I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 558 - 450

"A blessing in disguise. Brother, congratulations. In the future, you’ll have a son and a daughter to care for you in your old age."

"What are you talking about?" The fortune teller was perplexed. "I don’t even have children, let alone a son and a daughter."

Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang. Seeing it was his wife, the fortune teller immediately answered. After listening for only a moment, a smile began to spread across his face, but in the next second, it froze.

He hung up the phone and looked at Xia Liang with a serious expression. "How did you know my wife just found out she’s pregnant with fraternal twins, a boy and a girl?"

Xia Liang just shook the long banner in his hand. "A fortune teller, of course, figures it out."

With a smile, Xia Liang’s phone also began to ring, leaving the still-disbelieving fortune teller standing beside him.

The caller was none other than Master Fang. True to form, the old master was keeping up with the trends and making a video call.

"Master Xia, how is Jinling? Have you found a place to stay? Do you need to use our villa here?"

"No need," Xia Liang said, shaking his head. "But thank you for the kind offer, Old Master Fang."

When the fortune teller saw an old man appear on Xia Liang’s phone, he subconsciously glanced over. That one look left him utterly stupefied.

That’s... That’s Old Master Fang from the Fangzun Group? And he has to call you ’Master’? Am I dreaming?

In the next second, another elderly man appeared in the video, greeting Xia Liang. Looking at this man, the fortune teller felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind going completely blank.

"O-O-Old Li!" the fortune teller’s voice began to stutter.

Old Li was a major figure, someone you could only see on the Huaxia news channel before his retirement. How could he also call this young man ’Master’? And they seem so familiar with each other, chatting right away?

After a brief exchange, Xia Liang said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll hang up now."

He ended the call and turned around, only to be startled. The fortune teller was kneeling right behind him. Because of the injury to his bottom, his posture was particularly comical.

"Young... young man, who on earth are you?!"

Xia Liang pointed to the long banner beside him and spoke with a smile. "Am I not just an ordinary fortune teller, same as you?"

「In a certain villa in Jinling.」

A rich heir was bored, scrolling through the beauty section on Weibo. After a few seconds, his gaze froze on a particular photo. In it, a girl was posing for a picture with a fortune teller, and the location looked to be a park. He casually scanned the image when, suddenly, his eyes locked onto a corner of the photo and his expression twisted in horror.

He touched his bruised backside, which had been thrashed the night before, and ran into the living room. "Dad, come quick! The man who made Patriarch Wu apologize yesterday—it’s him!"

「Meanwhile, in the park.」

Looking at Xia Liang not far away, using his long banner to solicit customers, the fortune teller was filled with disdain.

Same as me, an ordinary fortune teller? To hell with that! How could an ordinary person know Old Master Fang and Old Li? How could an ordinary person be so accurate every single time, telling everything about a person with just a glance, without even needing to do a reading? You call that ordinary?

During his time next to Xia Liang, the fortune teller had witnessed his abilities firsthand. It only took a single look; no secret could be hidden from Xia Liang. Compared to his own charlatanry, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Another half hour passed, and Xia Liang finally returned the long banner to the fortune teller. The fortune teller, thinking Xia Liang was about to leave, breathed a sigh of relief. He would only dare to continue his business here after Xia Liang was gone.

Curiously, although Xia Liang had returned the banner, he showed no intention of leaving. He even checked the time, as if he were waiting for something. Seeing this, the fortune teller found it odd and was about to go ask what was happening when he saw several groups of people approaching from a distance.

These people were dressed lavishly, exuding an aura of wealth and power. They were clearly not the type to frequent a park. Yet, they all converged on this spot, rushing toward Xia Liang.

A few moments later, the group arrived in front of Xia Liang and knelt on the ground, one after another. Each of them held bags large and small, and besides the gifts, they also presented bank cards.

Looking at the crowd kneeling before him, Xia Liang felt somewhat helpless. This crowd consisted of the families of Wu Qi’s friends from the previous day. Upon learning he was here, they had all rushed over together.

"Master... Master Xia, it was our kids who were blind and failed to recognize a great man yesterday. They offended you along with Wu Qi. We hope you won’t be angry. These are our gifts of apology!"

Several of the families in the group had no idea who Xia Liang truly was. But they knew one thing: anyone who could make the Wu Family bow down was certainly someone they needed to kneel before.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of others in the park. No one understood why so many people were simultaneously kneeling before a young man who looked to be no older than twenty.