Gu Zhiqi was not very concerned about Mo Weiran’s affairs; she was only interested in whether she could seal the deal, "So, shall we do a fortune-telling?"
"Yes! Of course!" Mo Weiran immediately replied.
"Since the misfortune endangers lives, and seeing as you’re still a student, I’ll give you a 9.9% discount, making it 4.95 million. Can you afford that?" Gu Zhiqi didn’t immediately start the fortune-telling for Mo Weiran; instead, she asked him this question first.
As soon as Gu Zhiqi said this, Mo Weiran was completely stunned.
"Jesus, my dear young lady, are you sure you’re not trying to take my life?" Mo Weiran expressed that a poor person couldn’t come up with 4.95 million.
It wasn’t that his family couldn’t afford 4.95 million, but rather, his family raised daughters in luxury and sons frugally.
And he was the one raised frugally.
His family was, after all, second-tier wealth in Haicheng, but still...
In his entire life, he had never seen 4.95 million—can you believe it?
Listening to Mo Weiran’s words, Gu Zhiqi slightly arched an eyebrow.
This face obviously had the look of wealth, yet he couldn’t produce 4.95 million?
After a few seconds of silence, Gu Zhiqi spoke up, "In that case, write an IOU."
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t started becoming wealthy yet.
Mo Weiran "... No, that’s no use either, I have never seen that much money in my life."
Mo Weiran was slightly worried. In this lifetime, he feared he would only see 4.95 million after his old man died, when it would be his turn to inherit the family fortune.
"Survive the deadly ordeal, and you’ll see it," Gu Zhiqi said lazily.
His words left Mo Weiran unsure whether to feel sad or happy.
In the end, Mo Weiran was neither sad nor happy; instead, he hung his head down, contemplating something.
He wondered whether his old man would break his legs if he found out he was 4.95 million in debt.
While Mo Weiran was pondering, so was Gu Zhiqi. A few seconds later, looking at Mo Weiran, she said, "Or, there’s a cheaper option."
"I’ll take it!" The moment he heard ’cheaper’, Mo Weiran jumped at the opportunity.
Hearing Mo Weiran’s response, Gu Zhiqi directly spoke up and told Mo Weiran the result of the fortune-telling, "In the coming days, you’ll be entangled by rotten peach blossoms, which may put two lives at risk—one is yours, the other is someone close to you."
"Huh?" Mo Weiran was confused.
This... sounded so real.
It’s not... it seriously feels real, right?!
If yesterday and today weren’t coincidences but had been actually predicted by Gu Zhiqi, then he...
If he were to die, that’s one thing, but someone close to him dying—that’s absolutely unacceptable!
Unaware of Mo Weiran’s thoughts, Gu Zhiqi reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of talisman paper, handing it to Mo Weiran, "For this fortune-telling, I’ll charge you a hundred thousand; hence, other than this piece of talisman paper that can save your life, I won’t offer any further help."
Mo Weiran did not immediately take the talisman paper; instead, he looked somewhat blankly at Gu Zhiqi, "Young lady, are you serious?"
"Of course, you can choose not to believe me, but..." Gu Zhiqi said, then suddenly lifted her eyes to glance at Mo Weiran, "going against the fortune-telling will result in being plagued by bad luck."
I suspect you’re conning me.
"Transfer the money." Seeing Mo Weiran not taking the talisman paper, Gu Zhiqi directly stuffed it into Mo Weiran’s hands.
"You just said someone close to me would also be in danger? Who would that be?" Mo Weiran held the talisman paper in his hand.
At this moment, his mind was in turmoil.
He was pretty sure that the young lady was scamming him for money.
But what if it’s true?
The previous two instances came true; what if this one happens too?
What if by ’someone close’ she meant his own family? He couldn’t take that gamble.