Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 154 Wake-up Call (Part 2)

Chapter 154: 154 Wake-up Call (Part 2)

Chu Jin smiled faintly, her jade-white fingertips touched the bottom of the "Ace of Pentacles" card, and her red lips parted slightly, "For example, the people here."

At the same time, Chu Jin took out the energy crystal from her backpack, and under the sunlight, the transparent Crystal Ball emitted a strange light.

Seeing the Crystal Ball, Mo Qianjue’s pupils shrank, and his lazy posture disappeared in an instant as he shot up and sat on a branch.

A pair of phoenix eyes stared intently at the Crystal Ball, darkness swirling in the depths of their gaze.

An energy crystal actually appeared in the world...

The middle-aged man stared at the Tarot card, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

After making sure it wasn’t an illusion, he widened his eyes and focused intently on the card.

To others, that Tarot card might just be a lifeless object, but to him, it revealed the homeland he yearned for in his dreams.

In an ordinary peasant’s small courtyard.

"Wang Dama, what are you busy with?" A peasant woman pushed the gate open and walked into the yard with a smile, carrying a heavy load of cooking oil and rice in her hands.

In the courtyard, an old person with white hair knelt on the ground, peeling corn,

Seeing the visitor, she immediately stood up, "Director, you’ve come."

The old lady looked to be over seventy, hunched over with a face full of wrinkles, appearing extremely old.

Time had left too many marks on her body, moving anyone who saw her.

The middle-aged man’s eyes reddened instantly upon seeing this scene, and he called out with a throat choked with emotion, "Mother..."

This "Mother" was laden with too much feeling.

It was a pity that the person on the card couldn’t hear it at all.

"Wang Dama, I brought some rice and cooking oil and other daily necessities for you," the director said, carrying the items into the house.

"And us." The wooden door was opened again, and a group of simple villagers came in, some carrying a pumpkin, some vegetables, and some rice in their hands.

In any case, not a single person came empty-handed.

"Thank you all for your kindness, but I can’t accept these things," the elder said gratefully, "Chunsheng’s father and I can still work, so I can’t take your things. I deeply appreciate your good intentions," she said, bowing deeply to the villagers.

"Wang Dama, we’ve all heard about Chunsheng’s situation. Don’t worry; he will be fine. He’s such a good person; he will definitely get through this difficult time. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have survived till today..." As she spoke, the woman began to cry.

"Exactly, if it weren’t for Chunsheng, our village wouldn’t be what it is today. When he had money, he didn’t forget our village. Now that he’s in trouble, we cannot forget him! Wang Dama, please accept our token of appreciation."

"Wang Dama, on the days when Chunsheng isn’t by your side, consider me your son. I will take care of you two elders for Chunsheng! Until the day Chunsheng returns."

With the man’s words, the villagers behind him started to shout out as well.

"Right! From now on, we are all your sons!"

"We will wait with you for Chunsheng to come back."

The atmosphere was infectiously moving, with almost everyone’s eyes tearing up.

The honest villagers, who only ever knelt to heaven and earth, were now kneeling for the first time before an old person in her twilight years.

"Mother!" A unified shout broke out, completely overwhelming the old lady’s emotions. She burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, and she was about to kneel down in gratitude, "Thank you... thank you..."

A thousand words ultimately condensed into a single thank you.

True affection exists in the world.

The scene gradually faded, and the Tarot card turned back into a regular Tarot card.

But the person standing in front of the Tarot card was already in tears, heartbroken.

He didn’t realize that there were so many people in this world waiting for him to return.

At that moment, he was filled with both regret and relief.

Regret that he hadn’t returned sooner, causing his elderly mother such worry and even troubling the villagers with concern.

Relief that he truly hadn’t been abandoned by the entire world.

There was once a saying,

While parents are alive, there is a path forward in life.

When parents pass away, one is only left with the journey home.

Now, he deeply understood the true meaning of those words. He had to seize the opportunity to make amends while he still could, striving to live a life without regrets.

"Uncle, don’t cry, wipe your tears," the little lolita tugged at the middle-aged man’s clothes, stood on tiptoe, and handed a tissue to the middle-aged man.

