Chapter 58: Do You Dare to Bet?

“Heh.”
Countless thoughts raced through Ye Tian’s mind, yet on the surface he remained calm and impassive. He let out a faint laugh and strode toward the door.

“Brother, don’t go!” Jiang Cheng was instantly anxious. He ignored his girlfriend entirely and, with a whoosh, darted in front of Ye Tian.

Right there on the bustling street, without a hint of hesitation, he dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Master, eminent one, I want to take you as my teacher!”

“I’m not some master, nor do I intend to take a disciple,” Ye Tian replied, hands clasped behind his back, smiling as he walked away.

Seeing the other unmoved, Jiang Cheng’s eyes spun as an idea struck him. He hurried to keep pace.

“Brother, it was my loose tongue. I shouldn’t have called you a fool. I’ll punish myself!”

Without another word, he began slapping himself hard across the face, the sound echoing sharply.

“Master, great one, you wanted to see villas, right? I have a car. I’ll drive you there!”

Jiang Cheng’s tone was respectful, his grin fawning. If nothing else, the man knew when to bow and when to stand tall—quick-witted and perceptive.

Ye Tian nodded inwardly. This was someone worth associating with.

“Fine, since you’re so sincere, I’ll take you around today. What you learn depends on yourself.” Ye Tian feigned reluctant acquiescence, spreading his hands. “Well? Bring the car around.”

“At your command!”

At that, the blond youth let out a loud whoop, dashed to the curb, and returned in a Bugatti Veyron.

Damn, this kid’s family isn’t just wealthy—they’re loaded...

Even Ye Tian couldn’t help but be taken aback. The luxury car before him was top of the line, easily costing at least thirty million yuan.

No wonder he’s a true scion of the capital’s elite!

“Master, where to?” Jiang Cheng slapped the steering wheel with bravado, his voice booming.

“Take me to see some villas first, preferably traditional courtyard houses with good feng shui.”

“On it!”

As they drove, the blond youth began introducing himself. His name was Jiang Cheng, a local of the capital, his family simply described as businesspeople.

He claimed to be the youngest of four brothers, doted on by his siblings.

To put it plainly, he was spoiled—a headstrong, volatile sort.

“Let me tell you, Brother Ye, I’m a well-known figure in the capital. One word from me, and a thousand brothers would follow without hesitation!”

“If you’re willing to teach me that technique, from now on, my brothers are your brothers—what do you say?”

“I don’t need brothers. That offer doesn’t interest me,” Ye Tian replied with a smile.

“Then I’ll pay you to be my teacher. That’s acceptable, isn’t it?”

“I told you, I’m not short on money.”

At Ye Tian’s words, Jiang Cheng deflated. His pride in his connections and wealth had no effect on this master before him.

But the idea of clairvoyance was simply too alluring; he was itching with curiosity.

“Then give me a straight answer—what would it take?” Jiang Cheng demanded, frustrated.

“We’ll see if it’s fated.”

Damn it!

Those words completely snuffed out his temper.

…

The two first visited the capital’s most famous real estate developer, touring extensively, but after seeing everything, Ye Tian could only shake his head.

The feng shui of these villas was mediocre at best—not one interested him.

They were suitable for ordinary folk, but if one wished to found a great family, their residence had to gather and retain fortune; otherwise, prosperity would be fleeting.

“No, none of these will do,” Ye Tian sighed at last.

“So what now?” Jiang Cheng was anxious; he’d hoped to learn some feng shui from the master.

“No rush about the house. Let me show you something else first,” Ye Tian replied with a smile. If he didn’t show something interesting soon, this kid wouldn’t be able to sit still.

He had Jiang Cheng set the navigation for the largest antique market in the capital.

Antique Town!

“Damn, Master, are you taking me to strike it rich?”

As they approached the crowded Old Tower Street, Jiang Cheng’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I told you, stop calling me Master.”

Ye Tian frowned. This blond kid was too eager—he hadn’t even agreed, yet he already called him Master at every turn.

“Oh, it’s all the same. In my heart, you’re already my teacher.” Jiang Cheng laughed, his words sweet as honey.

“Fine. Since that’s how it is, you’d better behave and keep quiet in a bit.”

“All right, Master!”

Under Ye Tian’s guidance, they entered a stone-gambling hall.

The hall was the size of a football field, packed with people, shouts and calls echoing endlessly.

At first glance, they couldn’t even see what was on offer inside.

Only by squeezing through the crowd did they finally reach a stall and come to a halt.

“Boss, how much for these three stones?” a balding, plump man asked, brows furrowed, at last making up his mind and selecting three raw stones.

“Fifty thousand, eighty thousand, one hundred thirty thousand,” the vendor replied, pointing to the stones with a blunt air. “That’s two hundred sixty thousand total—cash or card?”

“Card,” the fat man muttered, gritting his teeth as he handed over his bank card.

“Well, he’s about to lose his shirt,” Ye Tian muttered softly from the side.

“Is there something to it, Master?” Jiang Cheng cocked his head, puzzling over the stones but seeing nothing unusual. Hearing Ye Tian speak, his curiosity was piqued.

“With these three stones, you won’t get a single piece of rough jade.”

“Not a single piece?” Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened, looking at the fat man with a hint of pity.

“What nonsense are you spouting?” the vendor snapped. “If you’re not buying, quit wasting my time and get lost!”

There was no one who would declare a vendor’s stones worthless right in front of his stall—it was as good as smashing his business.

“I’m not talking nonsense!” Stung by the rebuke, Jiang Cheng bristled. Pointing at Ye Tian, he retorted fiercely:

“Do you know who my teacher is?”

“Who is he, then?” Startled by the sudden aggression, the vendor’s tone softened. “Some famous jade expert?”

“My teacher has clairvoyant eyes!”

“Ha!”

At that, the crowd erupted in jeers. The vendor burst out laughing.

“You’re really an idiot, aren’t you? Just get lost, don’t bring bad luck to my stall!”

“I’m not an idiot! My teacher said none of those three stones will yield a single piece of jade!” Jiang Cheng declared with conviction.

“If you don’t believe it, let’s make a bet—have the uncle open the stones right here!”

Ye Tian’s face darkened. This kid—he’d just told him to keep quiet, and now he was causing trouble again.

“So your teacher is this guy?” The vendor was now annoyed, pointing at Ye Tian. “If you dare say that, let’s make a bet!”

“What’s the wager? Name your terms!”

“Fine.” After some thought, Ye Tian agreed. “I’ll bet on your rough stones. If we win, you’ll let me pick ten stones. If I lose, I’ll buy all the raw stones at your stall at their full price.”