“I’ve never been predicting fate.” What I read are the tricks, the traps, and the people using the word “fate” to pick your pocket.
Chen Zhibai doesn’t burn incense, change people’s fortunes, or take money from those desperate to be saved. He only dismantles scams disguised as destiny readings. At the school gate, he spots the mistake in the Zhouyi Association president’s birth-hour calculation at a glance, saving a girl twenty yuan. He publicly urges the vice principal to get his cardiovascular system checked, saving him from an aortic dissection. Then he brings the forum’s lofty “master” onstage and, with three questions, leaves him unable to complete a chart reading.
His grandfather used to say: The Eight Characters are bones, and people are flesh. Anyone who looks at the bones but not the flesh is a coroner, not a fortune-teller.
This is a **skepticism-busting, skill-driven power fantasy**: every scam is dismantled with real expertise.
