Often, the best way to hide something was to have people's perception of it kill it outright.
If what you did contradicted common sense, then forget hiding yourself—even if you wanted to stop hiding and expose yourself, it would still be incredibly difficult.
The situation before him was a perfect example.
As for what had happened to the Xu father and son, Fu Qian made no attempt to hide that he was responsible. Even his earlier actions had been strange.
Yet even so, Young Master Qin and the others had never once considered that he was really the culprit.
Judging by their reaction to his confession just now, they probably thought he was having another psychotic episode.
And in the entire room, the only one who believed him was probably the other lunatic.
Looking at Lady Xixi, who was laughing happily, Fu Qian had no doubt that she genuinely believed him.
It was just that she understood how he had done it through an entirely different kind of logic, using the concepts of "scripts" and "actors."
Even then, she had questioned the script and suggested revisions, which showed just how unbelievable it all was.
"Heh... Everyone's glad to see someone like that meet a fate like this, but wasn't the process a little too fantastical? Wouldn't something like going bankrupt when the weather turned cold have worked better?"
"Exactly."
Fu Qian sighed.
"The problem is that I'm broke. It was easier to just do it myself."
"I have money."
Lady Xixi kept smiling as she dragged over the box she'd set aside after coming in and pushed it straight toward him.
"Here. Your consulting fee."
That much!
Before Fu Qian could say anything, everyone else was already staring.
The method of payment was a little old-fashioned, but the visual impact