Time seemed to stretch on interminably.
After a long wait, the phone on the table remained silent.
Both sides were growing anxious.
They even began to suspect their own disciples might have faltered.
*Ring, ring…*
The moment the phone rang, all eyes snapped towards it.
"President, the lottery shop sold a five-million grand prize winner!"
"The winner came to settle his tab. He’s been buying lottery tickets for years and is very familiar with the owner. He owed over two thousand yuan. From the looks of it, he's planning to move out of Ganshui City."
"Also, he won the prize over half a month ago! He has remarkable patience, to hold back from claiming it for so long."
The disciple who made the call asked nervously, "Did Junior Uncle Xiao Fan predict it correctly?"
A million-dollar prize, something Ganshui City rarely saw in years. He was afraid that if Lin Fan had only guessed the outcome correctly but the amount was wrong, all their efforts would have been in vain.
"Haha!"
"Your Junior Uncle Xiao Fan missed nothing, he was not mistaken!"
"It's truly unbelievable. Without even arriving, he could predict everything!"
Countless gazes fell upon Lin Fan.
The people from the Form School, their earlier dejection gone, straightened their backs, each one radiating confidence.
With him around, why worry about the Form School lacking successors!
"We won!"
"Our Form School won!"
"Hahaha..."
"President, your disciple has truly brought us honor!"
The coffee shop was a cacophony of cheers, more lively than any New Year celebration.
The Form School desperately needed a victory to regain their pride.
Guo Cheng stood frozen, gazing out the window with a lost expression, and let out a long sigh.
Li Yusheng was crestfallen.
This was the first time he and his sister had faced such a setback since their debut.
The members of the Qi Control School hung their heads, speechless.
Li Yusheng had actually lost, and so thoroughly.
Something was definitely not right!
How could Lin Fan have known about the million-dollar prize before the person even arrived?
*Creak~*
Yuan Fei kicked open the glass door with his left hand gripping the old gambler and his right hand holding a trembling elementary school student.
"Quite a lively scene."
Yuan Fei sneered coldly.
The old man and the child behind him, seeing the crowded coffee shop, instinctively took a step back in fright.
"What are you doing? I'm calling the police!"
"Uncle, please let me go, I want to go home."
The elementary school student was terrified, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Where are you going?"
Yuan Fei held them tightly. "Come and meet your old acquaintance, Lin Fan!"
He delivered the last two words loudly to Lin Fan.
"What is going on?"
"Good! I knew there was a trick to it!"
"It was the Form School playing dirty, and we were all fooled!"
The people from the Qi Control School declared.
They were already dissatisfied with the outcome of the competition, and Yuan Fei's appearance was like a godsend, bringing them hope.
"Yuan Fei, what nonsense are you talking about?"
An Hai stepped forward and sternly rebuked him.
"President An, I'm not talking nonsense."
Yuan Fei said with a chuckle.
Zhong Chen, his face flushed with anger, said, "Whatever it is, let's discuss it back at the hotel. Do you want outsiders to see us making a spectacle?"
"President, you can't say that,"
Song Tian stepped forward, saying slowly, "Justice and fairness are in people's hearts. The world distinguishes right from wrong. What is true can never be faked, and what is fake can never be true, can it?"
Master and disciple exchanged glances, each seeing "triumph" in the other's eyes.
Song Tian was full of confidence, completely trusting his disciple.
Moreover, he had long been dissatisfied with the two presidents.
Having held the position of president for so long, with no intention of stepping down, when would he, the leader of Jinmen, ever get his turn?
The members of the Qi Control School, on the other hand, remained silent, adopting a "wait and see" attitude.
The internal strife within the Form School was too entertaining!
It also saved them the trouble.
Yuan Fei dragged the two forward a few steps. "Lin Fan, are you still playing dumb with your eyes covered? Come, meet your old friends."
"What are you talking about? Who is Lin Fan?"
"Uncle, please, let me go home! Dad! Mom!"
The elementary school student sobbed uncontrollably.
"Don't cry!"
Yuan Fei’s sharp reprimand silenced the child.
Lin Fan fumbled with the bow tie behind his head.
Now he finally understood why everyone had been laughing earlier.
"I don't understand what you're saying,"
Lin Fan rubbed his eyes and stood up from his chair.
"Still pretending to be ignorant?"
Yuan Fei pulled the elementary school student forward. "The two of them came out of the lottery shop and walked down the same road, whispering to each other. Lin Fan, how do you explain that?"
"What do I need to explain?"
Lin Fan felt completely bewildered.
"Uncle, I live in the same complex as Uncle Qian."
"That's right! Is that why you dragged us here?"
The old gambler regained some of his courage and shouted, "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you have numbers! It's broad daylight, are you trying to kidnap us? Let me tell you, I'm not someone to be trifled with!"
His inveterate gambling had left him deeply in debt. Initially, he thought Yuan Fei was an enforcer sent by his creditors, which was why he had meekly followed.
Now that he saw things differently, he became enraged.
The coffee shop fell silent for a moment.
The members of both the northern and southern factions frowned, scrutinizing Yuan Fei and the two witnesses. None of them knew if it was a genuine mistake or an act.
Yuan Fei chuckled, "I only have two hands and couldn't control everyone else. Are you going to say that the others are all neighbors too?"
"You damn rascal! My mother bought me a lottery ticket! They messed with me!"
The old gambler, in his anxiety, cursed in dialect and simultaneously broke free from Yuan Fei's grasp.
"I know most of the people who frequent this shop. What's the problem?"
The old gambler roared.
At this moment, Song Tian was stunned.
Could it be that they had made a mistake?
Why did they not look guilty at all? Instead, they seemed furious?
"Senior Brother Yuan."
The glass door of the coffee shop opened again, and four young men entered one after another.
"What are you doing?"
Two disciples from the Form School quickly approached Zhong Chen and said, "President, we were going to deliver money to these two. Who knew we saw Senior Brother Yuan, and we..."
The two disciples lowered their heads, hesitant to continue.
Yuan Fei was not only famous but also ill-tempered. Feng Shui was a long-term business, and they were afraid of offending Yuan Fei, should he later take over the leadership of the Form School. They worried he might make things difficult for them.
"Alright, go and invite the owner of the lottery shop over."
Zhong Chen turned to Guo Cheng. "Brother Guo, we finalized the competition rules last night. The location was chosen temporarily today, and we found the lottery shop owner together. Surely he wouldn't be bribed by my disciple?"
"This..."
Guo Cheng dared not speak too definitively.
Lin Fan's performance was simply too extraordinary!
Before the person had even arrived, he had already predicted that the opponent had won a million-dollar prize!
It was truly mysterious, a divine skill!
"Fine, let's find the person first."