Ka Qiang and his wife were completely stuck.
Their requests were all the same: "Introduce me to Master Xiao. As long as he tells my fortune, this money is yours."
The cash gifts alone probably totaled over two hundred thousand, enough to pay for half a car!
Ka Qiang wanted to accept them, but he couldn't. He was unbearably embarrassed and sick with regret, and he couldn't help starting to blame his wife.
His wife in particular kept her head lowered, her expression incredibly complicated, wishing she could slap herself across the face a few times.
Hadn't he only wanted to use the toilet? Why had she insisted on running her mouth? Why had she tried to be clever and cause trouble? Why had she insisted on offending him so thoroughly?
They had ruined a perfectly good opportunity and connection.
The people at the table knew none of this. They were still looking at him, pleading awkwardly one after another. Seeing him refuse to agree, one manager grew anxious and pulled out his phone. "Bro, do me a favor. I have something I need Master Xiao's help with! Just say the word, and I'll enter my password. Whatever amount you want-no, whatever compensation you want for your emotional distress-you can enter the amount yourself. How about it?"
Ka Qiang felt utterly stifled.
With the man going this far, refusing to agree really was going too far.
He was practically on his knees.
But Ka Qiang really had no way to help.
So he could only tell the truth.
"I don't know Master Xiao. We were stuck on the highway yesterday, and he only wanted to use our toilet. After he used it, we had a bit of an unpleasant exchange. There really is nothing I can do. He said our