Following that, an even more speechless event occurred for Chen Kai. The fortune teller didn't pay attention to what the burly man was saying at all. He only heard that Chen Kai wanted him to return the money.
So, he stuttered.
"Where do I have money? I spent yesterday's money on food. You know, I only run a small business…"
Upon hearing this, Chen Kai could hardly contain his anger.
"What small business? You barely have any investment, okay? At most, you spent a few dozen dollars to buy a table, then you set up a stall here, you don't even have to pay for a booth, and you still have the nerve to call this a small business?"
The fortune teller looked at Chen Kai with a bitter face.
"I don't have a choice, do I? Look at me, I cannot do hard labor, and barely managed to learn this fortune-telling skill. I don't expect to make a fortune from it. In reality, this isn't really a money-making thing, it's just a means to feed myself."