Gu Zhiqi was not very concerned about Mo Weiran's affairs; she was only interested in whether she could seal the deal, "So, shall we do a fortune-telling?"
"Yes! Of course!" Mo Weiran immediately replied.
"Since the misfortune endangers lives, and seeing as you're still a student, I'll give you a 9.9% discount, making it 4.95 million. Can you afford that?" Gu Zhiqi didn't immediately start the fortune-telling for Mo Weiran; instead, she asked him this question first.
As soon as Gu Zhiqi said this, Mo Weiran was completely stunned.
"4.95 million?"
"Jesus, my dear young lady, are you sure you're not trying to take my life?" Mo Weiran expressed that a poor person couldn't come up with 4.95 million.
It wasn't that his family couldn't afford 4.95 million, but rather, his family raised daughters in luxury and sons frugally.
And he was the one raised frugally.
His family was, after all, second-tier wealth in Haicheng, but still...
