"Sir, would you like to have your fortune told?" Xia Liang said, pointing at the middle-aged man at the back of the crowd.
"Me?" The middle-aged man frowned and pointed to himself.
"That's right," Xia Liang nodded.
"Haha, I don't believe in any of that nonsense," the middle-aged man scoffed. He had clearly just arrived and hadn't witnessed Xia Liang summoning the rain.
"Then it seems we are not fated," Xia Liang said with a smile, shifting his gaze away.
"Hold on. I've got nothing better to do. I'd like to see just how you run your scams," the middle-aged man said, straightening the collar of his suit. He squeezed through the crowd and came to stand before Xia Liang.
Xia Liang didn't respond, only offering a mysterious smile as he gestured for the man to sit on the adjacent stool.
"May I have your esteemed surname, sir?" Xia Liang asked.