Even though the uncle was a bit dirty, he was crying so sadly that the little lolita still kindly offered him a tissue.

The middle-aged man took the tissue and roughly wiped his face, thanking the little lolita with a hoarse voice.

He couldn’t wait any longer, the middle-aged man suddenly lifted his head, "Master, thank you for your timely awakening. I’m preparing to go home now."

Chu Jin smiled, "It’s good that uncle has figured it out. In fact, what in life can’t be overcome?"

"Master, this is for your divination fee." Saying this, he took out a red plastic bag from his pocket containing some fifty-cent, one-yuan banknotes and coins.

Chu Jin looked at the money, her eyes slightly red, and for a moment, she forgot to speak.

At the same time, the sound of the system’s notification rang in her mind, "Ding! You have gained 5% Faith Value!"

Seeing her reaction, the middle-aged man immediately explained, "Master, don’t worry, this money didn’t come from anything improper. It’s all from selling recyclables. If you think it’s not enough, leave me your card number, and once I’m back in the countryside, I’ll find a way to transfer more to you."

Chu Jin looked up and accepted the money from the middle-aged man, "It’s enough, it’s enough."

Seeing the girl accept the money from the scavenger, a flash of displeasure crossed Mo Qianjue’s eyes.

However, before the displeasure in Mo Qianjue’s eyes completely faded, the girl’s voice rang out again, "Uncle, wait a moment."

She called out to the middle-aged man who was about to turn and leave.

The middle-aged man turned back, puzzled, wondering if the master had realized the money was not sufficient and was about to give him her card number.

"Uncle, I’ve taken your money," Chu Jin took out all the cash from her backpack and handed it to the middle-aged man, "This five thousand yuan is my investment in your startup capital. After you’ve successfully started your business back home, remember to pay me back double. My surname is Chu, and I’m here doing readings every day."

"Master Chu, you’ve already helped me a lot. I can’t accept this money!" the middle-aged man looked at Chu Jin gratefully. Even though he desperately needed the money, he couldn’t accept it without any reason.

"Take it," Chu Jin insisted, pushing the money into the middle-aged man’s hands, "This money isn’t just a giveaway; consider it a loan from me. When you make it big, just remember to pay me back, that’s all."

Teardrops that the middle-aged man had been holding back surged forth once more, overwhelmed with emotion.

It turns out the world really is filled with sunshine.

"Thank you, Master Chu!" The middle-aged man bowed deeply to Chu Jin, "I will remember your kindness in my heart."

Mo Qianjue, perched in the tree, watched the delicate figure below with a leisurely gaze.

The tranquility in his narrowed phoenix eyes was increasingly disturbed.

The sense of familiarity she brought to him also grew stronger.

Whether it was her voice, her silhouette, or the distinctive, noble aura she exuded, impossible to ignore.

Where, exactly, had they met before?

Time passed quickly; there were constantly people coming for readings and just as many leaving.

Some left joyfully, while others departed with faces full of sorrow.

Mo Qianjue slowly figured out Chu Jin’s approach to giving readings; she seemed to charge based on the person’s appearance.

Elegantly dressed wealthy individuals were charged two thousand per reading.

Those in average attire, the petit bourgeoisie, were charged a thousand.

Modestly dressed middle-class individuals were charged five hundred.

There were also some laborers from the lower classes, who were only charged fifty.

And some elderly people were almost not charged at all.

For scavengers like the one just now, she even paid out of her own pocket.

The sky was growing darker, and the streetlights were gradually coming on. Chu Jin was ready to pack up her stall.

But the little lolita beside her showed no signs of wanting to go home.

"Bao Bao, you should take the bread and go home now," Chu Jin crouched down and pinched the little lolita’s cheeks, reminding her.

"I don’t want to go home," the little lolita clung to Chu Jin’s neck, her big eyes fluttering with a pleading expression, "Jin Ge, I want to go home with you."

With her lips pouting and her big eyes shimmering, her soft and adorable look was hard to refuse.

"That won’t do," Chu Jin shook her head, "Your daddy will worry. Hurry and take the bread and go home, okay? Good babies have to be obedient."