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It turned out that Ping An was Fu's son had excellent grades and received admission notices from several prestigious universities abroad. After careful consideration, he found himself torn between two universities.
Seeing his son so conflicted, Ping An was concerned about his future. He decided to wait in the live stream of a young metaphysics master, hoping she could help him determine which school would be more suitable for his son.
A flurry of admiration and praise flashed across the screen.
"Wow, Uncle's son is impressive! He received so many admission notices; I'm envious!"
"But isn't studying abroad really expensive?"
"If my son were this outstanding, I would sell everything to send him!"
As Ping An read the comments praising his son, a sense of pride washed over him. He didn't have much to boast about, but his son had always been smart and sensible, excelling in his studies. His son was his greatest pride.
"Ruan Fuxi: Let me see a picture of your son."
Upon hearing this, Ping An took out his wallet and carefully retrieved a recent photo of his son from the compartment.
"Master, take a look."
Ruan Fuxi gazed at the young man with clear eyes and said to Ping An, "Your son needs to consider the schools and professors he wants to choose. Since you asked me, I advise him to choose the one in the country. You should call your son now; it will be too late if you wait."
Ruan Fuxi's tone sounded somewhat serious. Without hesitation, Ping An picked up the phone at the security booth and called his son, keeping the line open.
The call connected.
"Son, have you decided which school you want to attend?"
A clear male voice responded, "Dad, why didn't you call my mobile? I've thought about it, and I've decided to go to the country."
Hearing this, Ping An felt anxious as it echoed Ruan Fuxi's words. "Son, listen to me! Don't go to that school; choose the one in the country instead."
His son sounded puzzled.
"Dad, why do you suddenly want me to switch to a school in the country? Didn't you say I could decide for myself?"
Ping An explained, "I consulted a master online for you. She said you should choose the one in the country."
After hearing his father's words, his son felt that his dad had been fooled by those online charlatans posing as fortune tellers. He urged, "Dad, I think that professor from the country aligns better with my learning direction. You must have been tricked; don’t trust those online masters—many of them are scammers."
Ping An Shi Fu became a bit anxious, and his hometown accent slipped out. "Son, how could I be deceived? You even said that master was impressive! I specifically waited in the master’s broadcast room and spent three thousand yuan!"
Upon hearing the amount, his son panicked. "Dad, what kind of fortune-telling costs three thousand yuan? You must have been scammed! Which streamer was it? I’ll go ask the platform for a refund."
Even if Sister Ruan were to read fortunes, she only charges three thousand; which scammer would dare to charge the same as her?
Fans began typing furiously in the chat.
"Uncle, you should trust our streamer; she's amazing at fortune-telling! There must be a reason she advised your son to change schools; you have to believe her."
"Three thousand yuan isn’t expensive; it’s definitely worth it."
"Our Sister Ruan is not a scammer; she’s a true master!"
Ping An Shi Fu looked at the comments on the screen, feeling somewhat hesitant. How could she possibly be a scammer? It was that streamer named Xili Li, whom you said was very skilled. Otherwise, why would he spend three thousand yuan on a single reading? That was half a month’s salary for him.
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