I became famous in the interstellar world by fortune-telling

The shockwave on StarNet lasted only a few minutes before public opinion began to split in two. Netizen A: "I feel like my worldview has shattered and I need to piece it back together." Netizen B: "This must be a group scam." Netizen C: "I remember, two years ago there was a Master Lin who claimed to have prophetic abilities, but didn't he get caught by the interstellar police? I heard he was part of a scam for money and romance." Netizen D: "Right! I hadn't thought of that until you mentioned it. It was just as sudden back then. The universe is vast; all kinds of people exist. If someone really had those abilities, would they be in such financial trouble? If I believe this, then I must be a fool." Regardless, the WB account named "Call Me Daddy" saw an explosive increase of two million followers. The account holder had no history of posts at all, leaving fans to entertain themselves, hurling insults back and forth between believers and skeptics. Yun Mo felt an immense sense of satisfaction because she sensed a spark of faith, however faint, that was gradually mending her spirit. The long-lost feeling of comfort warmed her entire being. Well, at least this online brawl wasn't a waste; it could lead to more opportunities for planning in the future. As she thought this, she continued tapping on the screen. Call Me Daddy: @Wind Blows Cool Bum, since your credit seems decent, I'll give you a reading when you need it. Wind Blows Cool Bum: … Call Me Daddy: @Everyone, one reading for 800 star coins, feel free to DM the WB account! Netizens: …I was almost convinced! Qin Mu politely knocked on the hospital room door, his heart filled with complex emotions, his expression conflicted. "Doctor Qin?" Yun Mo said, stroking her chin as she looked at him. Qin Mu approached her with a hint of awe: "You? You really aren't an ultra-psychic?" "Didn't your hospital check me countless times?" Yun Mo replied with a scoff. "What's wrong with this?" Qin Mu said as he pulled out a paper ash. He clearly remembered that Li Pengyun drove carefully, and there hadn't been any issues until they dropped Director Huang off at the Medical Association. The navigation for the return trip showed that there were no other hovercars on their route, which meant the chance of an accident was extremely low. "We were too cautious," Wang Mingtao sighed in relief, although he still felt a little disappointed. "It seems that the charlatan was just lucky, or maybe he knows Hong Xingwen…" Li Pengyun added. "Ah!" Qin Mu suddenly felt a burning pain in his left leg. "What's wrong?" Li Pengyun jumped at his shout, causing the steering wheel to swerve. "Crash!" The rearview mirror was scraped off by a yellow supercar. The two cars quickly landed on Princeton Road, and a middle-aged man, drenched in sweat, ran up from the opposite hovercar. "Are you all okay? How did you end up going the wrong way?! If I had gone any faster, it could have ended in tragedy!" The three exchanged glances, "What wrong way?" The middle-aged man opened his smart brain, "Didn't you update the route for your hovercar?" The three felt their hearts race: …wrong way! Full responsibility! Lives at stake! If… if Qin Mu hadn't shouted out, if Li Pengyun's hand hadn't shaken, then… "Bro, you're my real brother, can you help me introduce this guy?" Wang Mingtao's eyes sparkled. "I need to ask first," Qin Mu said, feeling a bit dizzy. What he didn't mention was that the talisman in his pants had likely burned, and that burning sensation had made him shout out. "Just toss it, it's useless," Yun Mo glanced at the paper ash and said. "You…" Qin Mu didn't know what expression to make, cautiously asking, "A friend wants to meet you." "Oh," Yun Mo replied nonchalantly. "What does 'oh' mean?" Qin Mu asked. "I told you, one reading a day, only for fated people, right?" Yun Mo replied. Qin Mu: "He's very wealthy!" Yun Mo: "Oh." Qin Mu: "Aren't you short on money?" Yun Mo: "Oh." Qin Mu: …"What exactly are you thinking?" Yun Mo was browsing charity organizations on Central Star, feeling a bit impatient, she looked up at him: "What are you thinking? I'm going to Feis restaurant for an interview, so stop daydreaming and be a good citizen!" Qin Mu: …Is she returning his words back to him unchanged?! Can she be any more petty? "What time are we leaving? I finish work early today," Qin Mu checked his watch, it was three-thirty, and if all went well, he could arrive before dinner. Yun Mo didn't respond but opened the StarNet app to calculate the time. Qin Mu curiously leaned in, "What's this?" "Have you heard of auspicious dates?" Yun Mo asked. Qin Mu nodded. "Today is 'Ding' day, which is good for building stoves, banquets, and making agreements, but not suitable for lawsuits, medical matters, or going to war." Qin Mu was puzzled: "So?" Seeing his serious expression, Yun Mo thought about it and realized being alone in the universe was indeed inconvenient. Since this person seemed decent and contributed to her faith value, which nourished her spirit, she believed in being kind to her own kind; that was Yun Mo's principle. Yun Mo sat up straight and said earnestly, "Qinglong, Mingtang, Jinkui, Tiande, Yutang, Siming, these are the six auspicious pathways, and the so-called auspicious days correspond to these six pathways." "Besides the six auspicious pathways, there are also six minor auspicious days. Establishing, filling, leveling, and collecting black; removing dangers and determining yellow; all openings can be used, but all breaks cannot be forced; that's what these six minor pathways refer to." Qin Mu: …I don't understand; he just wants to know what time to leave. "I converted the star calendar to the ancient Earth calendar, and calculated that today is 'Ding' day in the twelve building stars, so you lost your case," Yun Mo explained. Qin Mu was exasperated: "Why didn't you say that earlier?" Yun Mo: "If I had, would you have been able to postpone the court hearing?" Qin Mu: …"So have you figured it out? What time are we leaving?" "Four-thirty is the best time to depart; it's an auspicious hour!" Qin Mu had never felt like he had communication barriers, but in front of this girl, he found himself speechless more often than not. "Okay, I'll come find you at four-thirty!" "Mm," Yun Mo waved her hand grandly, "You may leave." Qin Mu: …Leave you, sis! He was filled with rage as he turned to walk out, berating himself a hundred times more for falling for such nonsense—what kind of so-called master is this? Just a scam artist riding the wave! "Wait a moment," Yun Mo suddenly remembered something and called him back. "What is it?" Qin Mu turned back, annoyed. "Can you help me find out which charity organizations on Central Star are reliable?" Yun Mo pointed to three listed on the screen. "Aren't you the one who can calculate?" Qin Mu asked. "Why use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?!" Yun Mo replied. "How about this one, 'Zero One Fund'? I've heard they have a good reputation," Qin Mu casually pointed; he often donated to this one. "You have good taste," Yun Mo filtered through the three options, all of which she felt radiated good karma, with the 'Zero One Fund' being the best among them, which Qin Mu confirmed, just as a double-check. "Ding…" As the transfer completed successfully, Yun Mo sighed in relief and sprawled flat on her bed. "You…" Qin Mu was somewhat shocked; he had just seen this girl donate half of her entire 164 star coins. What kind of person is this?! He couldn't help but reassess his opinion of Yun Mo. If Yun Mo knew what he was thinking, she would have simply told him, "Silly son!" (End of this chapter)