I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 557 - 449: Coincidence_2

After a few words, the villa sank back into silence. All eyes turned toward the figure seated in the place of honor.

Several seconds later, this figure slowly began to speak. "Find him. He’s just a green kid, yet he wants to snatch our business. Since he also claims to be a Diviner, let’s bring him here. While we’re at it, invite all the distinguished elites of Jinling. We’ll challenge him to a battle of skills in front of everyone, and he will certainly fall from grace!"

「...」

「The next day.」

After leaving the hotel, Xia Liang wandered into a small roadside shop, bought a cheap-looking shirt, and began to walk toward the nearest park.

Almost every city has several parks, and within them gather people from all walks of life. The park Xia Liang was heading to was somewhat famous in Jinling, so it wasn’t lacking in visitors.

After finding a random spot in a corner of the park, he picked up a Stone and carved a sentence in front of him: "Fortune Telling, one-tenth of a Yuan per session."

It was just six simple words, so plain they would barely catch anyone’s attention.

Xia Liang had always believed in the concept of fate. In the past, the people he helped were either nobles or business tycoons. He’d thought about it last night; he had never helped any truly ordinary people, which was why he came to the park to set up a stall. If you believe in me and come to ask, I can help you with your troubles. That is what fate is about. And for each session, he would charge just one-tenth of a currency unit. Of course, the most important thing was that he wanted to trigger a hidden quest.

However, after sitting in place for half an hour, not a single person came to inquire. Almost everyone glanced at Xia Liang before walking straight past. Among them, several people had gloomy expressions, clearly indicating they had recently encountered some trouble, yet they were unwilling to stop even once. Perhaps Xia Liang, sitting right there, was the only one who could help them.

After more than ten minutes, someone finally appeared. The man stared intently at Xia Liang for a long time, sizing him up and down several times. But this person wasn’t here to have his fortune told.

Because he was a Fortune Teller himself.

The man wore a long robe and held a long banner in his hand, upon which were several large, conspicuous characters:

"Read the brow, predict through ’The Book of Changes,’ foretell life, death, wealth, and longevity."

"Dispel misfortune, ensure safety, no charge if incorrect."

Compared to the few words at Xia Liang’s feet, calling them worlds apart would be no exaggeration. Xia Liang even felt a bit sheepish. My own sign is too rudimentary, and I don’t even have any props.

After thinking it over, Xia Liang decided not to do anything. After all, he was relying on fate, not trying to attract more attention.

The Fortune Teller, however, sat down right next to Xia Liang. He had even brought his own chair. After a moment’s thought, the man couldn’t help but speak to him.

"Young man, did you write these words yourself?"

"Of course. I’m here for Fortune Telling."

"You’ve got to be joking," the Fortune Teller said, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I can tell with one look that you’re one of those kids who read ’The Book of Changes’ for a few days and now thinks he can predict destiny. You can’t possibly be accurate. And you’re charging one Yuan a session? I bet no one would even come to you for fifty cents."

"Brother, don’t judge a book by its cover. Why don’t you give it a try and see if I’m accurate or not?"

"Tsk," the Fortune Teller chuckled. "I’m a Fortune Teller myself, and you want to read my fortune? That’s just asking for trouble. But since you put it that way, go ahead. Let’s see what you can come up with."

Xia Liang smiled, then said slowly, "I predict, Brother, that you are about to suffer a bloody disaster."

A bloody disaster?

Hearing Xia Liang’s words, the Fortune Teller froze for a moment and then burst into laughter. He glanced around timidly, and after making sure no one was nearby, he leaned in and whispered in Xia Liang’s ear.

"Little brother, let me tell you the truth: all this Fortune Telling is just a scam. We just go along with what people say, throw out some ambiguous stuff, and act all mysterious. That’s usually enough. In our line of work, we generally don’t tell people they’re about to have a bloody disaster."

"Why not?" Xia Liang asked, his interest piqued. Aren’t the fortune tellers on TV always talking about bloody disasters?

"You don’t get it. If we say other ambiguous things, it’s hard for people to know if it’s true or false. But a bloody disaster is different. If they don’t end up bleeding, they’ll know for sure you’re a liar. Of course, if you don’t like a customer and plan on beating them up later, then you can say it."

"So there are tricks to the trade," Xia Liang nodded. "But Brother, you really are about to have a bloody disaster, and it’s definitely going to hurt a lot."

"You’re being foolish, still trying to deceive people. You really aren’t cut out for Fortune Telling. Forget it, just watch me. I’ll show you how it’s done."

Noticing a young woman gradually approaching in the distance, the Fortune Teller returned to his chair and settled in, putting on a profound and inscrutable expression.

And sure enough, the young woman walked right up to him.

Xia Liang sighed helplessly. I’ve been here for half an hour and got no one, but as soon as this guy sits down, he gets a customer.

"No charge if you’re not accurate, is that right?" the young woman asked.

The Fortune Teller nodded. "Miss, what would you like to know?"

"I want to ask about my romantic fate!"

...

Afterward, the Fortune Teller began his spiel. With just a few words, he had the young woman beaming with joy, laughing nonstop. In the end, the girl was so pleased that she handed the Fortune Teller a red note. Before leaving, she even took a selfie with him. Xia Liang didn’t notice that he had been captured in the photo as well.

After the girl left, the Fortune Teller proudly flaunted the money in front of Xia Liang.

"When young girls ask about romance, you just need to say that they have already met their soulmate, or are about to. That’s pretty much all it takes," the man continued, lecturing Xia Liang. "Basically, most who ask have recently met someone of the opposite sex but are hesitant. Just go along with what she says. If she hasn’t met someone, telling her she’ll meet someone soon also works. Finally, throw in a few compliments, and the money is yours."

Xia Liang was growing a bit exasperated. Once this guy starts talking, he can’t seem to stop. Is this a professional hazard?

"Brother, that’s enough," Xia Liang interrupted. "Your bloody disaster is about to arrive."

"Why do you keep harping on about that? I already told you, a Fortune Teller can’t just go around telling people they’re going to have a bloody disaster!"

CRACK!

The man had barely finished speaking when the stool beneath him split apart. Underneath the stool was an extremely sharp stone!

"Oh, Richette."

The stone drove deep.

The Fortune Teller leaped up with a yelp, jumping three meters away in pain. On the stone, there was a trace of blood.

"Damn it! My God!"

Lying in the distance, the Fortune Teller kept clutching his rear, unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing this, Xia Liang simply took the man’s long banner and placed it in front of himself.

For a while after that, a few people did indeed come for a Fortune Telling. Xia Liang was also for real; after charging just one Yuan, he would tell them how to solve their recent troubles and what the outcome of their worries would be.

After more than ten minutes, the Fortune Teller finally dragged himself over from the ground. He found a flat stone and lay down on it slowly, his face still pale.

A coincidence. It must be a coincidence. But I probably won’t be able to eat spicy food for half a year, the Fortune Teller muttered to himself. It must be because Xia Liang noticed the chair was about to break. That’s why he said that! It had to be.

Meanwhile, Xia Liang struggled to hold back his laughter.