"How could you tell that my dad died early?"
"This is another secret ... Well, this one is simple. You see, the year column overcomes the heaven, the indirect wealth is weak, and there are hidden penalties..."
In just a few minutes, the old man had made two hundred and was grinning ear to ear as he flaunted his fortune-telling skills. It was useless to learn since preaching from the book was just courting disaster.
Qin Guanglin nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding, but actually, he hadn't understood a single word.
However, not understanding was one thing, but the convincing manner in which it was explained made him 80 percent believing. He couldn't fathom how someone could fabricate so many details.
"Got it?" the old man flicked a finger on two red banknotes and chuckled, "What else do you want to know?"
"Can your fortune-telling predict how many moles someone has or where they have been scratched?" Qin Guanglin asked.
"Impossible!"
