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

At this very moment, on the stone bridge in the town.

A small stall was set up under the shade of an old locust tree.

The stall was very simple.

A small folding table, two plastic stools, and a dark blue velvet cloth embroidered with yin-yang symbols on the table.

A flag stood beside the stall, white with black lettering, bearing three large, flamboyant characters: "Divine Calculator."

"Take a look! Infallible predictions, worth a fortune per divination, no charge if it's inaccurate!"

Zhu Daheng shouted at the top of his lungs, his loud voice attracting the attention of passersby.

Since he started making money and could afford chicken legs, Zhu Daheng naturally worked with more energy and shouted loudly. In addition, with three thumb-thick gold chains hanging around his neck, he shone brightly in the sunlight, looking like a walking gold mine.

The two, one sitting and one standing, created a scene that was both bizarre and harmonious.

A seemingly ethereal but actually charlatan and a ridiculously wealthy tycoon—they were practically the most attention-grabbing figures on the street.

Su Muhan leaned back lazily in his chair, crossing his legs. "Big tycoon, how long have you been open today?"

Zhu Daheng took out his watch and looked at it: "It's been almost two hours, and only three customers have come. Boss, our business isn't doing well today."

"What do you know?" Su Muhan rolled her eyes at him. "This is called 'no business for three years, then a big one that lasts for three years.' A true fortune teller has style!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an older woman in a floral shirt hesitated and walked over. She looked at the stall, then at Su Muhan: "Kid, are you really good at math?"

Su Muhan immediately sat up straight, adopting a mysterious expression: "Auntie, if you believe, it will work; if you don't believe, it won't. What do you want to ask?"

The woman looked around and lowered her voice: "My son is going on a blind date next month, and I'd like to ask about his chances of finding a partner..."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Su Muhan pulled out a tortoise shell and three copper coins from under the table. The tortoise shell was real, and the copper coins were also genuine ancient coins, which he had found at the flea market. "Please silently think of what you want to ask for, Auntie, and shake the divination three times."

The woman did as instructed.

The copper coins jingled inside the tortoise shell and fell onto the table.

Su Muhan squinted for a long time, calculating with her fingers and muttering, "Qian represents heaven, Kun represents earth... Hmm... Auntie, judging from the divination, your son's blind date this time..."

"How is it?" the woman asked nervously.

"Great fortune!" Su Muhan slammed his hand on the table. "The divination indicates a match made in heaven. The two will fall in love at first sight, get engaged in three months, get married in six months, and have two children in a year!"

The woman's eyes lit up: "Really?"

“Absolutely true!” Su Muhan said with absolute certainty, “However…”

He then changed the subject, saying, "There's a minor calamity in this divination, which needs to be resolved."

How to resolve this?

Su Muhan pulled out a small wooden plaque wrapped in red cloth from under the table: "This is a blessed marriage plaque. Have your son take it with him when he goes on blind dates. It's guaranteed to be successful. The original price was 888, but since I see you're destined for it, I'll only charge you 288!"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then took out the money and happily left with the wooden sign.

After everyone had walked away, Zhu Daheng came over and said, "Boss, are you really that accurate? You even predicted that someone would have two babies in a year?"

While counting the money, Su Muhan chuckled, "What a joke! That old lady is wearing a picture of her son on her wrist. I glanced at it, and the young man is handsome and has a good job. With such conditions, how bad could he be on a blind date? As for having two children in a year... well, I don't even know if she'll be able to find someone in a year!"

Zhu Daheng: "...Boss, aren't you being a bit... "

"What's wrong with that?" Su Muhan said matter-of-factly. "I gave her confidence. Confidence is the most important thing in a blind date. Besides, I bought those wooden plaques for ten yuan each at the wholesale market. I blessed them for her. I blew on them three times. Isn't that blessing them?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Daheng once again gave a thumbs-up in admiration.

Su Muhan finished packing his things, patted his clothes, and said, "Come on, tycoon, I made a lot of money today, I'll treat you to some barbecue skewers!"

"Alright~" Zhu Daheng grinned from ear to ear, "I want fifty skewers!"

Eat up! Plenty to go!

......

As the days went by, Su Muhan's career as a fortune teller became increasingly smooth.

He and Zhu Daheng wandered from one end of the city to the other, setting up stalls everywhere, and were even invited to consult feng shui for a company's opening ceremony.

I made a lot of money, and heard even more stories.

This line of work lets you meet all sorts of people, hear all sorts of strange stories, help people solve problems, and... well, make money.

Most importantly, freedom.

Su Muhan, this little charlatan of the martial arts world, lives a life of carefree bliss.

Of course, I miss home sometimes.

In the dead of night, he would take out that family photo.

"I wonder how Daddy and Mommy are doing..." he murmured to himself.

"Missing home?" Zhu Daheng leaned over and handed him a skewer of grilled meat. "If you miss home, just go back."

Su Muhan took a big bite of meat and mumbled, "Go back what? We agreed to make a name for ourselves, but now... do I even qualify as a name for myself?"

Zhu Daheng thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "Of course it counts! You're a well-known fortune teller for miles around!"

Su Muhan smiled, her eyes curving into crescents: "That's fine then. When my name is known throughout the country, I'll go home in style!"

He raised a skewer of grilled meat to the night sky: "Come on, cheers! To the world of martial arts, to freedom, to... grilled meat!"

"Cheers!" Zhu Daheng raised another string of chocolates.

Their laughter drifted in the night breeze, mingling with the aroma of grilled skewers, and carried far into the distance.

As for going home? We'll talk about it when I've had enough fun and my reputation is good enough!

Anyway, there is a long way to go.