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The online community was filled with curiosity, eager to learn more about the ghostly incident. When Ruan Fuxi noticed the barrage of questions, she simply replied, "The ghost has been dealt with, but I can't disclose any details." She then moved on, stating, "Today, we will still be doing three divinations." Following that, she released the first lucky bag.
Seeing her response, the netizens ceased their inquiries about Lin Rou's ghost encounter and focused on snatching up the lucky bags. However, when the first lucky bag was opened and the familiar nickname of Young Master Gong appeared, everyone fell silent before erupting in excitement.
Gong Changle's striking red hair flashed across the screen, and a smug smile graced his lips. He couldn't believe his luck—once again, he had managed to connect.
"How is it you again, Young Master Gong? Do you have some sort of privilege?"
"Are you cheating with high-tech methods?"
"I remember that this platform belongs to your family. You wouldn't actually have your company's tech team help you snag lucky bags, would you?"
Gong Changle, who had purely relied on luck to win the lucky bag, felt infuriated by these accusations of cheating. His hair seemed to stand on end from anger. "This is just pure luck! You're all just jealous!"
The netizens teased him further and quickly changed the subject when they saw he was upset.
"Young Master Gong, we see you're in a hospital setting. Was yesterday's car accident serious? How many days will you be hospitalized?"
"Now that you're in a hospital, you must believe our Sister Ruan's divination is accurate!"
"Hahaha, he must believe it! Otherwise, why would Young Master Gong apply for a connection again? He doesn't look like someone here to vent his anger."
Gong Changle read through the comments flashing across the screen and arrogantly remarked, "It's passable; I’ll tentatively believe her." He then skillfully transferred three thousand divination coins to Ruan Fuxi.
Ruan Fuxi raised an eyebrow at this wealthy second-generation heir who seemed to be plagued by bad luck.
"What do you want to calculate today?"
Gong Changle hesitated at her words, momentarily at a loss for words.
Ruan Fuxi continued directly, "Are you asking about resolving your bad luck, or something else?"
Gong Changle replied, "I want to know both. I can pay extra."
Ruan Fuxi shook her head, "There's no need to pay extra. The fee is three thousand, and that's final. I don’t believe in raising prices midway. I'm not a scammer."
Meanwhile, during Gong Changle's live fortune-telling session, his younger brother Gong Changshun was also in the stream. He looked at his elder brother with a hint of disdain in his eyes before sharing the live stream link in their family group chat, which only had three members.
After sharing the link, Gong Changshun typed in the group chat: "Dad, Mom, I just saw that Big Brother is doing a live fortune-telling session. Has he been facing some issues lately? Should we ask Master Yuantian to take a look? I'm just worried that there are too many scammers online, and Big Brother might get deceived."
Before Gong Le could even click into the live stream to see his younger son's message, he instinctively felt displeased with his elder son. Day in and day out, he was not focused on proper work and still believed in those online fortune-tellers—wasn’t he embarrassed enough already?
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