I really am a fortune teller

They may appear innocent and kind on the surface, but in reality, they all have a fox inside them.

The monk with the cloth bag patted Wei Chen on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Of course I believe in you. Over the years, your father has always surprised me. You are his son. As the saying goes, like father, like son. But my belief in you is far from enough. My companions also need to believe in you. How about this, I will take you to that ancient tomb tomorrow morning."

What the Laughing Buddha said at the beginning even gave Wei Chen the illusion that the Laughing Buddha was very considerate of him.

But the tone changed immediately upon turning the subject.

Wei Chen shook his head helplessly. He knew that the cloth bag monk had no good intentions. He sighed and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow morning. But before that, I need to buy some equipment because the place you're going to is very special. The equipment I usually use will definitely not be enough. But you know, I'm just a poor boy. I don't have much money. My dad has it all. Why don't you help me buy some things?"

Jiang Hanyi stared at Wei Chen in disbelief.

Wei Chen's words were utterly shameless; he didn't even seem to realize he'd done anything wrong. How could someone be so blatantly asking for money?

The Laughing Buddha was probably taken aback by Wei Chen's frankness.

He shook his head helplessly, quickly took out a bank card from his pocket, and hesitated while holding it in his hand.

However, Wei Chen snatched the bank card directly, and the two were locked in a stalemate. The card looked like it was about to break in two. The Cloth Bag Monk looked at Wei Chen with a kind smile and said, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. When your father was your age, he was still playing with diapers at home."

"That was my father's fault." Wei Chen gritted his teeth. "I just suddenly realized that the place you went to is so special. In order to save my life, I need to buy a few more talismans. I don't know if I have enough money?"

The Laughing Buddha was just teasing Wei Chen when he said that, but he never expected that Wei Chen would use it as an excuse to extort money from him.

While the Laughing Buddha was still in a daze, Wei Chen snatched the bank card from his hand. He looked at Wei Chen with annoyance: "It's not much money, so spend it sparingly."

"What's the password?" Wei Chen asked the Laughing Buddha with a smile.

The Laughing Buddha didn't want to speak, but Jiang Hanyi was standing there watching him intently. Jiang Hanyi smiled and said, "I'll go with you. You should know that I'm a nine-star psychic doctor. As long as your souls haven't been scattered, I have a way to restore you to normal."

"How much?" The Laughing Buddha, too lazy to beat around the bush, asked directly.

Wei Chen patted the Laughing Buddha on the shoulder, his eyes filled with praise: "Not bad, not bad. Actually, it's not expensive, right?"

Wei Chen looked at Jiang Hanyi beside him and said.

Jiang Hanyi nodded: "Ten tons of gold."

Wei Chen almost choked to death on his own saliva.

The Laughing Buddha's eyes widened, and he said honestly, "Our team has a psychic healer, although he is only a four-star, but that is more than enough, so we don't need you to help."

We can't afford to hire them.

Wei Chen glanced back at Jiang Hanyi. He felt he had already been ripped off enough, but Jiang Hanyi was even worse, asking for ten tons of gold without considering whether the monk could actually afford it.

Jiang Hanyi reluctantly said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a discount. How about a hundred large yellow croakers?"

So easy to talk to?

"Small yellow croaker" and "large yellow croaker" were terms used during the Republic of China era. A small yellow croaker was equivalent to one tael of gold, while a large yellow croaker was equivalent to ten taels of gold. One hundred large yellow croakers would be worth 100 taels of gold, which was much better than a ton of gold.

The Laughing Buddha beamed, "Then it's settled. It's really too cheap, thank you for your kindness."

Wei Chen thought Jiang Hanyi was really easy to talk to, reducing the amount from ten tons of gold to this little bit.

Unfortunately, Jiang Hanyi said indifferently, "This is the registration fee for each visit; the cost of medication and other expenses will be calculated separately."

The Laughing Buddha broke out in a cold sweat again.

He wiped his forehead and said, "That's only right, that's only right."

When it comes to medication and such, isn't it all up to Jiang Hanyi to decide?

Wei Chen gave Jiang Hanyi a thumbs up. Jiang Hanyi smiled and patted Wei Chen on the shoulder: "Come out with me for a walk. Didn't you say you were going to buy some things?"

Wei Chen nodded repeatedly. Just before leaving, Wei Chen turned to the monk with the cloth bag and asked, "How much money is in the card?"

The Laughing Buddha nodded: "One hundred million, but don't buy anything too expensive. If you buy it all, I'll have to deduct it from your shareholders' accounts."

How do tomb raiders make money like this?

Wei Chen's eyes widened, and before he could react, Jiang Hanyi pulled him out.

Only after they had walked quite a distance from the shop did Jiang Hanyi remove his hand from Wei Chen's shoulder, and look at Wei Chen calmly, saying, "Can't you use some common sense? Nowadays, transactions between cultivators are generally based on gold, or what we call 'big yellow croaker' or 'small yellow croaker' in the Republic of China era. You should know what that means, right?"

Wei Chen nodded and looked at Jiang Hanyi, saying, "But I'm short of money, short of RMB, and I need to exchange gold and stuff, so it's not worth it."

"You..." Jiang Hanyi was furious. He guessed that Wei Chen didn't usually get involved in anything. In a small place like Xihe Town, and with Zhou Bapi of Xingchen Pavilion always suppressing him, he didn't know much about the affairs of the martial arts world. Thinking about it this way, Jiang Hanyi felt at peace and put a hand on Wei Chen's shoulder: "How about I become your financial advisor from now on?"

Wei Chen's eyes widened: "How can that be? You're so distinguished, a nine-star psychic doctor. You're already doing me a disservice by following me, and now you want to be my financial advisor?"

Jiang Hanyi said irritably, "It's precisely because I plan to follow you that I intend to become your financial advisor. I'm afraid that with your mind, you won't be able to make much money, and then I'll be uncomfortable too."

Wei Chen touched his nose: "Then thank you very much."

Jiang Hanyi patted Wei Chen on the shoulder and took the bank card from Wei Chen's hand: "Why are you thanking me? Didn't you say you wanted to buy equipment? I know a good shop around here, come with me."

Jiang Hanyi seemed to have been to this town before; at least he was very familiar with it. He wandered around for a bit and found a large warehouse. After giving the warehouse clerk a hundred yuan, the clerk led them to a cellar.

Once the cellar was opened, faint sounds of commotion could be heard coming from underground.

Jiang Hanyi smiled and looked at Wei Chen, saying, "Please."

Wei Chen was completely bewildered, but when he came down, he realized that this place must be the legendary black market.