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Chapter 166: [166] Whether others believe it or not, I believe it_1
“Come, Tang Feng, sit here by me.”

After listening to Zhou Bingrui and Xi Shijing’s narratives, Sun Qiuyang also held Tang Feng in high regard, “Mr. Sun here likes friends with a sense of justice and loyalty the most. As for you, we are friends for life.”

After speaking, he took the initiative to give up his place.

The others also left their seats in succession, moving down by two seats.

Since Tang Feng was to sit next to Zhou Bingrui, it was natural for Xu Xinling, who came with him, to be seated beside him. Moving back by two places was correct.

Everyone settled back into their seats and began to clink glasses and drink.

All being young people, it was easy to find common topics, and the private room quickly livened up.

Tang Feng, the newcomer, undoubtedly became the star of the day, receiving toast after toast from everyone.

He didn’t have many friends, especially male friends.

Now, being enthusiastically urged to drink by everyone, he was elated and didn’t refuse any offers.

They were drinking 53-proof Moutai, and even though he only took a sip each time, after rounds with more than a dozen people, he became quite tipsy.

Xu Xinling couldn’t bear to watch any longer and wanted to intercept some of the drinks for him.

“Scram, this is a matter for us men, you women should butt out,” said Tang Feng ungratefully, pushing her away and continuing to drink.

Xu Xinling huffed and glared at him, then gave up trying to intervene.

“Mr. Tang, tell us, why were you so sure there was something wrong with that batch of stone material today?”

Sun Qiuyang, his face also flushed from drinking, wrapped his arm around Tang Feng’s neck and asked.

The others at the table set down their drinking glasses, equally curious about this issue.

As the saying goes: “Even immortals struggle to judge the quality of the uncut jade.”

With raw stones, you only really know what is inside once they are cut open.

But Tang Feng today had been able to determine beforehand that the batch of material was all waste.

That was somewhat inconceivable.

Normally, Tang Feng would have given some evasive and convoluted excuse.

But today he’d had a bit too much to drink, which had triggered that innate male impulse to boast and bluff.

He took a cigarette from Sun Qiuyang’s pack in front of him and placed it in his mouth.

Sun Qiuyang, quick to react, lit it for him.

“This is my secret, which I usually don’t tell anyone. I’m telling you guys today… but you mustn’t go spreading it around, okay?” he said, holding the cigarette with one hand and taking a sip from his glass with the other.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Tang, we definitely won’t talk about it,” Sun Qiuyang assured, thumping his chest loudly.

The others around the table nodded in agreement, “Right, right, we absolutely won’t talk.”

“Whoever dares to blabber, don’t blame me for not recognizing him as a brother.”

“Whatever Mr. Tang says today, we’ll keep it to ourselves, understand?”

Zhou Bingrui, too, was all ears at this point, wanting to know Tang Feng’s secret technique.

Tang Feng loosened his collar and tapped the table, “Why can I tell whether or not there is jade inside the raw stone? Because I know… physiognomy skill!”

“Physiognomy skill?”

The crowd wore puzzled expressions upon receiving this answer.

What does this have to do with physiognomy skills?

“Mr. Tang? Are you referring to the physiognomy skill we are thinking of? You mean the kind used by fortune-tellers on the street?”

Feeling a bit incredulous, Sun Qiuyang continued to question him.

“Nonsense, what kind of physiognomy skills do they have? That’s trickery. Our Heavenly Profound Sect’s physiognomy skills can foretell good or bad fortune, life or death, and commune with spirits… they are capable of anything…”

Tang Feng bluffed on, while inwardly feeling relieved.

He had almost inadvertently spilled the beans about the system.

Thankfully, he had regained his composure at the last minute and switched his line of reasoning.

Xu Xinling nearly laughed out loud upon hearing his talk of “physiognomy skill.”

This guy could really spin a yarn.

If he claimed to know martial arts, she’d believe him.

If he claimed to know physiognomy skill, she’d never believe it, not even if she were beaten to death.

But the others didn’t see it that way; Tang Feng had them completely bamboozled, their faces full of curiosity.

“Mr. Tang, aren’t you stretching it a bit? Predicting fortune and death, doesn’t that sound a bit far-fetched?” Sun Qiuyang clearly doubted his words.

They were, after all, the new youth of a new era, how could they believe such superstitious nonsense?

“If you don’t believe it, just leave it, as if I never said anything,” Tang Feng said, now slightly more sober and preferring to keep a low profile.

But by now, everyone’s curiosity had been piqued, and they were not about to let him off easily.

“Feng, whether or not others believe, I do. Show us a little of your physiognomy skill, let us see what you can do,” Zhou Bingrui interjected, having been silent until that moment.

He was genuinely curious about how powerful Tang Feng’s physiognomy skill was.

After all, his extraordinary judgment on raw stones during their few encounters was nothing short of miraculous.

To attribute it all to luck seemed far-fetched.

Perhaps his physiognomy skill was real.

“Just demonstrate a little, let us broaden our horizons.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The others echoed in chorus.

Unable to deflect further, Tang Feng reluctantly agreed and scanned the room, “Then I’ll show you a little. Who wants to give it a try?”

“I’ve been a bit unlucky lately, help me figure it out,” volunteered Sun Qiuyang, sitting beside him. The others originally wanted to join the fun too but seeing Sun Qiuyang take the initiative, they didn’t say anything further.

Tang Feng nodded, picked up a dish of peanuts from the table, and slid it towards him, “Grab a handful and spread them on the table.”

Actually, his “physiognomy skill” didn’t require such hassle at all.

Using the scanning system and mastery in physiognomy, he could easily know everything about Sun Qiuyang.

He was simply putting on a show. Otherwise, if he could divine so much with a flick of his fingers, he’d probably be whisked away by some secret agency to be studied.

Following his instructions, Sun Qiuyang grabbed a handful of peanuts and scattered them across the table.

Tang Feng then picked up a chopstick and started toying with the peanuts, muttering words that no one could understand.

And frankly, his act of playing the mystic was quite convincing.

The rest held their breath, careful not to disturb his analysis.

Only Xu Xinling found it difficult to suppress her amusement at his antics.

If he couldn’t deliver results soon, he might just be roughed up by the group, she mused.

After putting on a show for a while longer, Tang Feng slapped the chopstick down on the table, “Done.”

Qiuyang immediately perked up, “What did you figure out?”