C13 The Fortune Teller at the Bottom of Bridge 1

Qiao Xi wasn't quite sure how he managed to walk out of the entertainment company. His mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear a thing until Gu Yuan slipped a check into his hand, snapping him back to reality.

"Take this two million," Gu Yuan said with a casual smile, as if she were handing over a couple of bucks instead of a small fortune.

Qiao Xi was momentarily at a loss, covering his mouth in an exaggerated manner. "You're not trying to buy off our friendship with money, are you?"

Gu Yuan was momentarily taken aback by his dramatic display of affection.

"Then give it back," she said, pretending to reach for the check.

There was no way Qiao Xi would let her succeed. He clutched it tightly, speaking earnestly, "Forget friendship, even if you wanted my body, I'd be willing!"

Gu Yuan instinctively glanced him up and down, then smirked with a hint of disdain. "Please, with what little you've got, I'm not that desperate."

Feeling the sting of her sarcasm, Qiao Xi pouted, poking Gu Yuan's chest with a finger, feigning tears. "I never thought you'd be like this!"

Gu Yuan rolled her eyes at him and flagged down a cab. Qiao Xi quickly asked, "Where are you headed? I'll take you."

"Off to make a big deal!" Gu Yuan replied with a meaningful smile. With that, she got into the cab. "Driver, to South Bridge, please."

Even though Gu Yuan made ten million today, she still wasn't satisfied. Fortune-telling and face-reading are like peeking into the mysteries of the universe. If things go south, there's always the risk of backlash. To truly thrive in this world, you need to be full of good karma, or else you might end up getting hurt by the backlash.

Thinking about this, Gu Yuan couldn't help but sigh. There's still a long road ahead to achieve that level of good karma.

Gu Yuan took out her phone and scrolled through it a bit. Sure enough, she saw that a certain entertainment company had announced on social media that they were terminating their contract with her. A lot of haters were thrilled about the news, clapping and cheering. Gu Yuan noticed a few particularly harsh comments, raised an eyebrow, gave them a like, and then slipped her phone back into her pocket.

About ten minutes later, Gu Yuan arrived under the South Bridge. Watching the people coming and going, she opened her backpack, pulled out some gear, and spread a tablecloth she had found somewhere on the ground. Then she took out a small folding chair from her bag and sat down next to a young man selling trinkets.

Today, Gu Yuan was dressed in sportswear, with a baseball cap on her head and a mask covering her face, leaving only her eyes visible. Unless someone was a die-hard fan, almost no one could recognize her.

Lin Fan was a regular vendor under the South Bridge, often selling accessories for girls and handmade crafts. Today, as usual, he set up his stall in his usual spot. But next to him appeared a peculiar person. Seeing the tablecloth spread out with the words "Fortune-Telling and Face-Reading" written on it, Lin Fan shook his head, thinking to himself, "Another street charlatan."

Gu Yuan never imagined that her first day of business would be such a disaster—no one came to her for a fortune telling! She sat idly under the bridge for two hours.

Seeing this, Lin Fan, who was nearby, couldn't help but offer some comfort to the newcomer. "Hey... are you really strapped for cash?"

Gu Yuan turned to look at Lin Fan, who had spoken to her, and after a moment, replied, "Yeah, I really am." To achieve a life full of good deeds, she'd need to donate billions, and she only had a mere million. In comparison, she was definitely short on money.