The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

"Haha, my name is Su Muhan. Mu means 'mo' in 'morning and evening,' and Han means 'cold.' Remember that, that's my name."

On a stone bridge in an ancient town in Southwest China, Su Muhan patted his chest and spoke animatedly to a tourist he had just guided.

He had changed his attire today, wearing a moon-white long robe and holding a folding fan in his hand. The three characters "Divine Calculator" were written on the fan in a flamboyant style, and at first glance, he really did have the air of a wandering fortune teller.

Of course, this is assuming we ignore the limited-edition sneakers he was wearing and the man next to him, Zhu Daheng, who was squatting on a bridge pier eating roast chicken with three gold chains around his neck.

"Okay, okay, I got it!" The tourist nodded repeatedly, handing over a red bill. "Young master, you're amazing! You even figured out what I dreamt about last night!"

Su Muhan smiled and accepted the money, then snapped open his folding fan with a flourish, striking a dashing pose: "No problem at all, no problem at all~"

After the tourists had gone far away, Zhu Daheng came over and patted Su Muhan on the shoulder with his greasy hand: "Boss, you're pretty good, you can even predict people's dreams?"

Su Muhan slapped his hand away in disgust and lowered her voice: "What a load of crap! Didn't you smell the Chinese medicine on him? I saw him getting sedatives and sleep aids at the pharmacy yesterday. Eight out of ten people who can't sleep have nightmares, and he's sure to get them every time!"

Zhu Daheng suddenly realized, and gave a greasy thumbs up: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

This is what Su Muhan's life is like several months after she ran away from home.

Back then, the four brothers each packed their bags and embarked on a journey to explore the world.

Before leaving, the four brothers clasped hands and swore an oath: they would never return home until they made a name for themselves!

Da Bao, San Bao, and Si Bao all have their own broad and promising paths.

Only the second son, Su Muhan, took the most unusual path, becoming a charlatan, or rather, a "fortune teller."

Actually, he didn't intend to do this job at first.

When he first left home, he and Zhu Daheng traveled around sightseeing, spending money like water.

The two of them went out to eat, drink, and have fun, living a very prosperous life.

Until one day in a small town in the southwest, the two of them ran out of money and squatted by the river, worrying.

Su Muhan sighed, "Tycoon, isn't your family a pig-farming tycoon with gold mines? Can't your dad give you more pocket money?"

Zhu Daheng said, looking aggrieved, "My dad said this trip is for training, and he'll only give me 100,000 yuan a month for pocket money. That's already over the limit..."

Su Muhan rolled her eyes. 100,000 a month is considered pocket money? Does Zhu Daheng's father have some misunderstanding about "experience"?

In comparison, Zhu Daheng's father was quite generous, while his father simply cut off his bank account, ostensibly to fulfill his desire to make his way in the world.

He even wanted to beg his father to let him go home and live off his parents, but when he thought about the vow he made in front of his other three brothers, he still didn't have the face to do it.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to bring Zhu Daheng with him. Zhu Daheng was the richest person in the Dragon Kingdom organization, a walking ATM, and very generous. Otherwise, his life would have been miserable.

He had also set his sights on the three gold chains around Zhu Daheng's neck, but for some reason, Zhu Daheng was incredibly stubborn and refused to sell them, insisting on wearing the gold chains around his neck.

He said that this was the only way to show off his wealth and power.

I'm broke, what's the point of maintaining any class?

"Oh, what a miserable life..."

Just as they were worrying, an old man swayed over, sat down next to them, and took out a tortoise shell to start fiddling with.

"Sir, what's wrong with you...?" Su Muhan asked curiously.

The old man looked up at him and said slowly, "Little boy, your forehead is bright and your eyes are full of intelligence. You are a talented person."

"What talent?"

"A talent for fortune telling," the old man said seriously. "I've been traveling the world and am looking for a successor. I see you have extraordinary talent; would you like to learn a thing or two from me?"

Normally, Su Muhan would have thought this old man was a fraud.

But that day, perhaps out of boredom or curiosity, he actually spent a few days learning from the old man.

You know what, this old man really does have some skills. It's not the kind of mysterious spiritual ability, but rather the ability to observe things closely and reason accurately.

He can deduce a person's profession, current situation, and even thoughts from their clothing, speech, behavior, and even the dirt under their fingernails.

"Isn't this just psychology plus detective work?" Su Muhan suddenly realized after learning a few tricks.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "All knowledge in the world is interconnected. Whether it's fortune telling or reasoning, it all boils down to the four words: observing words and expressions."

After studying for half a month, the old man drifted away, leaving behind the words: "Young man, the road ahead is long, take care of yourself."

Su Muhan looked in the direction the old man had disappeared, then glanced at Zhu Daheng beside him, who was so hungry he was gnawing on his nails, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "I've got it! Let's do this!"

"What are you doing?" Zhu Daheng asked absentmindedly.

"Fortune telling!" Su Muhan's eyes lit up. "You can make money, build connections, and hear stories—how interesting!"

Thus, the martial arts career of "Master Calculator Su Muhan" officially began.

At first, Su Muhan's business scope was very limited, consisting of auspicious phrases such as "Auntie, your son will definitely get into university this year" and "Uncle, your business has recently received help from a benefactor."

Anyway, saying nice things costs nothing, and the listener is happy.

Until the event that made him "famous overnight" happened.