This made Qing Yuan, who could also say a couple of sweet nothings and pretend to tell fortunes, curiously stop in his tracks.
Oh ho, running into a fellow tradesman?
Thinking thus, he grew curious about how his peer would perform, and what sort of comforting words he would use.
After all, as everyone knows,
Fortune-telling is merely a profession of saying nice things.
Who really knows their fate? All you get is a high EQ, good-looking guy who says what you want to hear.
If Qing Yuan realized this guy was just saying nice things to make people happy and earn a hard buck, then there was nothing to it.
But if he was a scam artist, then he would immediately call the police.
However, after stopping and watching for a while,
Qing Yuan noticed something a bit unusual about this guy's routine.
Or perhaps it should be described as...
Abstract?!
But, there seemed to be something else?
At this moment, in Qing Yuan's opinion,
