Running a Street Stall to Extend Life—At the Start, I Calculate Matchmaking at the Civil Affairs Office

Terminal brain cancer. Only 90 days left to live! At the edge of despair, I bound to a fortune-telling system!

As long as I set up a stall fortune-telling at the specified time and place, the better I am at it, the longer I can extend my life, and the greater the rewards!

At the entrance of the civil affairs bureau, I exposed an internet celebrity fiancé’s scam of billions in debt with one sentence, and the girl cried as she tore up the marriage certificate!

At the gate of the criminal police squad, I used a tarot card to crack an unsolved case, shocking the veteran detective who had been at a loss on the spot!

Faced with a group CEO worth hundreds of billions who offered five million and begged me for another reading, I pointed at my watch: “It’s already three o’clock. Off work! Come back tomorrow!”

The whole internet went crazy looking for me. The media called me an “urban legend,” and the rich offered ten million for just one reading!

And I am merely a patient who wants to stay alive.

They think I’m telling fortunes for marriage, or for murder cases. In truth, I’m reading their fates—and my own life!