[Network Manager 007: Hello, due to the special identity you've chosen, I'll personally conduct an audit. That is to say, you need to do a fortune-telling for me right now. Any issues with that?]
[Sure, but I won't predict the future; predicting the future costs money.]
[007: ...]
After a string of speechless ellipses, 007 sent over a set of birth characters.
Gu Zhiqi glanced at it and, without a second thought, typed a few words and sent the message.
[You're about to die.]
It was only after the message was sent that Gu Zhiqi realized what he had done.
That damn occupational hazard had struck again.
[007: ?!]
With no option to retract the message, Gu Zhiqi decided to simply ignore it and didn't acknowledge 007's question marks. His fingertips lightly danced across the keyboard as he began typing.
Time was of the essence.
After all, the person was about to die.
Changing to a different auditor would be quite troublesome; better to get it done before his death.
