Chapter 4

"...Can't you read?"

Xu Gui fiddled with the things in his hand, then pointed to the two large characters written on them and said:

"Isn't it written here, 'Fortune Telling'?"

The cameraman said, "What I mean is, what are you doing with this? The job you mentioned, it can't be..."

He pointed to the two characters for "fortune telling" on the banner and said with a strange expression, "You wouldn't be using this to tell fortunes, would you?"

“That’s right!” Xu Gui said matter-of-factly. “Didn’t your production team say that you don’t care about any job… Well, fortune telling is a job, right?”

The cameraman: "..."

Xu Gui said, "I've thought about it a lot, and I'm lazy and greedy. I can't do anything well, so there's really no job that suits me..." This turtle only has one advantage: she is very self-aware and content with what she has.

"If I had to say what I'm good at, it would be telling your fortunes."

After all, for the Xuan Turtle, fortune-telling is an instinct, just like humans eating when they are hungry and drinking when they are thirsty—it's an extremely simple thing.

Therefore, no matter how you look at it, setting up a fortune-telling stall is the best job choice.

"Look, I even had someone make me a fortune-telling banner!" she said proudly, pointing to the banner in her hand. "When the time comes, I'll put this out in the open, and everyone will know that I'm a fortune teller."

The photographer hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopping, and finally could only say, "...Whatever makes you happy."

Xu Gui was naturally very happy. She felt like a genius and immediately dragged her foldable table and stool, running excitedly towards the nearest overpass.

Tianqiao has always been a battleground for fortune tellers and military strategists. If you want to find a fortune teller, just go to several Tianqiao and you're bound to run into one or two.

The overpass that Xu Gui found happened to have an old fortune teller. The man was thin, wore a long robe, and had a beard. His appearance was quite intimidating, which fit the Chinese people's impression of a divine fortune teller.

Moreover, compared to Xu Gui's meager equipment, the old man was clearly "well-prepared." Although he also had a table and a stool, the table was made of pure wood, the stool had a backrest, and a cushion underneath, making it look very soft. Even the fortune-telling banner next to him was bigger than Xu Gui's.

Xu Gui glanced silently at his folding table and chair, and couldn't help but comfort himself, "As the old saying goes, bad students have too many stationery items. A true expert like me doesn't need these auxiliary tools."

Thinking this, she regained her confidence, straightened her back, and walked past the old man with her head held high and her chest out.

The old man, who inexplicably felt as if he had been belittled, thought: "...Nonsense."

Upon seeing what Xu Gui had laid out, the old man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his expression becoming strange and peculiar.

*

Xu Gui didn't have much stuff. After setting up the table and chairs, she placed her fortune-telling banner next to the table. The banner had a base underneath, so it could stand steadily on the ground.

After placing it in place, Xu Gui clapped his hands, thinking to himself: Everything is ready, only the final touch is needed.

Now that her fortune-telling stall is set up, all she has to do is wait for customers to come. Although, perhaps, she doesn't really want to "work," as a Xuan Turtle, she is a natural fortune teller. When humans see her setting up a fortune-telling stall, they will surely flock to her and be eager to do so.

If humans really want her to tell their fortunes, she can do it; there's nothing she can do about it, given how exceptional turtles are.

...If Xu Gui were still in her Xuan Turtle form at this moment, the little turtle tail behind her would definitely be sticking up high.

"Fortune telling?" She was imagining countless people chasing after her, wanting her to tell their fortunes, when a voice suddenly came from above her head. She looked up and saw her "colleague" standing in front of her stall.

Xu Gui: "...Is there something you need?"

The old man was examining her fortune-telling banner. Hearing her voice, he looked down at her and asked, "Are you a fortune teller?"

Xu Gui nodded.

The old man curled his lip, looked Xu Gui up and down, and said, "I see you're so young, why are you doing this? Coming here to swindle and cheat people. Do your parents know what you're doing out there?"

Xu Gui looked up at him and honestly said, "...I am an orphan, I have no parents." Whether it was her or the original "Xu Gui", both she and the turtle were orphans.

Old man: "..."

The live stream chat was filled with laughter.

[Who knows, it was supposed to be a very sad conversation, but I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I heard this part. Their dialogue sounded so funny!]

[As expected, the old saying is true: sincerity is the ultimate weapon. This old man was clearly here to cause trouble, but he was silenced by Xu Gui's words.]

I bet the old man gets out of bed in the middle of the night to slap himself and then curses himself: "I deserve to die!"

[Here's a joke: A fortune teller at a street stall accuses another fortune teller of swindling and cheating. Is this what they call self-insult?]

...

Xu Gui's live stream has become increasingly lively over the past two days, and she has gained quite a few new fans. Tang Xu and Qiu Nai's fans were willing to criticize her, but the more they criticized her recently, the more netizens revolted – the more you criticize, the more I want to watch.

