"Y-young man, how did you know..."

The shop owner stared wide-eyed, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, and asked shakily.

Bai Wu also felt that his earlier actions were a bit too mystical.

Unhurried and calm, he glanced up at the owner.

"What are the chances of fooling the owner by pretending to be a fortune teller?"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a percentage appeared above the owner's head: 50%.

"What if I add a bit more, claiming my ancestors have been a line of fortune tellers for eighteen generations?"

The success rate rose from 50% to 64%!

"Just barely passing."

Bai Wu muttered to himself, then gave the owner a mysterious smile and said, "Actually, I'm a fortune teller. Don't confuse me with those frauds under the bridge in the market outside. My family's fortune-telling lineage dates back to the Zhou Dynasty, with a history of two to three thousand years!"

The success rate above the owner's head fluctuated: 63%.

"Two to three thousand years of fortune-telling heritage? Young man, let me tell you, I'm a firm believer in science. I don't believe in any of this supernatural stuff!" the owner said skeptically. "Besides, if your family's fortune-telling skills have been around for two to three thousand years, why haven't I heard of it? It should be famous, right?"

"My family has always passed it down through a single line, and..."

Bai Wu sighed and said seriously, "Revealing the secrets of heaven brings divine retribution. My family's fortune-telling lineage never gets involved in the rise and fall of dynasties, which is why it's not well-known."

The success rate above the owner's head wavered slightly, becoming 65%.

Seizing the opportunity, Bai Wu pointed at the scratched lottery tickets on the counter and said, "Owner, you've already witnessed my fortune-telling skills!"

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The owner was taken aback.

He glanced at the scratched lottery tickets, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The success rate soared to 80%.

"Could it be..."

Before the owner could finish, Bai Wu smiled and said, "That's right. I just did a fortune-telling for myself about wealth. These winning lottery tickets were all calculated by me! The reason I stopped was because of the backlash from the heavens, and those ten consecutive losing tickets were a sign of that backlash!"

As soon as he said this, the success rate above the owner's head shot up to 90%.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is. I was wondering why I had such good luck, winning two ten-thousand-yuan prizes in a row with scratch cards..." the owner muttered to himself.

"When I was about to leave earlier, I suddenly felt something was off, so I did a quick fortune-telling. It showed that if I continued to lean against this door, there would be a disaster, so I stepped back!" Bai Wu continued.

Success rate: 93%!

"Young man, no, no, Master, Master, I wonder what it costs to have you do a fortune-telling for me. I'd like to have one..." The owner looked at Bai Wu with wide eyes, full of hope.

"Alright, alright!"

Bai Wu stared mysteriously at the owner for a while, then shook his head and said, "Our lineage of fortune-telling emphasizes karma. I just influenced your future business for my own wealth, which is the cause. Where there's a cause, there must be an effect. So, owner, what would you like to know?"

"I'd like the Master to tell me about my financial luck. My hometown is undergoing demolition recently, but the compensation hasn't been negotiated yet. I want the Master to tell me how much compensation I should ask for that the other party would accept!" the owner said, looking at Bai Wu with anticipation.

"What do you think is a reasonable price?" Bai Wu asked.

"At least two to three hundred square meters of housing, surely a compensation of ten thousand per square meter is reasonable..." the owner hesitated.

"I see!"

Bai Wu closed his eyes.

"What is the success rate of the owner asking for two million in compensation?"

100%!

"What about three million?"

100%!

"Four million?"

100%!

"Damn, what about five million?"

10%!

"Four million five hundred thousand?"

80%!

"Four million eight hundred thousand?"

50%!

"Four million three hundred thousand?"

99%!

"Four million two hundred ninety thousand?"

100%!

The lottery shop fell silent.

Under the owner's intense gaze, Bai Wu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Master, did you figure it out?" the owner asked excitedly.

"Yes!"

Bai Wu nodded and said, "Owner, if you ask for four million three hundred thousand, I can guarantee the other party will agree without hesitation. If you ask for four million five hundred thousand, there's an eighty percent chance they'll agree. If you ask for four million eight hundred thousand, there's a fifty percent chance..."

"Four million!!!?"

The owner's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "That much? Master, are you sure about this?"

"If the owner doesn't believe me, you can call them right now and try!"

Bai Wu also wanted to see how powerful his golden finger was.

"Alright, alright, I'll call, I'll call right now!"

The owner hurriedly took out his phone and dialed.

A minute later.

"They agreed, they agreed, they really agreed, four million three hundred thousand, they didn't even think about it, just agreed!"

The owner shouted excitedly, then turned, eyes shining, face glowing, and stared at Bai Wu, "Master, you're truly a divine calculator. No, no, karma, Master, the result you've given me is too great, the karma is unbalanced, no, no, here's what I'll do, Master, I'll transfer three hundred thousand to you as compensation!"

Bai Wu was about to pretend to refuse, but before he could speak, he saw the owner pressing buttons on his phone.

The phone vibrated.

Bai Wu picked up his phone and looked.

"China Construction Bank reminds you, 300,000 yuan has been transferred to your account ending in 2333, balance 336,860 yuan."