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Wang Qi blinked, intrigued by the smooth talk. It sounded nice, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was a bit of a con. "So, what kind of goldfish are we talking about, and what kind of potted plant?" Wang Qi asked, suspecting the other person might be trying to sell him something to make a profit. Fortune-telling might be free, but buying things definitely wasn't. "The goldfish