After a moment, Wang Yongrui finally turned around and crouched down, picking up the note and the red envelope...
He opened the envelope and counted the money. A full three thousand yuan. His eyes reddened, and as he clenched his teeth, the hand gripping the money trembled.
He looked at the little folded note still in his hand and carefully unfolded it. Inside were four large characters: "Sudden Fortune."
His mind went blank. Sudden fortune? What did that mean? Could it be...
He ran down the mountain like a madman and searched all around, but couldn't find any sign of the person from earlier. Were there really good people in this world who did good deeds without taking credit?
Suddenly, he remembered what Shen Qiong had said: "I cast a fortune for you. The divination is on the paper." He stared wide-eyed at those four characters. Was this his fortune?
If some swindler hawking fortunes by the roadside said he was about to strike it rich, then he was obviously after money. But this was a master who could collect thousands of yuan for a single fortune. How could he be compared to those Jianghu con artists?
He remembered that the man had been called Master Shen. Though he'd never heard of Master Shen before, surely he was a true expert.
And now, the fortune Master Shen had cast for him said "Sudden Fortune"? He could think of only one possibility...
Was it possible?
Could it really happen?
The odds were too low...
He couldn't wait to catch a ride back to Hongqiao Street. He'd barely started up the stairs when his landlord blocked his way.
"Oh, you're back to stay here, are you? I've been looking for you for three or four days..." The landlord was a plump woman