I really am a fortune teller

"20 million," Jiang Hanyi said calmly, "plus half of the profit sharing we just had."

The Laughing Buddha was already quite confused.

But the Laughing Buddha dared not speak or utter a word, otherwise, the trip would have been in vain.

After putting everything on the ground, Wei Chen, citing his own inexperience, offered to choose first.

The Laughing Buddha nodded.

Wei Chen immediately activated the divine prophecy.

While Jiang Hanyi was receiving treatment, Wei Chen chose the worst item out of everything, picked it out, and weighed it in his hand.

The Laughing Buddha's face lit up with joy, though he didn't express it outwardly, he was inwardly thrilled: "Choose one, choose one, I'll choose this one." The Laughing Buddha ultimately didn't say these words aloud, because it would be too obvious.

But he was really happy. Thinking back, Wei Chen had also chosen many things before, all of which looked like good stuff. At that time, he thought Wei Chen might be a tomb raiding expert, or at least have a great appreciation for antiques. But now it seems that this little kid is just messing around.

Unfortunately, Wei Chen's next words caused the Laughing Buddha to simply leave it there.

Wei Chen weighed what he was holding in his hand, then tossed it over with a smile: "This is yours, the rest are mine."

The Laughing Buddha was dumbfounded.

What he was holding was nothing more than a stone chamber pot.

What good is this piece of junk?

Moreover, the person who made it was probably still a child, as the carving was incredibly ugly. If it weren't for the fact that the broken thing still emitted an indescribable smell over the years, he wouldn't have believed that it was a chamber pot.

The records say he was a prince during the Eastern Han Dynasty, so how did he end up so poor?

However, the Laughing Buddha dared not refute this at all, and could only cautiously remind him, "Are you sure you're not mistaken somewhere?"

"You're right. If we round it off, you can only take one item. There are about 84 unearthed artifacts here. Four-fifths of them belong to me, and two-thirds of the remaining one-fifth belong to Jiang Hanyi. You just divided that smallest remaining one-third into half, so you can only take one item." Wei Chen's calculation skills were so impressive, it was hard to tell who taught him them.

The Laughing Buddha was already completely bewildered...

"How should I put it? If you can't understand, I can take that stone back from you. It's not really an antique, just a broken stone. I took it because of its shape; it looked a bit like a washbasin. It even smells weird." Wei Chen quickly said, "Rounding it up, you can't get an antique at all. I'm only giving you one out of respect."

The Laughing Buddha clung tightly to the stone "basin," refusing to let go no matter what: "No, it's fine as it is. I really like it. My dear nephew, you're very good at arithmetic. When will you come to my shop to work as an accountant?"

The Laughing Buddha's last words were merely a polite remark.

Wei Chen took the other person's words as a compliment and said with a smile, "Oh my, forget about accounting. I think tomb raiding is the best way to get rich. If you ever have a similar event, you must come and find me."

The Laughing Buddha nodded repeatedly.

"I don't believe you for a second! If I contact you again, I'll be a fool." The Laughing Buddha wept.

The remaining items were all handed over to the Cloth Bag Monk for appraisal. After the appraisal, they would be put up for auction in his shop. Wei Chen had the Cloth Bag Monk appraise the lowest possible prices, so the Cloth Bag Monk dared not tamper with them.

After all, there was a fierce-looking man named Jiang Hanyi standing next to him.

What if Jiang Hanyi accidentally poisons someone? If that happens, everyone will be wiped out, and that would be really funny.

In the afternoon, they returned to the Cloth Bag Monk's shop. The Cloth Bag Monk had been hoping that the two troublemakers would leave quickly, but to his surprise, the two wanted to stay and look around.

The Laughing Buddha was helpless and could only watch them wander around helplessly.

That's enough.

According to Jiang Hanyi, "When do we get the money? When do we leave? Anyway, we're pretty free right now. Just contact us whenever you sell the goods, and we'll be there whenever you call."

The Laughing Buddha felt like dying.

After being disciplined by Jiang Hanyi, Zhao Qing became much more obedient. Upon returning to the shop, he grabbed Lu Shuzi and left without saying a word.

Master Jingfeng snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Wei Chen originally thought he would never have any contact with these three people again in his life, but unexpectedly, the gears of fate continued to turn, and one day, they would meet again.

However, no one can say for sure what the situation was like back then.

The next morning, Wei Chen slowly returned to the black market. It was the third day, the day Xia Shishuang's chosen one, as predicted, was about to appear. Wei Chen and Jiang Hanyi disguised themselves and came to watch the excitement.

Xia Shishuang was filled with inner turmoil.

According to the conman, she would meet her destined one today.

I wonder what this chosen one looks like?

For so many years, Xia Shishuang has been plagued by that strange illness and dared not go anywhere else, afraid that people would say she was a monster or a pervert. Over the years, Xia Shishuang's heart has remained bitter. Is it finally going to be resolved now? There is a sense that it is not real.

Xia Shitong was even more anxious. If the destined person did not appear today and Wei Chen ran away again, how could she treat Xia Shishuang's illness?

Is there no way to solve their family's problem?

However, Xia Shitong did as Wei Chen had instructed in the past few days, and went to find the person who cast the curse. She actually found him, but the person who cast the curse said there was no cure and then committed suicide.

However, after the person who cast the curse committed suicide, Xia Shishuang's symptoms lessened considerably.

Xia Shishuang sat at the black doorway as usual, watching the bustling crowd. Sometimes people would come up to her to ask for information, but Xia Shishuang was in a bad mood today, and her fees were very high.

Not long after, a young man in a wheelchair slowly approached her.

Xia Shishuang stared wide-eyed in confusion, only to see the young man give her a warm, gentle smile and take out a medicine bottle: "This medicine is for you. After you take it, you will return to normal."

"Who are you?" Xia Shishuang asked, looking puzzled.

Not to mention Xia Shishuang, even Xia Shitong looked at the young man warily.

The young man said with a smile, "You don't need to treat me like an outsider. Someone guided me here."