Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Ah Biao looked deeply wronged.
“You only told me to report him. You never said how far I should take it.”
“So now this is my fault?” the Driver asked incredulously.
“Of course it is. Give clearer instructions next time.”
The Driver fell silent.
“Fine, fine. This one was my fault. And you too, Statue. Wishing for him to become infertile was an excellent choice, but I never told you to make all his money disappear! Our first fortune-telling job earned us nothing, and we even lost thirty yuan.”
“Thirty-three,” the Old Man corrected. “He grabbed a bottle of soda on the way in. I’m putting it on your tab. Pay me back in Yin Coins.”
The Driver stared at him.
That soda had probably expired years ago. How did the old bastard have the nerve to charge for it?
He looked at the Statue. The sign on its chest began flashing wildly.
“I can’t control it either! The way a wish comes true is random. If I could control it, I would have escaped ages ago. Why would I still be here suffering?”
“Hey, hey, hey. We’re having a discussion. That resentful attitude is unacceptable. This is your first warning. Don’t do it again!”
The Statue went silent.
“In any case, let’s put our heads together. What kind of target should we trick… tell fortunes for next time?” the Driver asked earnestly.
“I think you should leave your friends alone for now. All your friends are wealthy. They’ve seen everything there is to see. Liu Ye’s little tricks won’t fool them. We should target people from the lower-middle income bracket instead,” Yellow Hair suggested.
The moment Yellow Hair finished, the Driver grew offended.
“What did you just say?”
Yellow Hair froze, then suddenly understood. Teacher might be a walking disaster, but they had lived together for a long time and formed a bond. It really had been unfair of him to speak about Teacher that way.
“Brother Lü, I…”
“Who says I don’t have any poor friends? Who are you looking down on?”
Smack!
The Driver slapped a box of business cards onto the table.
“I know plenty of people without money. Come on, everyone. Pick a target.”
Yellow Hair stared at him.
Pah!
One month later…
Late one night, an exhausted Worker returned home after his shift. It was supposed to be a holiday, yet he had still been forced to work overtime until the middle of the night.
All he wanted was a good night’s sleep. But when he reached his building, he saw a small stall set up downstairs. Looking more closely, the man realized it was a fortune-telling stand.
“Good grief. What century is this? People still tell fortunes by the roadside?”
He was about to leave when a dark figure suddenly embraced him from behind and melted into his body. In that instant, the Worker lost consciousness. When he came to, he was already sitting in front of the fortune-telling stall.
“Big Brother, isn’t it wrong to drag people over here by force?” Liu Ye whispered.
From his perspective, Ah Biao had physically forced the man into the seat.
“Don’t worry about that. Read his fortune!”
The Driver glared fiercely. On closer inspection, he looked far more haggard than usual, as if he hadn’t slept in days. His bloodshot eyes made him look terrifying.
Ah Biao beside him looked equally disheveled.
Liu Ye shrank back, then announced, “Liu Family Fortune-Telling! If it isn’t accurate, you don’t pay!”
The Worker was thoroughly confused. He had been heading home. How had he suddenly ended up sitting here?
“Sorry, I don’t-”
He started to rise, only to see two burly men standing behind Liu Ye, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.
The Worker immediately sat back down.
He had run into robbers!
“Uh, sir, what would you like me to divine?”
“Why don’t we… forget it?” the Worker ventured.
Whoosh!
A knife buried itself in the table before him. The Worker’s face turned green.
“I-I’d like to ask about my love life!”
He was crying inside. Had robbery really become this elaborate?
“Ah, your love life. Sir, judging by your face, your romantic prospects are rather troubled,” Liu Ye said with a sigh.
He was proficient at the job now. He hardly needed to consult his notes before speaking. Then again, there were only a handful of lines to memorize. Whatever the other person asked about, that part of their life was troubled.
“How are they troubled?”
The Worker suddenly became serious.
“Your facial structure is the famous floor-drain countenance.”
“A floor drain? Isn’t that part of a toilet?” the Worker cried in shock.
“Exactly. And what is a toilet? A place people use and leave. That proves the other person doesn’t even treat you like a human being. She uses you, then throws you aside.”
Liu Ye was merely following the Worker’s lead, but the man became excited.
“Master, you’re incredibly accurate! That’s exactly how my goddess treats me. She comes to me when she needs something and ignores me when she doesn’t. What should I do?”
“Pay up. The Master will solve it for you,” Ah Biao suddenly cut in.
Then he and the Driver looked warily around them, as if guarding against something.
The Worker hurriedly took out his phone to transfer the money.
Just then, a police car came speeding toward them.
“Yang Erniu! You are suspected of embezzlement. Come with us.”
Click!
A pair of silver bracelets snapped around his wrists. The officers deftly stuffed him into the car with practiced ease.
Then one of the officers saluted Liu Ye.
“Mr. Liu Ye, this bastard embezzled more than three hundred million yuan to shower female livestreamers with donations. No wonder your predictions are so accur-”
Before Officer Han could finish, the two black figures nearby shot toward him!
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
Liu Ye wrapped an arm around both the Driver’s and Ah Biao’s waists and said awkwardly, “Officer Han, you should hurry up and leave. If you wait any longer, I’m afraid he’ll bite you.”
Officer Han wiped the sweat from his brow and said guiltily, “Come by the station when you have time. We have a commendation banner for you.”
With that, Officer Han hurried away.
Half an hour later, inside Rose Apartment, the haggard Driver and Ah Biao lay on a bed. The Old Man washed two handkerchiefs and placed the damp cloths on their foreheads.
“What happened to you two? Weren’t you out telling fortunes? How did you end up looking like this?” the Old Man asked in confusion.
The Driver had said he was taking Liu Ye and Ah Biao to set up a stall on Fortune-Telling Street and wouldn’t be back for a while. Why had they suddenly returned in this state?
A tear slowly slid from the corner of the Driver’s eye.
“This is outright bullying of Fiends. Do you have any idea how I’ve spent the past month?”
“How?”
Yellow Hair leaned closer too.
“On the first day, we set up our stall and had pretty good luck. An old man came over and said his child had a job interview that day. He wanted to know whether the kid would pass.”
“Wasn’t that perfect?”
With their abilities, helping the old man’s child pass an interview should have been easy.
“Exactly. That’s what I thought. We could simply say yes. So I had Liu Ye predict success, then sent Ah Biao over to mesmerize the interviewer and make him hire the old man’s grandson.”
“Then it worked!” the Old Man said, puzzled.
“It worked! But his grandfather went to prison!”
The Driver abruptly sat up and roared.