Feng Lin's expression was a bit dumbfounded, "Old Master, are you joking? Isn't predicting the future already magical?"
"I won't deny it's impressive, but predicting big events isn't as simple as you think, not everything can be foreseen every day."
Ji Guangling took a sip of white liquor, "For instance, I know you won the lottery, so the major events you're going to undertake are only a few."
"Buy a car, buy a house?" Feng Lin asked.
"Exactly, and also finding a girlfriend, living it up. Then, based on whether your personality is flamboyant or reserved, there will be different paths."
Ji Guangling smiled and spread his hands, "Of course, there are many more intricacies that I don't understand either."
"Old Master, I suddenly feel like we're peers," laughed Feng Lin.
"Of course, do I look like an old man? I am a prodigy, with no common language with those old fogeys."
Ji Guangling pointed to his ripped jeans, "At my level, I'm the youngest. Of course, maybe not for long."
