They knew Lin Fan had never liked joking around.
If Master Lin said Pockmarked Wang had only three months to live, then Pockmarked Wang would absolutely not live three months and a day.
"Pockmarked Wang, your original name is Wang Luo. You got that nickname because your face has been covered in pockmarks since childhood."
"You're thirty-two this year. At sixteen, you stumbled into the jade trade. You were lucky, and the rough stones you kept buying all yielded top-quality jade, allowing you to build your initial capital."
"From sixteen to thirty-two, you've never misjudged a purchase. Your luck has been good every single time."
With a calm expression, Lin Fan stated the results of his divination.
Pockmarked Wang's life was, through and through, that of a child of destiny.
Unfortunately, luck could run out. Over the years, Pockmarked Wang had relied on luck time and again to acquire large sums of money. Once his luck ran out, he would naturally be done for.
"Hmph, what's the point of telling me about my life?"
"Everyone in this market already knows my past."
Pockmarked Wang did not realize how serious things were. With a disdainful expression, he said, "Do you think hearing those words will make me believe I only have three months to live?"
At that,
Lin Fan smiled faintly. "Whether you believe me doesn't matter to me."
"Sixty million. I'll buy this rough stone of yours. Are you selling or not?"
Sixty million!
Pockmarked Wang swallowed. This rough stone had cost him a great deal, which was precisely why he had never sold it, instead leaving it in the market as he waited for the right buyer.
Now that he saw Lin Fan genuinely wanted to buy the rough stone, he no longer cared much about what Lin Fan