Fooling foreigners

A group of Second-generation rich gathered around, and Wang Xiuyuan instantly became the center of attention, beginning his journey of showing off tonight.

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"The mysterious and ancient Huaxia has too many mysterious cultures and miraculous inheritances."

"The Western world has astrology, but ancient Huaxia has a more precise path of divination in this regard."

"Western divination can only predict things that are about to happen in the short term, but Huaxia's divination is different; it can calculate the general destiny of a person's entire life."

"In Huaxia, most major families will specifically seek out a Fortune Teller after a child is born to calculate the important events of their life based on their birth time, including good and bad luck, fortune and misfortune, age milestones, and other significant matters."

"Finally, these important events are recorded in detail in a book. This process is called Pan Liunian, and the book is called the Book of Fleeting Years."

"A person's life cannot always be smooth sailing; there will always be periods of hardship, but Huaxia's Feng Shui Masters and Fortune Tellers can help change this through external forces."

"This kind of act of changing fate against the heavens ultimately requires a heavy price. The Fortune Teller who does this will inevitably suffer a backlash. Consequently, such people either have short lifespans, are lonely and helpless in their old age, or have no offspring."

"So even in Huaxia, truly reliable Fortune Tellers and Feng Shui Masters are hard to come by. The reliable ones are mostly treated as honored guests by high officials and nobles; ordinary people rarely have the chance to see them, and most of those seen normally aren't very reliable."

"Wow, how mysterious."

"To be able to divine the important events of a lifetime at birth, that's truly incredible."

"What about you, Wang Xiuyuan? Can you tell fortunes?"

A group of ignorant Second-generation rich asked one after another, as the things Wang Xiuyuan spoke of were just too miraculous.

"I don't know fortune-telling, which is a profound metaphysics, but I know something else even more interesting. It's called a Mind Barrier."

"Wow, that sounds really powerful."

"A Mind Barrier? Is it using your mind to control objects?"

"Quick, show us a demonstration."

Wang Xiuyuan's face remained serious, but he was already overjoyed inside; he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Controlling objects with the mind is too exaggerated. I can only manage to briefly isolate an object, preventing it from touching me. Let me give you a simple demonstration."

"Fiona, could you cooperate with me for a moment?"

"No problem! I'll cooperate however you want."

Fiona, called upon by Wang Xiuyuan, was full of pleasant surprise, nodding frantically as if she had won the lottery.

"In a moment, I will use my mind to form an invisible, intangible barrier over my face. At that time, nothing will be able to touch my face."

"When you kiss my cheek later, everyone will see the clue. You'll feel as though you've kissed my face, but in reality, you haven't."

"The lipstick mark left behind will stay suspended in the air for a second or two before disappearing."

Fiona was stunned. She never expected Wang Xiuyuan to ask her to cooperate in such a way. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she should first doubt her own ears or the truth of Wang Xiuyuan's words.

"Just like that? You're not playing a trick on me, are you?"

Seeing Fiona's doubt, the faces of those around them also began to show expressions of reflection and suspicion.

'Oh no, I didn't manage to completely fool these idiot Second-generation rich. I need to fix this quickly.'

Wang Xiuyuan's mind raced as he thought of a countermeasure. Fortunately, with his background in marketing, he had seen many emergencies and thought of a solution in less than three seconds.

"With so many of you watching, how could I be playing a trick? Come, touch up your lipstick first. The lip print will be clearer after you kiss me."

After saying that, Wang Xiuyuan asked someone nearby for a lipstick, uncapped it, and pressed it against Fiona's lips.

What do you do when you can't solve the problem in front of you?

The simplest and most effective way is to create a new problem to divert attention. This method is simple and efficient, used most frequently and widely known in the entertainment industry of his past life.

Although this method isn't particularly clever and anyone with half a brain could see through to the essence of the problem at a glance...

...the brainless always make up the majority in this world, so this method remains effective even decades later.

After applying lipstick to Fiona, Wang Xiuyuan began to put on a show of gathering his Qi, just like a martial arts master in a TV drama circulating their True Qi. His profound and mysterious look actually bluffed these ignorant foreigners; anyway, of the many people present, not one raised a doubt.

"I'm ready. Fiona, you can kiss my cheek now. Do it slowly so everyone can see more clearly."

"No problem, I know what to do."

Then, Wang Xiuyuan held his breath, extended his palms in front of his chest and slowly pressed down, finally nodding to Fiona to indicate she could begin.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fiona's pretty little face slowly approached Wang Xiuyuan's... and then she kissed him.

The scene was pin-drop silent. The result they saw was not what Wang Xiuyuan had described.

Some people looked at each other, but no one spoke. Others rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"Wang Xiuyuan, I think I just kissed your face. Is there something wrong with your psychic mind? Or were you not ready?"

Fiona voiced her question and even thoughtfully provided an excuse for Wang Xiuyuan.

"Exactly. I haven't used this psychic mind power for a long time, and I'm not very proficient with it."

"Wait a moment, let me prepare again."

He then performed another set of mystifying movements. Upon receiving Wang Xiuyuan's signal, Fiona pouted her red lips and approached his face.

And then... she kissed Wang Xiuyuan's face again.

Fiona: "Wang Xiuyuan, did I kiss your face again?"

"???"

"???"

"Is the light too dim and I misread it?"

"It must be because the distance was too close for us to see."

The people present were full of questions. They would rather believe they had misseen than suspect Wang Xiuyuan was playing a trick on them.

"That's right, you kissed my face again. I guess I wasn't ready again. This time, try kissing my lips," Wang Xiuyuan said with a mischievous grin.

Seeing Wang Xiuyuan's devious smile, how could everyone not realize they had been played? Various complaints came pouring in.

"Holy shit, I really believed you had superpowers just now. Turns out your superpower is tricking people."

"Fuck you, I think I've learned an incredible superpower too. I'm going to find a girl to test it out right now."

"As expected of Wang Xiuyuan, he really knows how to have fun."

Although everyone's reactions were different, the thoughts of the men converged on the same path.

Those who understand, understand.

Men, after all, have a natural, damned sense of understanding between them.

Wang Xiuyuan's character was completely different from other Chinese-Americans living in America. The biggest difference lay in his heartfelt self-confidence.

Other Chinese-Americans had been discriminated against since childhood and had little interaction with people of other races.

But Wang Xiuyuan was different.

In his past life before transmigrating, Huaxia had gradually become prosperous. Self-confidence in terms of economy, technology, military, and culture had already been established, so he lacked any sense of worship for Westerners and Western civilization.

Coupled with the fact that Huaxia civilization completely crushes Western civilization from an ideological dimension, he felt like he was watching monkeys when he looked at these foreigners.

With his heartfelt confidence, advanced insight, unique sense of humor, and the fact that he knew how to have fun even better than the foreigners, Wang Xiuyuan successfully integrated into New York's Second-generation rich circle in just a few months.

But as a transmigrator, did he really frequent nightclubs and lead a life of debauchery just for pure pleasure?

That would be underestimating him far too much.

There are so many ways to enjoy oneself, so why did he specifically choose to mingle with a group of Second-generation rich?