I really am a fortune teller

Jiang Hanyi was heartbroken beyond words.

If he had known Wei Chen was such a jerk, he wouldn't have come along.

Moreover, Wei Chen couldn't even see through the Cloth Bag Monk's tricks. He's obviously a greenhorn. Can someone like that really grow into a nine-star fortune teller?

Even Jiang Hanyi himself didn't know!

Jiang Hanyi watched Wei Chen walk to the west side of the casino. On the platform on the west side, the stones were the ugliest in the entire casino. Not only were they pitted and uneven, but just by looking at the appearance of the stones, you could tell that there was nothing of value inside.

Although Jiang Hanyi wasn't particularly skilled at gambling on stones, he was still quite knowledgeable about it, at least much better than Wei Chen.

Wei Chen, without even glancing at them, quickly selected more than 20 stones from the area on the west side.

It felt like I chose randomly.

In reality, it was a random selection.

There was nothing that could be done; the three-legged toad was facing the east side of the entire arena.

The three-legged toad on the artificial hill will absorb all the wealth and fortune in the entire area.

Jiang Hanyi probably didn't even realize this.

Therefore, no matter what Jiang Hanyi chooses in the eastern venue, he won't win much money; on the contrary, he'll lose a fortune.

Furthermore, the toad hadn't been destroyed before, so it had been continuously absorbing the surrounding wealth. In this situation, if Jiang Hanyi could make money, Wei Chen would gladly rip his own head off and use it as a football.

That's absolutely impossible, okay?

Jiang Hanyi, however, has not yet realized this.

Wei Chen selected many stones, just randomly. He didn't know how gambling on stones actually worked, but the key point was that no matter what he chose, he wouldn't lose money on these stones because he had already disrupted the feng shui techniques of the Laughing Buddha.

The people around were dumbfounded, watching Wei Chen pick out a bunch of cabbages as if they were rotten cabbages on the ground, and none of them could say a word.

Not long after, Wei Chen delivered all the rotten cabbages to the stone-cutting machine. Everyone was extremely excited and gathered around to watch. They wanted to see what kind of luck Wei Chen had.

Or perhaps they came specifically to gloat.

Wei Chen remained smiling. Jiang Hanyi finally realized that if he was going to be embarrassed in front of so many people, he might as well just kill himself. He quickly ran over and stopped Wei Chen, saying, "Let's forget about the stone-cutting. I have a complete machine. Why don't we go back?"

"Why go back?" Wei Chen said irritably. "It would be so much better to stay here. With my master and the machines here, how could we not solve the problem?"

Upon hearing Wei Chen's words, Jiang Hanyi was speechless for a long time. He felt his heart trembling. He regretted giving the thing to Wei Chen; it was practically suicide.

If Wei Chen fails to solve anything, where will he put his old face?

Jiang Hanyi thought bitterly, "I am a nine-star psychic doctor, how did I end up in such a state?"

However, for the sake of his own pride, Jiang Hanyi felt it was better to speak frankly. He put a hand on Wei Chen's shoulder and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, but the way you chose the stone just now was really too terrifying. I always felt that you didn't have the ability to choose the best stone. Why don't we avoid losing face in public and go back to decipher it slowly?"

With so many people watching, Jiang Hanyi didn't want to lose face, so he lowered his voice as much as possible and said these words, which was already the biggest concession he could make. If Wei Chen really couldn't understand, then Jiang Hanyi would have no choice but to take forceful measures and take Wei Chen away.

Wei Chen hadn't expected that this was what the doctor was so concerned about. He shook his head helplessly and said to Jiang Hanyi, "Then let's go back. Don't worry, with me here, we'll definitely make money."

Jiang Hanyi had a smile on his face. He wanted to believe it, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

Jiang Hanyi pulled Wei Chen toward the outside of the crowd, but just then, Jiang Hanyi felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a short, fat man standing in front of him.

The short, fat man had a short buzz cut and was even wearing cologne. The strong scent of the perfume made the surrounding crowd involuntarily step back. The short, fat man looked Jiang Hanyi up and down, then stretched out his fat paw and patted Jiang Hanyi's back: "Oh my, it really is you. I thought I was seeing things."

Jiang Hanyi's eyes widened.

The short, fat man smiled at Jiang Hanyi and said, "Don't be so surprised. I'm in the same line of work as you. I didn't expect you to end up here. How was your haul today?"

I don't know where this short, fat guy came from.

Jiang Hanyi glanced at the short, fat man with a twitching expression and said irritably, "Zhang Xiaopang, I don't have time to deal with you right now. I have other things to do. You'd better get out of here."

Zhang Xiaopang looked Jiang Hanyi up and down, then suddenly saw Wei Chen next to Jiang Hanyi. His smile became even wider: "Oh ho, you two are planning to cut stones here? This young man is obviously Jiang Hanyi's friend. He's very talented. Jiang Hanyi is also my friend. Since we're all friends, let's have a good chat and not walk so fast."

As Zhang Xiaopang spoke, he pointed behind him, where several other men were standing, each holding stones of various sizes.

Zhang Xiaopang looked at Jiang Hanyi smugly and said, "I've missed you so much ever since we parted ways in Myanmar."

Wei Chen looked at Jiang Hanyi with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Zhang Xiaopang beside him, and said with a smile, "You two know each other?"

Zhang Xiaopang put a hand on Wei Chen's shoulder: "Of course, we're good friends from the same trench. You, an outsider, understand our relationship. Oh, and although you're not in our circle, you're still Jiang Hanyi's friend, and I respect you."

Zhang Xiaopang exudes an aura of "I am an aristocrat," finds fault with everyone, and even arrogantly and rudely says such things to Wei Chen.

Wei Chen wasn't angry at all. He looked at Zhang Xiaopang with a smile and said, "Judging from your face, you've been a bachelor for over 30 years. Aren't you lonely?"

Jiang Hanyi almost burst out laughing.

Zhang Xiaopang's eyes widened: "You're a fellow practitioner? You should have said so earlier! I'm an eight-star psychic doctor, and you can actually read my face... What nonsense are you talking about? I have many female confidantes, so don't talk nonsense." Zhang Xiaopang was originally surprised that Wei Chen could read his face, but then the topic suddenly changed. His eyes widened, and he quickly tried to distance himself. Seeing that Jiang Hanyi also smiled, Zhang Xiaopang said dejectedly, "What I said is true. I'm getting married soon. Here, this is my wife."

As Zhang Xiaopang spoke, he actually took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Wei Chen and Jiang Hanyi.