Lin Qingyin was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic people. Some of them wanted to do fortune-telling, some wanted to be an apprentice, and some simply came to see what the Fortune-Telling Master of China looked like. Who knows if it was just a coincidence, but the group of people who came today seemed, can’t speak Chinese well. Aside from their super-fast English, their Chinese have different accents and tones. When Lin Qingyin heard of it, she felt her head swell with headache. She also immediately remembered the fear of being dominated by English in high school.

Just when she was thinking about the risk of teleporting away, Jiang Wei, who came out of the library, happened to see the aggrieved little master who was squeezed by a group of foreign students. He rushed over to squeeze the crowd away and guarded the little master behind him.

“Little Master, are you all right?” When Jiang Wei saw Lin Qingyin’s aggrieved expression, he almost couldn’t hold back his laughter. So he quickly coughed a few times and controlled his smile: “What’s going on? Why there are so many people?”

Lin Qingyin was also at a loss, but she could guess that these people must have been brought in by that Flowerbell. She sighed and angrily said: “Jiang Nanzhou brought an American to ask me to do divination. I guess these people were introduced by that American.”

“Then do you want to do fortune-telling for them?!” Jiang Wei turned his head to look at Lin Qingyin: “I think most of the people here are looking for you to do fortune-telling.”

“Really?” Lin Qingyin said unhappily, “I never thought of doing fortune-telling for foreigners. I study English for exams, not for fortune-telling.”

Jiang Wei was Lin Qingyin’s first tutor. He knew very well that Lin Qingyin’s English was a slag at that time. Jiang Wei couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Lin Qingyin’s bitter expression: “I can see that they are so enthusiastic and they will not be easily persuaded.”

Lin Qingyin looked at the excited faces of the people. Even if they were different from the Chinese people, she could see the enthusiasm in their eyes. They looked no different from those uncles and aunts in the Public Park.

“Isn’t your English very good?” Lin Qingyin reached out and poked Jiang Wei’s shoulder: “Come on, translate it for this master, tell them to line up for an appointment. Five thousand per fortune-telling, no discount.”

Jiang Wei looked back at Lin Qingyin in surprise: “Little Master, did you raise the price again?”

Lin Qingyin’s expression was very serious: “The price must be raised, who makes me upset when I hear English.”

Jiang Wei gave the willful little master a thumbs up and translated Lin Qingyin’s rules into English. Many people just came to join in the fun after watching the video. When they heard that it was possible to do fortune-telling, many people didn’t know what it was for a while. Some of them just wanted to verify whether the video on the Internet was true or not.

Since there were rules for fortune-telling, those who want to do fortune-telling obediently made an appointment. Jiang Wei knows Lin Qingyin’s character, so he only arranges for two international students every day. They were arranged in the back row according to the order. Soon people got their number of appointments. The corner of Lin Qingyin’s lips couldn’t help but twitch when she saw one client with a black complexion. Fortunately, this person wanted fortune-telling. If this person ask something else, she was powerless. After all, except for the white in this person’s eyes, anywhere else was black.