Rebirth as the Riche Chapter 153 Pessimistic (First Update)

Chapter 153: 153 Pessimistic (First Update)

"No, no," the middle-aged man looked at Chu Jin sowhat uneasily, "I’m dirty, and I’m afraid I’ll make your chair dirty if I sit down."

He hadn’t had a proper bath in several days, and he had only mustered the courage to co for a divination after scraping together so money.

The middle-aged man was acutely aware of his own circumstances; he knew he was dirty and slly, so he tried not to trouble others as much as possible.

When he encountered those who were well-dressed and glamorous, he would subconsciously avoid them, and over ti, this led to a feeling of inferiority.

Although he felt inferior, he hadn’t forgotten his true self.

"Please sit down," Chu Jin, helping the man’s arm, wanted him to sit down, but he was reluctant.

He quickly withdrew his arm, "Master, I’m dirty..."

"Uncle, you have to sit down for divination; otherwise, it won’t work. Besides, my chair isn’t clean anyhow, unless you think my chair is beneath you," Chu Jin feigned anger.

Upon hearing Chu Jin’s words, the middle-aged man carefully sat down on the chair.

He felt both panic-stricken and anxious.

Chu Jin tried to alleviate the man’s nervousness and looked up to ask, "Uncle, there’s no need to be nervous. What would you like to find out today?"

"I, I, I," the middle-aged man’s lips trembled, "I don’t even know what I want to find out..."

He had gradually lost hope in life, he didn’t even know where he was supposed to go next.

It seed as if society no longer had a place for him.

His future was bleak.

In the first half of his life, he lived brilliantly, every day imrsed in luxury, with many people revolving around him.

But later, when his wealth had dissipated, all those who used to cluster around him drifted away.

The only one that stayed was an old dog that had accompanied him for years.

Regrettably, not long ago, the dog passed away too.

Before it died, he hadn’t even managed to feed it a bit of at.

Such a foolish dog, even when he had fallen on hard tis, it still foolishly followed behind him.

He couldn’t chase it away no matter how he tried.

He thought about dying too, but sothing within him refused to give up.

Chu Jin lifted his eyes to look at him, "How about I predict your future fortunes for you?"

"Fortunes?" the middle-aged man let out a bitter laugh, "What kind of fortune could soone like

possibly have?"

He didn’t even know where his future lay.

Chu Jin pulled out two bottles of mineral water from his backpack, handed one to the middle-aged man, and gave another to the little girl.

Then he continued.

"You can’t say that, life is full of variety. Everyone’s life experiences are different. It’s only after you’ve weathered great storms that you grow. No one’s life is smooth sailing. Even Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming dynasty, lived as a beggar during the most destitute ti of his life. Nobody can tell what the future holds. Your life is only half over; there’s still a long way to go," he said.

The little girl unscrewed the water bottle to take a sip, her chin propped in her hands, and stared at Chu Jin with a look of fascination.

Gosh, what Jin said makes so much sense.

But the sll from this uncle is so unpleasant; she wondered how Jin could bear it.

Mo Qianjue, perched in the tree, also squinted his eyes, reaching out to block the sunlight streaming through the leaves.

Encouraged by Chu Jin’s words, the middle-aged man tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Is that so?"

This was the first ti soone had spoken to him like this since he had beco a scavenger.

And it was the first ti in a long while that he had directly conversed with soone.

Before, he could only talk to the old dog that followed him.

After the dog left, he beca completely mute.

Chu Jin unscrewed the mineral water bottle the little lolita had opened and took a sip, "Of course, I see that your sky palace is full, and your facial features are well-defined. As long as you work hard, you will certainly make a coback one day."

"Then... could you please read my fortune? I apologize for the trouble, master." The middle-aged man carefully opened the bottle of mineral water Chu Jin had handed him, took a gentle sip, and licked his sowhat dry lips, "Thank you for the water, master."

Mo Qianjue’s interest was piqued higher up in the tree. He really wanted to see, what would the little girl do next?

Looking at the scavenger, he must be unable to afford the fee, right?

Moreover, this scavenger has closed his heart and has already lost faith in humanity.

How would she unravel his inner knot?

Chu Jin smiled, "You’re welco, now please choose a card."

For the matter of fortune, she still laid out the Universal-type spread.

The middle-aged man wiped his hands on his sleeve before carefully selecting a card.

Upright: The Ace of Pentacles.

The Ace of Pentacles represents a beginning, it might be a brand-new start, or the beginning of a new situation within a certain state.

There’s a flourishing courtyard at the bottom of the card, surrounded by a fence to avoid the cold wind, with a path extending beyond the courtyard, leading to distant hills.

Two anings from one card.

One is hope, the other, belonging.

Looking at the card, Chu Jin slightly squinted and said, "You were once a highly successful and wealthy person. It’s a pity that later on, so changes occurred that led to your family breaking apart and friends becoming distant. However, every cloud has a silver lining. If it weren’t for this change, you might never have seen the true faces of those with ulterior motives around you."

Having long heard of Master Chu’s prophetic skill, the middle-aged man did not show much surprise on his face upon hearing this.

Not a ripple crossed that sallow face.

He just gave a bitter laugh, "Master, you’re right, all those so-called family and friends are complete bullshit!"

Back then, he thought he had everything—a host of friends, family, a wife, a son.

In the end, he realized all he had was money.

Once the money was gone, his wife could remarry, his son could take another surna!

He was just a joke.

He was a complete failure.

"Well, you can’t really say that, uncle. With that one sweep, you’ve killed quite a few people," Chu Jin smiled.

The middle-aged man looked up, slightly puzzled, "Master, what do you an by that?"

Chu Jin continued.

"I can tell from your accent that you’re not from Capital City, right? You haven’t been back to your hotown for a long ti, have you? And you don’t have any siblings; you’re an only child, aren’t you?"

Ever since his business failed and his family fell apart, he had never returned to his hotown. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he was too ashad to.

In the past, he would drive fancy cars back to the village and donate money to help them build bridges and roads.

Everyone said he had made sothing of himself and hadn’t forgotten his roots despite his wealth.

Now, having beco a needy scavenger, he had nothing to donate to them anymore.

He believed that no one would rember him anymore.

Once a person has no money, they lose everything.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, my hotown is in a small village in Southern Hunan. It’s very beautiful and quiet there. It’s just that... I have nothing now, and I can’t go back."

As he said this, his voice gradually beca hoarse, and his eyes dimd bit by bit.

"Uncle, you’re too pessimistic," Chu Jin frowned slightly, "Your thinking is too extre. Actually, not everyone in this world is bad, and not everyone has abandoned you."

The middle-aged man looked at her, not understanding, "Master, are you joking? I’ve already lost my wife and son, and even my best friends have left . And you say not everyone has abandoned ?"