Now, fans of both sides dared not say anything more, for fear that their aggressive actions would only make netizens feel sorry for Xu Gui and gain her more fans.

"...Everyone, please don't go to Xu Gui's live stream to criticize her lately. She's a clown, a nobody. If we criticize her, we'll only increase her popularity and let her benefit from it!"

"We won't criticize her, we'll just see where she goes to gain attention!"

The fact that the fans of both sides had agreed on this arrangement resulted in a surprisingly good atmosphere in Xu Gui's live stream over the past two days. Although her popularity couldn't compare to the most popular ones, anyone who observed carefully would have noticed that the popularity of her live stream was increasing significantly every day.

Moreover, most viewers who watched her live stream for a while on the same day will still be in her live stream the next day.

This is something that only the staff who were closely monitoring the live streams of the various guests probably noticed.

Looking at the data from Xu Gui's live stream over the past two days, the director pondered, "Perhaps inviting Xu Gui to participate in the program would be the best decision we could make?"

*

Xu Gui was still staring at the old man.

Seeing that the old man suddenly stopped talking, Xu Gui waited for a long time before finally asking him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you standing there in front of my stall?"

Old man: "..."

"What I really wanted to say," the old man finally managed to stammer out after a long pause, "is that lying? You're so young, you could find other jobs."

Xu Gui: "I just think fortune telling is the best job."

Old man: Tsk.

So you're completely stubborn, aren't you?

"And who said I'm lying!" Xu Gui retorted, looking at the old man with a hint of pride. "I'm different from you. You're a fraud, but I really can tell fortunes!"

The old man was immediately amused. He said, "You say you can tell fortunes? Okay, then you tell my fortune first, let me see if you're a fraud or a divine fortune teller."

"Wow, Old Lu is arguing with someone over there. I'm going to check it out."

"Is this young girl setting up a fortune-telling stall like Old Lu Tou? No wonder Old Lu Tou is at odds with her; after all, rivals in the same trade are enemies."

"Is that a camera next to her? Is this girl an internet celebrity?"

The stall owners selling other things under the overpass all gathered around, their faces full of excitement at the spectacle. Some of the people who were on good terms with Lao Lutou came over and chatted with him with giggles, but Lao Lutou impatiently pulled their hands off his shoulders.

"You say you can tell fortunes, then tell me my fortune, my love life!" The old man chuckled. "What, can't you figure it out?"

Xu Gui: "Wait a minute, let me see..."

She stared at the old man's face for a few seconds, then calmly looked away and said, "I didn't realize before that you were a billionaire."

Old man: "..."

Others: "..."

A few seconds later, a burst of laughter erupted from the onlookers.

"Hahaha! You're really good at talking nonsense, girl." The middle-aged man selling toys couldn't stop laughing. He tugged at the old man's clothes and said, "Look at him, how does he look like a billionaire? Besides, have you ever seen a billionaire appear in this place?"

The others laughed too: "Exactly, which billionaire is as down on his luck as him? You girl, you can't even brag properly!"

Everyone was laughing, but the old man couldn't laugh as he looked at Xu Gui. No one knew better than him, the person involved, whether what Xu Gui said was true or not.

However, he didn't understand how Xu Gui knew this. Surely he couldn't have actually calculated it?

The old man didn't believe it; he preferred to believe that Xu Gui was a junior member of someone he knew. Just as the old man was thinking this, he heard Xu Gui look at him curiously and say something else:

"...You also maintain ambiguous relationships with three aunties, one you met while square dancing, one is divorced with two children, and the other... um!"

Xu Gui couldn't say who the other person was because the old man rushed over and covered his mouth.

"Ha, haha." The old man chuckled dryly. "You silly girl, how can you be so good at joking? Ha, ha, hahaha—"

Xu Gui looked at him with a deep, unsettling gaze.

Old man: "..."

*

[Why does the old man's gesture of covering his mouth at the end look so guilty? Could it be that Xu Gui was right, and he really has an affair with the three aunties?]

[I think so too... Waaah, look at other men, an eighty-year-old man still has three women pursuing him, while I'm a twenty-year-old bachelor with no women interested in me, how pathetic and lamentable.]

[Is this your main point? The main point is, if this is true, then what she said before, that the old man is a billionaire, could also be true?]

Upon seeing this message, everyone in the live stream exclaimed: 【！！！】Watson, you've discovered the blind spot.

Did they witness something extraordinary?

*

On the other side, the old man, covering Xu Gui's mouth, inadvertently glanced at the cameraman carrying a video camera and casually asked:

"What's that machine the guy next to you is carrying doing?"

Xu Gui wiped his mouth and said calmly, "Oh, I'm recording a show, filming a live broadcast. This is my cameraman."

Old man: "..."

Old man: ? ? ! !

The old man's expression cracked.

The sky has fallen!