Urban: I'm Just a Fortune-Teller

On a pedestrian overpass in downtown Hangcheng sits a strange little fortune-telling stall.

Two folding stools, with simple white banners hanging on the railings behind them, one on each side.

The left banner reads: One reading a day, ask about anything.

The right banner reads: Pay if you believe, or don't if you don't.

Yet this peculiar little stall draws wealthy tycoons worth hundreds of billions, A-list actresses, and powerful figures with influence over entire regions.

Jack Ma: Master Zhuang, how will my fortunes look this year?

A-list actress Weiwei: Master Zhuang, would you be interested in making a cameo as a martial arts fighter?

A powerful figure from the capital: Master Zhuang, I wonder if you'd sell me a couple of those pills?

Faced with requests from the top figures in every industry, Zhuang Yun smiled faintly.

“I'm just a fortune-teller.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.