I really am a fortune teller

Jiang Hanyi, with his fiery temper, retorted: "Who said I don't have money? I bought it."

Wei Chen quickly stopped him: "Are you stupid? 8 yuan for a ticket? Why don't we just queue up?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked back in the line.

Wei Chen coughed and said, "Let's buy it anyway."

Jiang Hanyi was also somewhat embarrassed.

However, the scalper objected: "It's 18 yuan a ticket now, which of you two wants it?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hanyi angrily said, "That wasn't the case just now. It was only 8."

"Yeah, it was only 8 a moment ago, now it's 18. Any problem?" the scalper said with a grin. "Why don't you two line up?"

Wei Chen ignored the scalper and looked around the shop. The shop wasn't very big. Everyone was standing outside, and each person would come out after a long time, usually carrying something with great interest.

Everyone buys different things. Take the copper coin sword for example. Some copper coin swords are made of five emperor coins, while others have something else added to the five emperor coins. Wei Chen is not a professional Taoist master, but he can still tell the difference.

"Is this custom-made?" Wei Chen asked, looking completely bewildered.

100%.

The divine prophecy was activated. Wei Chen glanced at the various magical artifacts in the system shop and felt a little reluctant to part with them. After all, he only had 1300 million merits, which was only enough to exchange for one intermediate upgrade pill. What he needed now were some basic things for showing off, such as copper coins. Exchanging them with merits would be too much of a loss.

Products from the system are naturally all of high quality, but it's such a waste to give them away.

Wei Chen looked around and saw a blackboard standing at the entrance of the shop. The blackboard read neatly: "If you can pick out the most useful materials from this stall, you can enter first and have the master craftsman help you make the most suitable magic weapon, all free of charge."

Next to the blackboard was a stall, and a white-haired boy was looking at the stall. The boy was engrossed in playing a game on his phone and didn't pay any attention to anyone else.

Occasionally, someone would step forward, take out one of the materials, and say to the boy, "This is the best material."

Without saying a word, the young man clapped his hands, and two burly men rushed up, took the materials from the man's hands, and dragged him away. Not far away, the man's miserable cries could be heard.

The stall had thousands of materials, ranging in size from as thick as an adult's arm to as small as a fingernail.

Huang Niu noticed Wei Chen's gaze and said with a smile, "You're a weapon refiner too, huh? Then you can try out the material selection process. But let me warn you, if you're not good at it and ruin the master's mood, you'll end up like that guy just now—beaten half to death and thrown out. How about it? Or consider my 18 votes?"

Jiang Hanyi was about to buy something, gritting his teeth, when he noticed that Wei Chen was already walking towards the stall.

Wei Chen directly addressed the system, saying, "Use the divine prophecy to digitize the best materials and display the absolute best."

In an instant, a small number appeared above each of the materials on the stall.

Some are 20%, some are 10%, and some are 0.01%.

What the heck is this 0.01? Is it just a speck of dust?

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, Wei Chen grabbed a small plastic bottle from the stall—a "cooling" bottle, no less. Inside the bottle was a black, fingernail-sized substance that looked like charcoal ash.

The people queuing up to watch the spectacle, along with the scalpers, burst into laughter.

The scalper who sold the tickets earlier was laughing heartily: "Hey customer, if you really can't bear to spend that 18 yuan, just join the queue at the back. I won't laugh at you. You wouldn't choose such a piece of coal dust, would you? Even the piece of gold next to it is better than this."

"I thought he was a master, but he's just a clown. I bet this guy is crying even more miserably than the guy from before."

"It's so satisfying to see the master prank people every day."

"If it weren't for the fact that the master's weapon-forging skills are the best in the entire martial arts world, and that I had to come all the way from Hainan and wait in line for a month before it was finally almost my turn, seeing this kind of drama every day would be truly delightful."

"Exactly, I initially thought queuing would be boring, but seeing idiots like this every day is really refreshing."

Various voices sounded.

But the white-haired boy playing the game suddenly raised his head, looked at Wei Chen with a shocked expression, and said, "Even though I've disguised myself like this, you can still see through it?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Wei Chen said with a smile.

The white-haired boy looked completely bewildered: "Then do you know what this is? My master never told me."

It turned out that the white-haired youth was actually the apprentice of the weapon-refining master inside. Unfortunately, Wei Chen didn't know what this was either, so he could only smile and look at the white-haired youth, saying, "Take a guess?"

"Guess if I'll tell you?" Wei Chen thought smugly. "Of course not," he thought, "because he doesn't know either."

The white-haired youth then gestured for Wei Chen to enter the shop. Jiang Hanyi quickly followed, but was stopped by the white-haired youth. Jiang Hanyi immediately said, "I'm with him."

"We only serve one customer at a time," the white-haired youth said. Two burly men rushed out from both sides of the shop entrance and blocked the doorway. "The rest of you can go home now. Today, the master will only be serving one customer. Take your number tags and queue up again tomorrow."

Everyone was stunned.

After a dozen seconds of silence, the group exploded.

"Are you kidding me? That guy only took something that looked like coal. Don't tell me that was the most valuable thing. You guys are cheating."

“There are thousands of materials. When I went to choose them before, I clearly chose the most precious Star Stone, but you smashed it out and called it trash. Even just one gram of Star Stone is worth a fortune. Isn’t this the most precious one? You’re cheating. It’s fake.”

"That's it."

……

The white-haired youth put away his phone, looked at them indifferently, and said, "Are you trying to cause trouble?"

The indignant crowd immediately wilted and fell silent.

The white-haired boy smiled faintly: "That's a good boy."

Jiang Hanyi stood to the side, feeling as if his entire worldview was being turned upside down.

Wei Chen happily entered the shop, which was very clean. In the center of the counter sat an old man with his upper body bare. The old man had a muscular physique that would make even young people feel ashamed. His hair was snow-white. When he saw Wei Chen come in, he naturally had a smile on his face.