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Now reading: Chapter 9 from I Asked You to Tell Me My Fortune, Not the Date of My Death!, a System novel by potanai.

Chapter 9: The Iceberg CEO's Provocation and the "Fat Sheep" That Delivered Itself

The livestream room was full of joy and harmony.

Everyone loved watching scenes of people being publicly called out.

Just then.

A brilliant golden mushroom cloud suddenly exploded in the center of the screen.

The special effects took up the entire screen, blocking even Zhang Xuanyao's face.

【Site-wide Announcent: User "Su Qingge" has gifted 5 Super Rockets in "Qingfeng Temple Great Master Zhang's" livestream room!】

【Site-wide Announcent: User "Su Qingge" has gifted 5 Super Rockets in "Qingfeng Temple Great Master Zhang's" livestream room!】

Ten Super Rockets in a row!

That was equivalent to 50,000 RMB!

The entire livestream room went quiet for a second, followed by an even crazier wave of barrage comnts.

【Rich woman! Caught a wild rich woman!】

【This ID looks familiar, seems to be that one from the finance section next door...】

【Fifty thousand! What is she trying to calculate? National fortune?】

A pinned barrage comnt with gold edges slowly floated across the top of the screen.

【Su Qingge: I heard you are very accurate at fortune-telling?】

【Su Qingge: I don't believe there is any fate in this world that cannot be divined, nor do I believe in any talk of gods or ghosts.】

【Su Qingge: Give your address. I am in Heng City, and I am coming to find you now. If you can accurately divine my affairs, the fifty thousand just now is only a deposit. If you can't... I will let you know the consequences of fraud.】

Between the lines, there was a thick sense of dominance and arrogance.

Zhang Xuanyao looked at that barrage comnt, his mouth curling up to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.

"This female lay practitioner, you have quite a temper."

"Although my Qingfeng Temple is dilapidated, I don't just host anyone. However, considering the fifty thousand... oh no, considering that you and I are fated, I will give you a chance."

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, sending the location of Qingfeng Temple directly through a private ssage in the backend.

"The road is hard to travel; don't drive a car with a low chassis up here, it's easy to scrape your bottom."

Zhang Xuanyao teased at the cara.

【Su Qingge: Five minutes.】

This was the other party's reply.

Concise and powerful.

The audience in the livestream room was even more excited.

【I have a premonition that sothing big is going to happen again!】

【Five minutes? It takes at least half an hour from Hengcheng City to Mount Longhu, right? Is this woman flying a plane?】

【You guys don't understand, the five minutes of the rich is five minutes on a physical level.】

Zhang Xuanyao didn't pay attention to the barrage anymore. He withdrew the 50,000 RMB gift, and looking at the numbers that suddenly increased in his bank card, he was in a great mood.

"System, does this count as a 'fat sheep' that delivered itself?"

【Ding! Detected a special character approaching.】

【Triggered side quest: Resolve Su Qingge's death tribulation.】

【Quest reward: 100,000 shock value, one random Interdiate Magical Artifact.】

"Death tribulation?"

Zhang Xuanyao raised his eyebrows.

This 50,000 RMB didn't seem easy to earn.

Ti passed second by second.

The number of people in the livestream room was still rising; everyone wanted to see what kind of sacred person this rich woman was who spent 50,000 RMB just to co and expose a fraud.

Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds.

Boom—!

A low and violent engine roar suddenly exploded on the quiet mountain road.

The sound wasn't like an ordinary family car; it was more like the roar of so beast, shaking the old window paper of the temple until it humd.

"She's here."

Zhang Xuanyao picked up his teacup and took a sip of plain water.

Screech—!

That priceless vehicle did an extrely arrogant drift and ergency brake at the temple entrance, kicking up dust that slapped directly onto the freshly cleaned gate.

The car door opened.

The first thing that ca into view was a pair of exquisitely crafted black high heels with red soles. The heels were thin and long, making a crisp "clack" sound as they stepped on the moss-covered stone slab.

Imdiately following were a pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stockings, with tight and well-proportioned lines, without a trace of excess fat.

Looking further up.

It was a well-tailored black professional hip-hugging skirt, paired with a white silk shirt. The collar was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a diamond necklace flashing with cold light.

The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with cold and gorgeous facial features and skin so white it was dazzling.

She wore a pair of gold-rimd glasses on the bridge of her nose. The eyes behind the lenses had no temperature at all, and she was coldly looking at this dilapidated small courtyard.

This was Su Qingge.

The famous "Iceberg Queen" of the Heng City business world, the current helmsman of the Su Group.

The livestream room completely exploded.

【Holy crap! It really is Su Qingge! That female CEO with a net worth of billions!】

【Isn't this too top-tier? These legs, this aura... Is this the sll of money?】

【Is this here for fortune-telling, or to acquire the temple?】

【Great Master, run! You can't handle this kind of woman, let do it!】

Su Qingge ignored the dilapidated environnt around her and walked straight to the stone table.

She took off her sunglasses and threw them on the table with a "slap."

Her hands, painted with wine-red nail polish, took a thick stack of cash out of her Hermès Platinum bag and slapped it directly in front of Zhang Xuanyao.

"I don't like nonsense."

Su Qingge's voice was very cold, carrying a sense of oppression from being in a high position for a long ti.

"This is 100,000."

She pointed at Zhang Xuanyao, and then pointed at the mobile phone screen.

"In front of the hundreds of thousands of people in your livestream room, calculate for ."

"If you are accurate, you take this money, and I will add another million to renovate this broken temple."

"If you are not accurate..."

Su Qingge leaned down, resting her hands on the stone table. That beautiful face approached Zhang Xuanyao, the distance between them no more than ten centiters.

Zhang Xuanyao could even sll that expensive cold perfu on her.

"If you are not accurate, I will report you for internet fraud, shut down your livestream room, and tear down your broken temple."

"I an what I say."

Facing this oncoming money offensive and verbal threat, Zhang Xuanyao didn't even blink.

He stretched out a finger and gently pushed Su Qingge's exquisite face away.

"Lay practitioner Su, please respect yourself."

Zhang Xuanyao patted his sleeve with a look of disgust, as if it had been contaminated with so bacteria.

"My place is a place for quiet cultivation, not your conference room. Besides, this table is an artifact from the Ming Dynasty. If you had shattered it just now, this 100,000 wouldn't be enough to compensate."

Su Qingge was stunned by being pushed.

In Heng City, no man had ever dared to treat her like this.

"You..."

"Sit."

Zhang Xuanyao pointed to the small folding stool opposite.

"Since you gave the money, you are a custor. Although I don't provide on-site services, there's no reason to turn away business that delivers itself to my door."

Su Qingge took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart.

She glanced at the small stool covered in mud, her brows furrowed so tightly she could crush a fly. In the end, she didn't sit down, but just stood there coldly with her arms crossed.

"Fine, I won't sit. Start calculating now."

Su Qingge sneered, "Don't tell you need my birth date and ti; I won't give it to you. A true Great Master can see the past and future with one look, right?"

Zhang Xuanyao sneered and said: "Lay practitioner, if you are here to trash the place or just to vent, I advise you to get out now."

She was being sarcastic.

Yesterday's case involving Zhou Jianshe was a huge sensation. She had watched part of the replay, although she found it amazing.

But as a materialist and a business elite, she was more inclined to believe this was a clever scam, or that Zhang Xuanyao had already grasped the evidence of Zhou Jianshe's cris and was just acting.

She ca today to expose this fraud's true face.

And by the way, to vent the stress accumulated recently because of that ss at the company.

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