Chapter Eight: The Unjustly Accused
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Finds Ginseng in the Wardrobe.
It's the kind of ginseng in a fancy box.
The packaging looks expensive.
Fang Yi opened it and took out a ginseng root.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally took a bite.
It was a little bitter at first, but then it tasted a little sweet.
Before long, he finished the ginseng.
Fang Yi actually felt a lot of fatigue disappear instantly. "Wow, ginseng really works!"
He quickly ate another ginseng root.
Soon, he finished five ginseng roots.
Fang Yi actually felt that he had recovered about 70-80%.
You have to know that he was in a state of extreme exhaustion before. Yesterday afternoon, even though it wasn't that bad, he ate four dishes and a soup, plus a whole rice cooker of rice!
"I didn't expect ginseng to be so effective. I'll quickly search for this brand and see how much it costs. If it's cheap, I'll buy more."
He took out his phone and searched, then couldn't help but curse, "Damn, a box of ginseng like this costs more than a thousand yuan?" He
only had a little over ten thousand yuan in his bank account, which wouldn't last long.
More importantly, Fang Yi was going to Longhu Mountain.
He needed money for food and other expenses along the way. "
I can't possibly spend all of it on ginseng, can I?
Fang Yi pondered how to make money.
Earning money through regular work was too slow.
He didn't have any special skills, so it would be difficult to accumulate a lot of money quickly.
"It seems my biggest skill right now is reading people's lives. Maybe I should set up a fortune-telling stall? The kind where one fortune is worth 100,000 yuan, see if any suckers will fall for it?"
He even found the idea ridiculous.
Who would be so foolish as to spend 100,000 yuan on a fortune?
Maybe there really are such fools?
Fang Yi blinked and decided to give it a try.
After all, he couldn't think of any other way to make a lot of money quickly.
He found a piece of white cloth at home and cut it into a rectangle.
He then found a brush and ink he hadn't used in years and wrote "100,000 yuan per fortune" on the cloth.
After it dried, Fang Yi walked to the south side of the road and took a bus to the county.
The county.
Fang Yi remembered a place with many fortune-telling swindlers, near the entrance of a small park.
He found the place according to his memory and discovered it was already filled with a row of elderly women and men.
Each vendor appeared highly professional, displaying compasses, I Ching diagrams, and other such items at their stalls.
They all had small signs advertising fortune-telling for 20 yuan a day.
Logically, Fang Yi, with only a white cloth advertising 100,000 yuan a day and setting up his stall for the first time, should have been quite embarrassed.
However, since realizing he was a superhuman, Fang Yi had become indifferent to others' opinions.
He calmly found a corner to sit down and spread the white cloth flat on the floor tiles in front of him.
An elderly woman and man not far from him saw him and began pointing and whispering.
"Young man, are you crazy for money?"
"Yeah, 100,000 yuan a day? Haha, these young people nowadays."
The woman and man exchanged quiet conversation.
Fang Yi remained unmoved, simply sitting there waiting to see if any suckers would take advantage of him.
Because the crowd was quite dense, people soon noticed him.
However, most people reacted the same way as the elderly woman and man beside him, thinking Fang Yi was delusional.
Some even mocked him.
Fang Yi remained composed, not getting angry at all from the ridicule.
He waited.
He waited.
An hour passed.
Not a single customer.
Two hours passed, still no one.
Meanwhile, the elderly couple next door had taken several customers, each earning about a hundred yuan.
Perhaps Fang Yi's writing was a bit sensationalist, because more and more people gathered around.
"So young and already out here scamming?"
"Sigh, people these days, all they think about is being lazy and good-for-nothing."
"Right? He can't even scam properly. Look at those old folks, they get twenty yuan for a fortune telling. Even if someone doesn't believe in fortune telling, they're happy to pay twenty yuan if they have an emergency. You're offering a hundred thousand? Do you really think you're Yuan Tiangang?"
"I want to see if any sucker will fall for his tricks!"
"How could there be such a fool? I think you're overthinking it."
A group of people pointed and whispered.
Fang Yi remained unmoved, continuing to wait for a sucker to arrive.
Another two hours passed, and it was almost afternoon.
Many people returned from lunch and saw Fang Yi still there, becoming even more speechless.
Fang Yi, however, didn't find it boring at all.
He had been in a semi-cultivational state with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, a Mercedes stopped not far away.
Inside the car, two people were pointing and talking.
The young man in the driver's seat said, "Boss, this is it."
The plump, elderly man in his sixties in the back seat adjusted his reading glasses, looked in Fang Yi's direction, and frowned, saying, "So young? This kind of person is definitely a swindler."
The young man said, "I also think he's a swindler, but you heard someone offered 100,000 yuan for a divination and insisted on coming here."
The elderly man sighed, saying, "I didn't want to either. Xiaoqing has been missing for four or five days, and there haven't been any kidnapping calls. The police have searched the entire city, but they haven't found a trace. Although I don't believe in superstition, Xiaoqing is still my daughter. Now, the only thing I can believe in is superstition. Let's try him."
The young man said, "Then you should find someone more famous. What does this greenhorn know?"
"I've consulted those masters before, and none of them were accurate," the elderly man said, quite dissatisfied. "Since he dares to ask for 100,000 yuan for a divination, he must have some skill. Let's go, let's go take a look."
The young man advised, "Tell him later that you won't pay if it's inaccurate. Don't be swindled out of 100,000 yuan for nothing."
“I know.”
The elderly man opened the car door and walked towards Fang Yi.
The young man also got out of the car, locked it, and followed.
A large group of people were still pointing and whispering.
The elderly man and the young man had already pushed through the crowd and stood before him.
Fang Yi sensed that someone had arrived and slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps because he had just finished cultivating, a glint flashed in his eyes.
This radiance was imperceptible to ordinary people, for it was the spiritual light of a cultivator.
However, the elderly man saw a profound depth in Fang Yi's newly opened eyes and was momentarily stunned.
"Fortune telling?" Fang Yi asked.
The elderly man then came to his senses, squatted down, and said, "Yes, 100,000 for a reading?"
Fang Yi calmly replied, "No money if it's inaccurate."
The elderly man smiled. "Alright, let's make it clear beforehand. I'll only pay you afterward if it's accurate; otherwise, I won't give you a single penny."
Fang Yi nodded. "Okay."
"Are there really people who want his fortune told?"
"Wow, so many suckers." "
Isn't that right? 100,000 for a reading and people still fall for it?"
"I really don't understand what rich people in this world are thinking."
"Don't argue, maybe this young man really has some skill. Let's see if he's accurate."
"Yes, let's see if he's accurate."
The people around were amazed.
They never expected that there would actually be "suckers" willing to have their fortunes told.
For a moment, the discussion stopped; everyone wanted to see what was so special about 100,000 for a reading.
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