Liu Yumei looked at the boy in front of her meaningfully. She knew the boy understood.
"Ha, how could there really be money everywhere for you to pick up? It’s just that occasionally, in some nook or cranny on the dam, you might scratch out a few cents. Heaven knows how long it would take to save enough to buy Alii a piece of candy."
Li Zhiyuan took out the banknote that Grandmaster had just given him and asked, "So Grandmaster didn’t even know he had so much money?"
"He probably only thought he had a little money but didn’t expect that he was so wealthy, as rich as oil."
"So can Grandmaster spend this money himself?"
"Hehehe..." Liu Yumei covered her mouth, laughing, "You’re asking such a naive question. If he didn’t know he had so much money, how could he spend it proactively?"
"But the money was still spent?"
"That’s right, it was spent."
Li Zhiyuan drank the tea in his cup in one gulp. The doubts about Grandmaster that had been lingering in his mind were finally cleared up at this moment.
The money mentioned in the conversation just now symbolized Luck and Fortune.
People with profound fortune often turn misfortunes into blessings and go from low points to new highs.
According to Grandma Liu, to simplify things, Grandmaster was just Grandmaster, just an ordinary Corpse Recovery Diver from Si Yuan Village.
In some respects, Mr. Shan seemed even more professional than Grandmaster in business skills.
Because of this, when Fortune acted on Grandmaster, it often appeared quite inexplicable.
Because Grandmaster himself really didn’t know much, all his tools were just useless contraptions. Without enough vehicles to carry it, the so-called good luck would manifest in unreasonable ways, becoming more excessive and absurd.
For example, during the Niu family’s death anniversary, both Liu Xiazi and Mr. Shan were mentally befuddled and ended up in a pathetic state, but Grandmaster actually leaned there and fell asleep, completely unscathed.
Also, like the drinking party the night before last, Grandmaster managed to drink just right until he vomited, then fell asleep, and the next day, he thought he’d just had a dream.
The most recent example was just now, facing Grandmaster. When I formally stated the events of the dinner from the night before last, Grandmaster didn’t hear it at all and thought I was making up nonsense.
*This was actually quite illogical. No matter what, such a dismissive attitude shouldn’t be possible.*
*Once is understandable, but if it happens every time, it’s more than just coincidence.*
*So, was he avoiding it?*
*No, it was something else influencing Grandmaster to avoid, seeking the safest passage.*
*Grandmaster was not stupid, nor was he pretending to be. Instead, an invisible hand was subtly guiding him at specific times, making his actions appear foolish.*
*Using this logic to backtrack those previous events seemed to make everything explainable.*
*Why did I sometimes find Grandmaster unfathomable, yet other times unreliable? Why did Liu Xiazi and Mr. Shan always show such a mixed feeling of hatred and resignation towards Grandmaster? They had known him for decades, proving to be numb, as Liu Yumei said, accepting it.*
Li Zhiyuan found it hard to imagine how a person’s Fortune could be so good to such an extent.
He suddenly remembered the fate chart he once calculated for Grandmaster, his first attempt at combining facial features and deductions, resulting in entirely reversed readings for Grandmaster.
*That was really a blow to me, the first time I felt frustration in learning. But what if I actually didn’t miscalculate?*
*After all, after reading fortunes for Xue Liangliang, Zhao Hequan, and these people, I quickly got correct confirmations.*
*But if I didn’t miscalculate for Grandmaster, then how deep must Grandmaster’s Fortune be to totally cover...or even overturn his fate chart?*
Li Zhiyuan asked, "So Grandmaster never suspected anything himself?"
Liu Yumei picked up a piece of pastry, took a gentle bite, and replied,
"Who would ever suspect a problem with themselves just because they live a carefree, illness-free life and frequently spend time by the river without ever getting wet? Is there a need to actively dig and reflect on why their life goes so smoothly, to uncover the secret and change it? Is he crazy?"
Li Zhiyuan realized he had indeed asked a stupid question. Who would think being lucky is an illness?
However, he quickly thought of something else: "So, would this money affect other people too?"
"What do you mean, do you also want to pick up money?"
"No, I was just speaking figuratively. For example, would the effect of this money influence me?"
Liu Yumei pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, as if wanting to avoid the question.
Li Zhiyuan continued, "Several times, when I found dirty money, my first instinct was to hide it from Grandmaster, not to tell him the truth. Only after a while did I realize I shouldn’t keep it from him. But whenever I did tell him about the dirty money, Grandmaster never believed me.
Grandmaster not believing makes sense to me now. But my initial reactions, were they influenced?"
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"But I’m afraid you’ll regret knowing."
Liu Yumei gently rubbed the edge of her teacup with her fingers, her gaze lingering on the banknote the boy had just taken out:
"Some things have long been marked with a price in the dark and the transaction is complete."
Li Zhiyuan felt a shock in his heart. He looked at Liu Yumei in disbelief.