Chen Fan's gaze flickered towards the object in Chris's hand.
Though he couldn't see it clearly, he could tell it was roughly a map.
Recalling Luo Sheng's earlier introduction, he had a general idea, "Mr. Chris must be looking for something recently?"
Chris was startled, his expression turning more serious, "What do you mean by that?"
"This item is of great importance to you, a long-held wish. But haste makes waste. You need a benefactor to assist you. At the same time, you have a decision weighing on your mind lately; you must make it soon, or it will affect your descendants."
If it weren't important, why would Chris consult Zhou Lu on his birthday?
As for his wavering, Chen Fan could see a glimpse of it from his invitation to the Luo clan gathering.
These words were nothing more than a charade, something anyone with a grasp of psychology could whip up.
For instance, fortune tellers often used predictions about offspring to gain trust.
They would ambiguously tell a client, "You are destined to have three children, one hanging in a tree."
This way, whether the client had one to four children, the statement would seem accurate.
Look at it this way:
If the client had one child, it meant "one hanging," and though destined for three, the other two were lost.
If the client had two children, it was also correct; "one hanging," and they only had two.
If the client had three children, that was perfect—they said three were destined!
If they had four children, it was even more accurate—you see, only three were destined, but the one "hanging" had now fallen.
With such "flexible" calculations, who could be wrong?
Deeply familiar with these tactics, Chen Fan, as expected, managed to persuade Chris.
For people like Chris, who were deeply superstitious, they would approach every prediction with reverence. Moreover, Chen Fan's words struck at the very heart of his recent worries.
Chris pursed his lips, then nodded at Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, the Mas family's sacrificial ceremony is the day after tomorrow. If you are free, would you be willing to accompany us?"
Chen Fan recalled the terrain on the map. It was mostly mountainous.
So, what he was looking for might be in a tomb?
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, feigning mystery, and counted on his fingers in front of Chris before shaking his head, "I can accompany you, but I fear I am not the noble person you seek, and cannot fulfill the true purpose of your journey."
Chris was secretly alarmed. He took out his business card from his pocket and handed it to Chen Fan, "It's alright. It's good enough that Mr. Chen is willing to accompany me on this trip."
It's not good to make absolute statements.
Having achieved his goal, Chen Fan didn't linger. He politely excused himself, claiming a friend was waiting, and left.
As soon as he departed, Zhou Lu followed him.
"You are a fraud!"
Chen Fan paused, turned back, and asked, "What makes you say that?"
"Everything you just said was fabricated; you have no real skill!"
Zhou Lu's face was extremely grim, "Did Luo Sheng put you up to this? To deliberately attract Mr. Chris's attention and then try to sow discord between our Zhou family and the Mas family?"
"Don't think too highly of yourself."
Luo Sheng sauntered out from the side. He looked at Zhou Lu with a sneer, "To be blunt, your fortune-telling skills are probably not even good enough to carry Brother Fan's shoes!"
"You—"
Luo Sheng waved his hand, interrupting him, "Speaking of which, I've learned a trick from Brother Fan these days. Wait a moment, let me calculate for you."
Saying that, he leaned forward, deliberately thrusting his clumsily manipulated hand in Zhou Lu's face, "Let me see your future fortune—"
"Oh my! Isn't this strange? You clearly have a destiny of infertility, yet you have a house full of children!"
Luo Sheng looked at Chen Fan with feigned pity, "Brother Fan, do you think I haven't learned it properly yet!"
Chen Fan paused, then sighed, "You've learned it very successfully, and your calculations are quite accurate."
"It's not your problem, it must be Mr. Zhou's problem."
Their back-and-forth angered Zhou Lu to the point of turning red in the face.
He had never been treated like this in all his years in Europe!
A waiter passed by. In his anger, he snatched a wine glass, about to throw it at the two of them. But Luo Sheng was prepared. The moment Zhou Lu moved, his eyes instantly turned cold.
With a flick of his finger, he sent a force into Zhou Lu's wrist.
Zhou Lu's hand instantly lost all strength. The wine glass fell to the ground, spilling its contents all over him, leaving him in a pathetic state.
The commotion attracted many eyes.
Zhou Lu had never been so humiliated in his life.
He was momentarily at a loss.
"You, you just wait!"
His face flushed, he pointed at the two in front of him, and then quickly fled the scene where he had lost all dignity.
Seeing him like this, Luo Sheng was greatly pleased!
He vividly remembered how Zhou Lu had arrogantly flaunted himself with Xiao Xue in front of him that day.
He chuckled and turned to Chen Fan, "I heard everything you said to Mr. Chris just now."
"You're quite good at making things up."
And a lineage of fortune tellers, no less.
If he hadn't known Chen Fan for so long, he might have been fooled by his earnest demeanor.
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, "What I said was true."
His expression was so serious that Luo Sheng couldn't react for a moment.