Wang Qi lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and looked at Ye Fan with a face brimming with schadenfreude as he bragged, "Heh, you really are a newbie who doesn't fear the tiger. This is the latest mech lock. Even the factory's technicians would need a couple of hours to open it."
President Sun snorted dismissively and gave Ye Fan a cold look, his expression one of contempt as he said, "He's just a con artist from Jianghu. Half of the five minutes is already gone. I really want to see how long you can keep up this charade?"
Wang Qi said to President Sun with a smile, "This kid used to be just an ordinary worker, how could he possibly be a Fortune Teller? Heh, but he sure can put on a show. Look, he's even pretending to meditate. But he won't be able to keep this up for long."
