The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 501

Chapter 501 - I Am a Fortune Teller

“He's my friend,” Hsu Chenyue stated in a subdued tone.

“Oh!” Murong Tian acknowledged, reaching out to Su Ming. “Brother, I'm Murong Tian. I've known Hsu Chenyue for quite some time. Since you two are friends, that makes us brothers as well. Should you need any assistance in the future, don't hesitate to reach out to me.” Murong Tian spoke with an air of pride, his head held high.

”Murong? Could it be that Brother Murong is from the renowned Murong Group?” Su Ming asked, a smile playing on his lips.

”Ah, you're quite knowledgeable, brother! Indeed, our young master is the heir to the Murong Group! Just so you know, our clothing division has opened over a dozen branches in Eastsea, and they're quite well-known,” Wang Hu called out from behind.

Hsu Chenyue hadn't noticed Wang Hu initially, and his words caught her off guard.

Hmm?

What's he doing here?

That's not right!

There was definitely a conflict last night.

Wang Hu shouldn't be this composed.

Did Su Ming do something?

Her gaze shifted to Su Ming, tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Su Ming understood Hsu Chenyue's questioning look and subtly shook his head, indicating he was also in the dark about the situation. The matter seemed to be known only to them. Yet, to an outsider, their exchange of glances could easily be misinterpreted.

Murong Tian, for instance, thought Hsu Chenyue's gaze implied, ‘See, he's looking at you again!' while Su Ming's head shake seemed to suggest, ‘I truly can't compare.'

“Young Master Murong is becoming increasingly impressive. Didn't your family have only a few branches last year? Now you have over ten?” Zhang Mengyuan said, clearly smitten.

”You haven't heard? There's a Murong Group clothing store right under our apartment complex. It's a massive space, three stories high and spanning over a thousand square meters. I've shopped there before; the clothes are absolutely stunning, just a bit on the pricey side,” Zhou Yimeng chimed in eagerly.

”Don't worry about it,” Murong Tian responded with ease. “Next time you visit, just drop my name and I'll make sure you get a 50% discount.”

Murong Tian certainly wasn't going to pass up the chance to strut his stuff. He spoke with a casual air, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of confidence.

”I want in too, I want in too!” Lee Kemeng excitedly raised her hand, bouncing up and down, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

”Absolutely, no problem at all,” Murong Tian replied, feeling on top of the world. He was the center of attention, and he knew it.

The group found their seats. Three girls gathered around Murong Tian, looking up to him with admiration. Hsu Chenyue sat beside Su Ming, her brow slightly furrowed, feeling a bit of distaste. She had been looking forward to a fun day out, so why did he have to show up?

Su Ming just smiled serenely. He knew what was going on and contentedly munched on a slice of watermelon. Observing Wang Hu trailing after Murong Tian, it was clear to him that the club's business must be closely linked to him.

After a lengthy conversation, Murong Tian's gaze settled on Su Ming once more. “Isn't this brother also employed at some prestigious place?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye and a chuckle.

”I'm just following in the family tradition,” Su Ming replied cryptically.

His comment left everyone in the room momentarily speechless. What did he mean by that? Could it be that Su Ming's family was extremely wealthy, perhaps heirs to a corporate empire, or was there some valuable family heirloom?

Hsu Chenyue, who was privy to some details about Su Ming's background, blinked in bewilderment. She knew Su Ming's parents were just ordinary country folk. It wasn't that she looked down on them, but she had never heard of them having any special skills.

Yet, Hsu Chenyue was aware of Su Ming's true identity. She knew he was none other than the renowned Mr. Su of Eastsea City. A clever girl, she had previously seen Mr. Su's car online, which was identical to the one Su Ming drove. It wasn't hard for her to put two and two together.

After all, that car was a one-of-a-kind in Eastsea, perhaps even in the whole country. Su Ming was a super-rich mogul, owning vast tracts of land in the heart of the city, with a net worth in the billions.

She understood that Su Ming preferred to keep a low profile, which is why she hadn't shared this information with anyone. What puzzled her, though, was why Su Ming had chosen to phrase things the way he did.

”Oh?”

Murong Tian's interest was piqued. “Brother, do tell, what's your craft?”

“I read fortunes by examining facial features.”

Su Ming replied earnestly.

Hsu Chenyue had just bitten into a slice of watermelon and nearly choked when she heard him.

Fortune telling?!

What in the world was Su Ming up to?

Her curiosity was instantly ignited.

She was determined to be an attentive spectator.

“You can tell fortunes?”

Murong Tian was taken aback, then burst into laughter: “Hahaha! I never would've guessed that this brother's family trade was fortune telling. Quite fascinating.”

Despite his words, his eyes betrayed a hint of scorn. How much could one possibly earn from such outdated superstitions?

He probably thought Su Ming could only swindle the naive and uninformed.

But since Su Ming had made such a claim, Murong Tian was intent on seeing him embarrass himself.

“Since you're a fortune teller, why not predict my future? Let's see what my fortunes hold.”

Murong Tian said with a casual smile.

“No problem.”

Su Ming responded crisply.

The crowd around them perked up at this.

They were in for a spectacle.

It would be foolish to miss out.

“Brother Murong, please extend your hand.”

Su Ming instructed, grinning.

Murong Tian nodded and held out his hand.

Su Ming scrutinized it closely, furrowing his brow in concentration. After a moment's thought, he shook his head, muttering under his breath. Hsu Chenyue struggled to contain her amusement; his performance was quite convincing.

“Come on, brother, do you actually know what you're doing or not?”

Murong Tian was growing impatient.

“Just a moment, just a moment, the results are coming shortly.”

Su Ming's frown deepened.

Silence enveloped the room once more.

Everyone was unsure whether to believe the act or not, watching with bated breath.

”Smack!”

Out of the blue, Su Ming slapped the table with force.

The sudden noise made everyone jump.

“Splurt!”

Lee Kemeng was in the midst of enjoying her watermelon when she accidentally spat out a mouthful, dousing Young Master Murong's face with seeds and juice.

“Young Master Murong, I'm so sorry, so sorry!”

Lee Kemeng frantically apologized, realizing she had just made a terrible blunder.

“It's all good!”

Murong Tian's expression initially fell, but he quickly regained his composure, smiling as he wiped off the watermelon seeds: “Tell me, my friend, you've figured it out now, haven't you?”

“Pretty much.”

Su Ming concluded, then withdrew his attention.

He pondered for a moment.

Shaking his head, he began, “Brother Murong, as the saying goes, a man's fortune is in his features, a woman's in her years. A full ‘Heavenly Court' signifies a life of luxury, while a square ‘Earth Court' indicates great authority. Brother Murong, your ‘Heavenly Court' is indeed full, suggesting a privileged background and wealth. However, with your left eye bright and your right eye dim, I fear your financial luck has been blocked recently, and you may face some losses.”

Murong Tian listened.

He was taken aback.

Was this mere speculation or the real deal?

It seemed quite insightful.

Typically, fortune tellers would shower him with compliments.

But Su Ming had predicted a downturn in his fortunes, a stark contrast to the usual flattery.

And yet, his assessment was spot on.