I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan Chapter 449 - 391: Exposing Fakes? 2

anwhile, the live chat that Yan Qianwei couldn’t see was exploding.

"Wow! He’s so handso! Is that really the charlatan?"

"Anchor, Anchor, give us the address! I want to go visit this handso guy!"

"You thirsty fangirls need to calm down. The Anchor is here to expose a fraud."

"What’s it to you? Don’t you know that beauty is justice?"

"Okay, now I’m not worried about the Anchor anymore. A guy that handso wouldn’t hurt anyone."

"Wait, I just realized sothing... That one comnter said his mom was a firm believer in this charlatan. Could it be because..."

Yan Qianwei had expected this so-called charlatan to be soone from TV. Maybe an old man with an ethereal, immortal-like bearing, or perhaps a bald man in a Tang suit wearing prayer beads. She never imagined he would be such a bright and handso young man.

"Uh... um... I... I’m here for a Fortune Telling."

Whether from nerves or from seeing Xia Liang’s appearance, Yan Qianwei’s words ca out in a stamr.

"Haha, don’t be nervous. Is this your first ti?"

Yan Qianwei’s embarrassed expression made Xia Liang chuckle, and he offered her a comforting smile.

"Here, please have a seat."

Yan Qianwei walked to the spot Xia Liang indicated. As she sat, she subconsciously glanced up at him, but she imdiately realized her mistake when she t his gaze. His eyes were deep and mysterious, yet they held a reassuring quality. Her face instantly flushed bright red, a blush so intense that even Xia Liang couldn’t help but notice.

This young lady is really shy. he thought, amused. She’s quite pretty. It’s rare to have such a young custor.

Most of Xia Liang’s custors were over forty. It was rare for him to see soone so young, let alone such a pretty girl.

"May I ask if you would like to inquire about love, career, or academics?"

As Xia Liang settled into his usual Fortune Telling chair, he instantly adopted a professional deanor. The swift change in his attitude stunned Yan Qianwei again. In that mont, Xia Liang seed to transform from a cheerful young man into an elite executive. It made her feel as if she had co for a financial consultation, not a Fortune Telling.

Yan Qianwei gathered her thoughts, preparing to feed him the fabricated story she had planned. Taking a few deep breaths, she managed to calm her nerves, her expression no longer as shy as before.

"Hello, my surna is Zhang. I’m currently working at a company, and I’d like a reading on my career. Also, I’d like to ask about my sister’s illness."

She recited the story she had fabricated before arriving. In her livestream chat, the netizens who had grown bored of waiting suddenly erupted with excitent.

"Haha, the show is about to start!"

"Quick, screen record this for evidence! We have to expose this charlatan."

"He’s so handso, why can’t he get a real job? Why scam people like this?"

"This swindler is about to expose himself. If he gets this right, I’ll send ten rockets, I swear."

"Bro, don’t you dare run. We all saw that!"

"Yeah, we saw it! Don’t back out!"

Yan Qianwei’s thoughts were in perfect sync with her viewers’. It was a pity for such a handso man to be involved in such a deceptive line of work. At the sa ti, she felt a thrill of excitent, knowing she was about to expose a fraud.

"Alright, please write down your and your sister’s date and ti of birth on here."

Xia Liang casually handed her a pen and paper while subconsciously processing her information.

Yan Qianwei? Her surna isn’t Zhang. She’s here to test ! An only child, a university student, and a part-ti Anchor...

Huh? Reaching this conclusion, Xia Liang glanced up at her bag.

Is she trying to crash my business?

He looked at the birth information on the paper, the corners of his mouth twitching with an irrepressible smile.

This girl is putting on quite an act!

Yan Qianwei’s serious expression seed to strike Xia Liang as particularly funny, and he felt no animosity toward the young woman trying to expose him.

Forget it. I won’t beat around the bush with her. I’ll scare her off quickly. I still have to protect Konoha Village, after all.

Xia Liang sat up straight, his smile vanishing as he fixed a serious gaze on Yan Qianwei.

"Miss Zhang, based on your facial features, you don’t seem like soone who has siblings."

Yan Qianwei’s mouth fell open in surprise. The atmosphere in the livestream chat instantly quieted down.

"This charlatan seems to have so skill!"

"Can physiognomy really tell if you have siblings? Or was that just a lucky guess?"

"Did the Anchor slip up sohow? Did he notice sothing?"

"He’s so good! And so handso!"

"Wait, I thought this guy did readings based on birth dates? Why is he reading her face now?"

"Let’s just keep watching. He’s probably just bluffing to trick the Anchor."

Seeing Yan Qianwei’s expression, Xia Liang nearly let the laughter he was suppressing slip out. When she didn’t respond, he continued, "Miss Zhang, you aren’t a white-collar worker. You’re still in school, aren’t you?"

Yan Qianwei imdiately worried she had been found out because her outfit made her look younger.

"Master, I started working early, that’s why I look young," she hurriedly explained.

"Miss Zhang, you’re definitely still a student, doing so part-ti work at most."

Xia Liang gazed at her with a playful look in his eyes. It made Yan Qianwei feel as if this handso charlatan had already seen through her completely and was now just toying with her.

"He’s definitely bluffing."

"Yeah, he sees she’s young and is just trying to psych her out."

"Miss, don’t fall for it!"

"Hold on... what if this master is for real?"

"What real skills? These are all just classic con artist tricks."

"I don’t know... let’s see what happens."

Yan Qianwei felt her act was about to crumble. But thinking of all the viewers watching her stream, she decided to push on.

"Master, I swear! I really am a white-collar worker, and I really do have an older sister."

Seeing her flustered explanation, a helpless smile touched Xia Liang’s lips.

"Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Yan Qianwei, the myth-busting Anchor. You can stop causing trouble in my little shop. If you ever genuinely need a Fortune Telling in the future, feel free to co back. By the way, the phone you’re using to stream is about to run out of battery."

These words struck Yan Qianwei like a bolt from the blue. Her livestream chat erupted as if it had also been hit, a deluge of comnts flooding the screen.

"Wh-what? How is that even possible?"

"This guy is incredible!"

"So Fortune Telling and face reading are actually real?"

"Everyone, calm down! I bet this charlatan is just one of the Anchor’s fans. How else would he know her na?"

"Right, right, that must be it! Everybody stay calm, don’t get tricked!"

"But we were watching the whole ti... how could he know she was secretly recording with her phone?"

"Uhh... a lucky guess?"

"You try making a guess like that!"

"This guy’s a master!"

As if a thought suddenly occurred to her, Yan Qianwei stared at Xia Liang.

"You... you’ve seen my livestreams?"

Xia Liang spread his hands.

"Sorry, I don’t usually watch livestreams."

"Impossible! If you don’t watch livestreams, how could you possibly know my na?"

The sha of being exposed so thoroughly was beginning to curdle into anger.

Xia Liang noticed Yan Qianwei’s mood shift and decided not to provoke her further. He stated things directly.

"I don’t know you. I discerned all of this by reading your face."

"You can tell all that from reading a face?" Yan Qianwei hesitated.

"Yes. Besides, if I were one of your fans, how would I know you were secretly filming right now? You can see I’m not watching any stream," he explained patiently.

"But I announced today’s stream topic in advance! Yes! That must be it! You must have known I was coming!"