I’ve Gone Viral Because of a Money-Saving Variety Show

Chapter 119: Chapter 114: Will this make the Immortal think I am showing off my wealth? Chapter 119: Chapter 114: Will this make the Immortal think I am showing off my wealth? Zheng He has indeed faced a series of misfortunes lately.
And he just happens to want to change his luck by finding someone to tell his fortune.
Isn’t this a coincidence?
The fortune-teller is right in front of him, and he just so happens to have money on hand.
Plus, even if he spends money today, he can ask his online friends for more tomorrow.
Because it’s really too easy to beg for money online!
But isn’t this idea of defying fate a bit too mystical?
He is no longer that gullible person from the past!
Zheng He slipped his phone into his pocket, turned sideways, and sized up the old man in front of him with a skeptical look.
The old man appeared to be about sixty, dressed in a deep blue robe, wearing a matching Taoist hat, with a string of Buddhist beads on his neck and wrist, carrying on his shoulder an old-fashioned black bundle.
A fan in one hand and a duster in the other, tucked under his elbow was a Pingjin Fan, with the words ‘Divine Calculation’ on top and a large ‘Fate’ written in the middle.
He looks quite the part, but…
Zheng He quirked an eyebrow: “Old man, your mix of elements is a bit complicated, huh?”
A Taoist getup mixed with Buddhist beads, that’s not really any proper sect!
Obviously, a con artist fresh on the scene, not as knowledgeable as him.
Thinking a cheap swindler like this could scam his money, does he think he’s never seen anything, or that he’s an idiot?
Zheng He tilted his chin, indicating something was wrong with the old man’s attire.
Yet the old man maintained his calm and smiled: “You don’t understand, connections run deep up high, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Zheng He scoffed, speaking contemptuously: “Who are you kidding! You claim to have connections, I’ve got people under me, too!”
Who doesn’t have a few ancestors below them!
If he’s looking for a fortune-teller, he would definitely want a professional one, not some street scammer.
After speaking, Zheng He prepared to leave, planning to find a decent place to stay for the night, but the old fortune-teller immediately closed his fan and stretched it forward, blocking Zheng He’s path.
The fortune-telling old man spoke with a serious tone: “Young man, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. I felt a predestined connection between us and wanted to help you avert the upcoming disaster. Besides, you’re currently shrouded in bad luck, and if you don’t figure out a solution soon, I’m afraid it won’t end well…”
Zheng He really did feel beset by bad luck, and now the fortune-telling old man had mentioned an impending great disaster, which set him into a bit of a panic.
He wanted to walk away, but his legs felt a bit wobbly from fright.
However, he couldn’t show it, couldn’t let this scammer find out he was easy to fool.
Zheng He swallowed slightly, trying to appear calm as he spoke: “How do I know if your prediction is accurate? Give me a free trial first, and if it’s accurate, I’ll believe you!”
The fortune-telling old man sandwiched his fan between his elbows and gazed at Zheng He’s face, calculating with his fingers: “Lately, your financial luck has been poor, often losing money, and you’ve even been harmed by malicious people, resulting in an unfortunate life path. Am I right?”
Zheng He was stunned.
This old man’s prediction was pretty on point!
Wait a second…
Zheng He questioned: “You couldn’t have watched my livestream and thus know so much about my situation, could you?”
The fortune-telling old man smiled mysteriously: “This was divined by me and has nothing to do with the livestream. Moreover, all that frivolous and superficial stuff in livestream videos only distracts us cultivators from our spiritual hearts and disturbs our serenity, so I never watch them.”
Zheng He looked at him half in belief and half in doubt—who knows if he watches or not? If he hadn’t been on a livestream show, he might have believed the old man’s pretentious mumbo jumbo, but now, he’s no longer the gullible Zheng He, he’s grown!
Zheng He sneered, “Nowadays, who doesn’t watch live streams? Do you really take me for a fool?”
“You might not believe me, but I haven’t lied to you. The reason you’re so wary of me is that you’ve been plagued by misfortune and lost money in the past, so you don’t trust me. But that’s okay; I’ll prove to you that I’m here to help you.”
“So, how much money do you want to con me out of?”
“I don’t want any money.”
“!!!” Zheng He was stunned once again.
Whenever the fortune-telling old man named a price, Zheng He wouldn’t hesitate to turn on his heels and run.
Because he never believed the old man was reliable from the start.
But the fact that the old man said he didn’t want any money was a huge surprise!
Not taking advantage of freebies is stupid.
Zheng He was already itching to go for it, but he kept a calm facade and said, “Really? Don’t end up asking me for money later on.”
The fortune-telling old man laughed, “I definitely won’t. As I said earlier, I feel a connection with you and want to help you overcome this calamity.”
Upon hearing this, all of Zheng He’s suspicions vanished. Would a con artist tell his fortune for free? That’s impossible!
Even though the master’s clothes and accessories seemed mismatched, there must be a reason why the master dressed that way!
And maybe this is the new trend of the era!
Zheng He’s expression changed instantly as he quickly bent over and fawned with a smile, “Master, you truly have grandeur! I also feel a strong connection with you! Alright then, help me change my fate against the heavens, and I want to transfer my bad luck to those who curse me. Can you do that for me?”
The fortune-telling old man said proudly, “Of course, as long as you are sincere, I can do anything for you.”
“How do you judge sincerity?”
“It’s about showing your sincerity so that the immortals above can see it.”
Zheng He furrowed his brows, looking puzzled, “What sincerity?”
The fortune-telling old man explained patiently, “Sincerity is your most precious possession.”
The most precious thing? For Zheng He, of course, the most precious thing was…
Zheng He: “… You don’t want money, are you asking for my life?”
“…” The fortune-telling old man became speechless: “If I take your life to help you change your fortune, how would you enjoy it? Besides, I tell fortunes, I don’t take lives.”
“That makes sense, so what do you want…” Zheng He trailed off, then chuckled and cut to the chase, “In the end, don’t you just want to ask me for money? And yet you say you’re not trying to con me!”
The fortune-telling old man explained, “You’re mistaken; the money isn’t for me. It’s for offering to the immortals, and after I’ve changed your luck, the money you put out will still be yours.
If you truly don’t trust me, I won’t touch the money you take out at all. Does that reassure you?”
Zheng He: “So you’re saying I just show the money to the immortals and then take it back? Wouldn’t that make the immortals think I’m showing off? That doesn’t seem very appropriate, does it?”
The fortune-telling old man: “…” Suddenly had the urge to take a life; what’s with that?
Really wanted to crack open this kid’s head to see what it’s made of!
The fortune-telling old man: “In the eyes of the immortals, the money of the mortal world is just a piece of white paper, but money is also what mortals value most and can prove their sincerity. So the immortals don’t care how much money you take out, but rather how sincere you are. The more sincerity you have, the stronger the effect of changing your fate.”
Zheng He finally understood.
He had just over 5,000 yuan in his pocket. Since the fortune-telling old man said he’d return it to him, he might as well take it all out.
Would this be enough to show his sincerity?