Chapter 16: Income 300
Gu Yuan opened his eyes and looked across the street.
Under the overpass, an old man in a Taoist robe was setting up a stall to tell fortunes, and a few curious passers-by gathered in front of the stall.
"You mean..." Gu Yuan hesitated.
"Don't you have yin-yang eyes?"
Ji Yunzhou's tone still contained a hint of disdain: "Although he is a half-baked one, but with me here, he is more than capable."
Gu Yuan's heartbeat quickened.
Grandpa Lin did teach him some basic physiognomy skills.
But the real money making stuff...
"What? Are you scared?"
Ji Yunzhou accurately caught his hesitation and immediately used his taunting skill: "Do you still feel embarrassed as a future college student?"
"no……"
Gu Yuan bit his lower lip, feeling a little ashamed:
"I'm just not sure...will it work? What if the calculation is wrong..."
"Humph, you're quite self-aware."
Ji Yunzhou was full of confidence: "But... With this king here, I guarantee you won't go wrong, but you have to agree to one condition of this king first."
"What conditions?" He immediately became alert.
"Don't ever call me a bastard, an old thing, or a dead ghost again!"
Ji Yunzhou's voice suddenly became dangerous: "Call—Ghost! King! Lord!"
Gu Yuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
The late stage of the second-choice disease!
Have you used all your thousand years of cultivation to study shame play?
"...Okay, Ghost King."
He deliberately dragged out his tone and quickly changed the subject: "But we don't have the tools, how can we set up a stall?"
"Blockhead!"
Ji Yunzhou cursed, "Why not just find a piece of paper and write the words 'fortune telling'? Who said we have to have a compass and coins?"
Gu Yuan’s inner thoughts: Yes, yes, yes, you are the boss, you have the final say.
He resigned himself to his fate and took out a notebook from his bag, tore off a blank page, and wrote the four big words "fortune telling and physiognomy" with a marker.
He hesitated for a moment, then added a line of small words below: "You are not allowed to ask for money."
There was a constant stream of people walking hurriedly under the overpass.
Gu Yuan found a vacant spot not too far from the old Taoist priest, spread out the pitifully simple "signboard", and sat on the ground.
His heart was beating fast and his palms were sweaty.
Since he was a child, he has always been the isolated one, but now he has to take the initiative to attract other people's attention.
"Stand up straight!"
Ji Yunzhou shouted in his mind, "What a coward!"
Gu Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up straight.
"Hello, new here?"
The old Taoist priest next to him glanced at his simple equipment and young face, and said with disdain that his fellow competitors were his enemies:
"Now even minors are out there trying to cheat and defraud people? This world is going downhill."
Gu Yuan shook his head honestly: "I'm almost 19 years old."
The old Taoist rolled his eyes:
"Who cares how old you are? The point is, you're so unprofessional! You don't even have a decent cover!"
Ji Yunzhou roared in Gu Yuan's mind: "He knows nothing! My presence is better than a thousand magical weapons!"
Ten minutes passed and no one stopped.
Twenty minutes later, there were still only pedestrians hurrying by.
Gu Yuan was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, considering whether to give up.
Just then, a fashionable young woman stopped in front of him.
"Can you really tell fortunes?"
She looked at Gu Yuan suspiciously: "You don't look... like him."
Gu Yuan's face suddenly turned red.
He certainly doesn't look like one.
With a thin body, washed-out clothes and a childish face, he doesn't look like a "master" at all.
"Tell her that she has been harassed by a woman wearing red clothes and whose face cannot be seen." Ji Yunzhou suddenly said.
Gu Yuan was stunned for a moment, but still relayed the story truthfully: "Have you...recently often dreamed of a woman in red clothes with an unclear face?"
The woman's face turned pale in an instant: "How do you know?"
The look in his eyes when he looked at Gu Yuan instantly changed from disbelief to looking at a half-immortal.
"She has a yin energy around her neck."
Ji Yunzhou continued, "Ask her if she received a second-hand piece of jewelry."
After Gu Yuan repeated the story, the woman covered the jade pendant around her neck in fear: "I bought this at the antique market last week... Could it be..."
"Tell her to throw that thing away, preferably into running water, the sooner the better."
Ji Yunzhou instructed: "Draw another Taoist talisman for her to ensure that she will not have nightmares for three days."
Gu Yuan quickly took out the prepared yellow paper and cinnabar from his bag.
Ji Yunzhou said, "Let me control your hands."
Gu Yuan felt his hands go cold, and then, pulled by an invisible force, he drew a complex and mysterious rune with his pen.
Gu Yuan himself was stunned.
"Okay, that's it. Tell her it's three million, no cheating."
Ji Yunzhou's voice carried a sense of justified pride.
Gu Yuan: "!!!"
Three million? Do I look like three million to you?
Even if you tear me apart and sell me by weight, I'm not worth this fraction!
He nearly choked on his own saliva.
He hesitated for a moment, ignoring Ji Yunzhou's roar in his head: "How dare you question my worth? This is what I'm worth! Any less is blasphemy!"
He whispered, "This... three, three hundred will be enough..."
"Idiot! Prodigal! You're blind if you don't know what's good!"
Ji Yunzhou's roar almost shattered Gu Yuan's brain:
"The talisman I personally drew is only worth three hundred? You're giving it to a beggar?"
The woman readily took out three hundred yuan and said, "If it really works, I'll pay more!"
She carefully put away the talisman and left in a hurry.
That’s how the first business was done.
Gu Yuan was holding three hundred-yuan bills, feeling a little dazed.
"What are you still staring at? Are you obsessed with money? Close the stall! Go home!"
Ji Yunzhou suddenly said, "Your body is almost reaching its limit."
Only then did Gu Yuan realize how tired he was.
His back was soaked with sweat and his fingers were trembling slightly.
"Thank you... Lord Ghost King."
He whispered, and this time he meant it.
"Hmph, now you know how powerful I am?"
There was a hint of pride in Ji Yunzhou's voice.
Gu Yuan nodded and carefully put away the piece of paper with the words "fortune telling and face reading" written on it.
When he stood up, his legs went weak and he almost fell, but fortunately he held onto the railing of the overpass.
"Slower!"
Ji Yunzhou's voice suddenly became tense:
"Give me your broken body... I'll take a few steps for you! I'll save you from falling down with me!"
Gu Yuan leaned against the railing and couldn't help but laugh softly.
This tough-mouthed, soft-hearted, arrogant, and immature bastard.
It's actually quite cute.
Ji Yunzhou, however, had no idea that he had become associated with the word "cute" in the stubborn boy's mind.
At this moment, he just wanted to suppress the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
Why did his heart tighten when this sickly man stumbled?
Is it really because of the thousand years of loneliness that he has never been contaminated by the worldly atmosphere?
After sleeping with this guy a few times, you've become addicted to it?
Or...he, the Ghost King, actually still has that damn virgin complex?
The thought made him feel nauseous and absurd.
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