I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan Chapter 446 - 390: Night Market

Zhang Liangcai perked up as soon as he saw the note.

"A physiognomist?"

The man in the jacket furrowed his brow. "You’re still trying to fool , kid," he roared.

"Cheat your mother! Why the hell would I, This Master, the heir to the Zhang Corporation, bother cheating you!" Zhang Liangcai retorted, furious.

"You’re Zhang Liangcai?" As the captain of the criminal police, the man was familiar with figures from both the underworld and law-abiding society. He vaguely recalled a ti soone had asked him for help getting Zhang Liangcai out of trouble after a fight. He had t him once back then.

"Of course! Look at how handso I am; you should know who I am just from that!" Zhang Liangcai yelled.

The man in the jacket released Zhang Liangcai. He had thought the guy looked familiar, but he hadn’t realized he was actually the young master of the Zhang Corporation.

"What does this note an?" the man in the jacket asked, holding it up.

"That must be from my master for you all. Take it or leave it, I’m out of here." Zhang Liangcai shook off the man’s hand and turned to walk out of the alley.

The man in the jacket looked down at the note and fell into thought. "One a.m... The right ti, place, and people?"

anwhile, Xia Liang, with nothing better to do, had co to the night market. Preparing to put in so overti, Xia Liang set up his stall right there on the spot.

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted in the square.

Xia Liang looked toward the crowd and saw a fashionably dressed woman walking and talking, attracting a lot of onlookers. She seed to be a popular anchor. The anchor was still livestreaming, with an assistant behind her holding a cara.

As they moved closer, Xia Liang could hear her voice.

"Hey, everyone in my stream! This is Qingyun City’s biggest night market square! Today, I’m taking you all for a tour. Isn’t this exciting? Wow, thank you, Young Master Wolf, for the sports car! Mwah! And for all my fans here with , we’ll take a group photo after the stream ends, okay?"

Xia Liang thought it had nothing to do with him, but when this anchor nad Huanhuan walked past his stall, she suddenly stopped.

"Wow, everyone, look what I just found! It’s a fortune-telling hottie!"

Hearing Huanhuan’s voice gave Xia Liang goosebumps; he detested such cloyingly sweet tones.

"What a pity," Huanhuan said aloud for her stream. "Such a handso guy is here telling fortunes for a living. He’s so good-looking. Why doesn’t he do sothing worthwhile instead of scamming people?"

In response, Xia Liang looked up and said indifferently, "You keep saying ’scamr.’ What exactly have I scamd you out of?"

Caught off guard by the retort, Huanhuan was montarily speechless but quickly recovered. This is a perfect topic for an outdoor stream! I’m definitely going to teach this fortune-teller a lesson today.

She imdiately flashed a seductive smile and asked Xia Liang, "So, hottie, you’re really accurate at telling fortunes, huh?"

"Obviously."

"How accurate?"

"Flawless."

"Wow! That’s amazing!" Huanhuan exclaid, appearing infatuated, but she sneered inwardly. What a joke. Aren’t you boasting a bit too much, kid?

She continued to ask, "Hottie, will you tell my fortune for ?"

"My services are very expensive."

"How much?"

"One-tenth of a currency unit."

"One-tenth... holy shit!" Huanhuan almost swore.

Her eyes flicked to the livestream chat, which was buzzing with excitent. Biting her lip, she said, "Fine. One-tenth of a currency unit it is. Let’s do it!"

As a popular anchor, if it boosts my viewership, then one-tenth of a currency unit is just an advertising expense. Besides, if he’s wrong, I can just report him to the police and get my money back, right?

Seeing Xia Liang take out his phone, Huanhuan didn’t hesitate to scan the paynt code. Once the money was in his account, Xia Liang said, "What ’thing’ are you asking to divine?"

Huanhuan was taken aback at first, then felt a growing unease; she had a feeling she’d just been insulted. Suppressing her irritation, she said, "Master, my family is healthy, my career is going smoothly, I’m not looking for a boyfriend, and I’m not short on cash. After thinking about it, there’s really nothing specific I want to ask. Since you’re a professional fortune-teller, just... tell my fortune. However, I’m livestreaming this, so countless pairs of eyes across the internet are watching. You’d better not try to fool like so common charlatan, or it’ll be your own reputation on the line!"

As soon as Huanhuan finished speaking, her stream’s chat exploded with laughter. This was clearly revenge. Who asks for a fortune telling without giving a topic, leaving it completely up to the fortune-teller? It was like a teacher handing a student a blank test paper and telling them to figure out the questions themselves with just a aningful look. You might be able to hand in a blank answer sheet for a test, but a fortune telling needs a target. Otherwise, if you ca across soone looking for trouble, they could just claim you were wrong no matter what you said. Wouldn’t they just call you a scamr? People who requested readings like this were usually just trying to ruin a fortune-teller’s reputation.

"LOLOLOL!"

"That move from Huanhuan was savage! A woman’s revenge is a dish best served imdiately!"

"This is why you never offend a woman. This fortune-teller is still too young. He’s about to learn a hard lesson, isn’t he?"

"That fortune-teller is so handso, he’s my new hubby! I feel so bad for him; he walked right into that viper Huanhuan’s trap!"

The internet audience was waiting to see Xia Liang get humiliated, but he remained completely unruffled and stuck to his act. He extended his open palm toward Huanhuan and said, "Please write down your birth date and ti."

Huanhuan couldn’t be difficult about this, so she used her finger to trace her birth details onto Xia Liang’s palm. After studying her facial features and making so calculations with his fingers, Xia Liang flipped his hand over. A pen and paper suddenly appeared, which he had retrieved from his System Inventory.

This move—making a pen and paper appear out of thin air as if by magic—left many in the crowd astounded.