Spearhead Points

The next morning, a single stone stirred up a thousand waves. The article criticizing Shen Qiong was being widely circulated online.

Meanwhile, Shen Qiong was completely unaware. He was looking at the I Ching and said in surprise, "Why hasn't the client who booked an appointment arrived yet?"

Ren Tianxue was happily eating vanilla ice cream when she suddenly said, "Oh, right, I ran into Yuan Jiancheng yesterday. You know, that elementary school teacher who trades stocks."

Shen Qiong put down the book, picked up his steaming teacup, and shook his head. "That guy? No way!"

She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to tell Shen Qiong about the incident. She asked, "Actually, were you really that confident back then? Absolutely sure he would lose money trading stocks?"

Shen Qiong took a shallow sip of the new tea sent by the owner of the neighboring convenience store and said with a smile, "One hundred percent."

Seeing Shen Qiong's confidence, she didn't doubt him. After all, half a month was enough time for her to understand Shen Qiong's "skill." Although this guy was sometimes unreliable and would even refuse to do fortune telling for clients, he had never made a mistake about anything he was certain of.

Ren Tianxue sighed deeply and said in a low voice, "If he had listened to you that day, it wouldn't have turned out like this."

Huh? What's going on? Shen Qiong asked in surprise, "He didn't lose badly again, did he!"

She licked her ice cream with satisfaction before saying, "He didn't just lose badly, he was driven mad."

"What?" Shen Qiong's eyes widened as he looked at her, putting down his teacup. "What happened?"

Ren Tianxue roughly recounted the events of that day to Shen Qiong, then said with a lingering fear, "His desperate eyes were too terrifying. I was scared stiff."

Just then, her work phone, which she used specifically for booking clients, rang!!!

It was rare for anyone to call this number, as Shen Qiong had a rule against phone appointments.

She answered the phone, and a hesitant voice came from the other end. "Uh, excuse me, I had an appointment with Master Shen for fortune telling today, but I might not be able to make it due to some matters!"

She blinked in surprise. She knew that two to three hundred people tried to book an appointment with Shen Qiong every day, but only twelve were successful, making the chance extremely low. Most people who managed to get an appointment would even take time off work.

"Are you sure?" Ren Tianxue asked, her tone full of curiosity.

"Uh, yes. I have something that requires my attention, so I really can't make it. I'm so sorry."

"Alright, may I ask who you are? Please tell me your name so I can arrange a new appointment for you." Ren Tianxue served the caller politely.

A sheepish laugh came from the phone. "My name is Lin Zesheng. There's no need to reschedule. I probably don't need to see Master Shen for fortune telling anymore."

"Ah?" She looked stunned. This was the first time something like this had happened. Why would someone who went through so much trouble to book an appointment just cancel and say they wouldn't come anymore?

"Yes, that's right. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye!" The caller quickly hung up.

Shen Qiong was very curious. What kind of phone call could make the usually composed young woman look so flustered?

Ren Tianxue looked at Shen Qiong with a worried expression and said cautiously, "I think there's something fishy going on. The client suddenly canceled, and he even said he wouldn't come again."

Shen Qiong raised an eyebrow and murmured, "That's strange!"

"I just feel something is off. Did something happen that we don't know about?" Ren Tianxue's senses picked up on the unusual nature of the situation.

"There haven't been any troublemakers recently! Nor any special clients." Shen Qiong pondered that he hadn't offended anyone.

The two suddenly looked at each other with perfect understanding and said in unison, "Yuan Jiancheng?"

Shen Qiong immediately logged onto Weibo. He didn't check his own account first but went directly to Chen Yuxiang's Weibo in his friend list. If there was any gossip, Chen Yuxiang's Weibo would surely have an update.

However, the result was not as expected. Shen Qiong only saw a few posts about daily life on Chen Yuxiang's Weibo, accompanied by photos of beautiful young women, which successfully garnered many likes.

Meanwhile, Ren Tianxue logged into her own Weibo and checked Shen Qiong's account for any strange comments.

She suddenly called out, "Shen Qiong, come look at this."

Shen Qiong immediately walked over and leaned next to her. A faint scent of her perfume wafted into his nose, but he wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. The screen of her phone displayed his Weibo account, and the comments left them both dumbfounded.

"Bullshit Master Shen, causing so much harm."

"Finally saw a person's true colors. Truly ugly and disgusting."

These two comments had accumulated nearly a hundred likes? What was going on? Most of the people who followed his Weibo were his fans. Very few people would criticize him. He had never imagined that such blatant criticism would appear.

Shen Qiong recognized some of the commenters as fans who had previously supported him. A netizen named "Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes" commented: "My bad for being blind, I even spoke up for him more than once."

Many people below echoed the sentiment, denouncing Shen Qiong: "I never expected Master Shen to be this kind of person. It seems that with great fame comes great arrogance."

"More than arrogant, he has no one in his eyes. I just ask, Master Shen, do you dare to bet with me? We don't need double the odds; one-to-one is fine. If I win ten thousand in stocks, you give me another ten thousand."

"Honestly, who wouldn't be tempted by such a bet? Taking on double the risk for triple the profit."

"Everyone, calm down. Actually, I don't think Master Shen is to blame. It's that person who was too greedy."

After glancing through some of the comments, they knew it was indeed related to Yuan Jiancheng, and the matter had escalated.

Shen Qiong returned to his seat and continued to frown as he read the comments. If it weren't for the fact that some people still supported him, he would have lost his temper and cursed long ago.

"Are you guys stupid? It's obvious that Master Shen didn't have confidence in the other party's stock trading, which is why he made the bet. Listen to the recording a few more times. Master Shen's tone was very firm, with a sense of disappointment in his failure." A netizen named "Big Bean" spoke up in Shen Qiong's defense.

Instantly, countless people attacked "Big Bean's" comment. "Get lost! The recording is proof. No matter how much disappointment there is, it's still a bet, and a bet that can ruin people."

"To be honest, Master Shen's money was earned from people like us. We are all responsible for him having the confidence to harm others."

"Right! I'm never going to him for fortune telling again. My family and friends won't either. Let's make him eat dirt!"

On the internet, once someone takes the lead, many others will follow. The number of people criticizing Shen Qiong far outnumbered those who supported him.

Shen Qiong finally found a link to the so-called truth of the matter in one of the comments.

He clicked on it and, after less than thirty seconds, his face turned dark. He immediately cursed, "Son of a bitch."