"Mr. Shen has misunderstood; you are a well-known philanthropist in the Zhonghai Antique Circle. I only wish to help you, how could I ever threaten you?"
Tang Feng dismissed his threat as if it were nothing, continuing to sit there as stable as Mount Tai.
"Help me? With what right?" Shen Tianyan clearly still didn't believe him.
"I know Mr. Shen has some preconceptions about me, so why not let me do a reading for you first? Then we'll see if I'm accurate."
As he spoke, Tang Feng took out three copper coins from his pocket—props he had casually picked up when leaving the store.
Shen Tianyan didn't sit down either, just watched coldly from the sidelines, curious to see what tricks he would play.
Tang Feng held the three Copper Coins in his hand and gently shook them, immediately creating a clanging sound.
Then he unfolded his hands, letting the three copper coins scatter freely on the table.
He aligned the copper coins in a row and then stared at them theatrically for a while.
