For a normal person, being occasionally guessed right about something by others is absolutely insignificant, especially when it comes to matters of luck. Surely one wouldn't believe in that stuff.
"Damn it, hitting jackpot and then putting on some psychic act!" Mr. Han pocketed his phone and cursed viciously, "Pretend to be all mystical in front of me, believe it or not, I'll have my boys mess you up right now?!"
How aptly used the word 'mess' is...
"Don't believe me then, that's fine," Wang Hao replied with a grin, "Actually, I can guess what you're thinking. Disrupting someone's deal, and then waiting for them to cave so you can buy this office building cheaply. I'm not wrong, am I?"
And it turns out that Wang Hao's random guess was not far from the truth.
"Talking nonsense with all this mystical crap!" Mr. Han, his purpose exposed by Wang Hao, pointed at him, infuriated and embarrassed, "Get lost if you know what's good for you; otherwise, I'll beat you up too in a moment!"
