I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 637 - 454 Interest

"You already told me there might be cameras around, and that someone could be watching with a telescope. So why did you ask me to come?"

But Xia Liang didn’t respond. He only watched Wu Jiasheng with an assertive gaze. For some reason, Wu Jiasheng found that he hadn’t refused.

He took out a new piece of paper and a new pen. After thinking for a moment, he started writing.

This time, he made almost no effort to cover up his writing, merely placing his backpack on the table between himself and Xia Liang. He didn’t try to block the cameras and telescopes he suspected were there. After about a minute, his hand stopped moving.

Throughout the process, he kept looking at Xia Liang. Xia Liang, in turn, simply watched his eyes with a faint smile, never once tilting his head or making any other movement. After he finished writing, Wu Jiasheng simply placed his hand over the paper, not making any significant effort to conceal it.

Whatever. There might be surveillance around, but I’ll risk it.

This time, Wu Jiasheng was certain that Xia Liang would be able to guess what he had written. After all, he hadn’t done much to hide it. If there was surveillance, Xia Liang could surely find out through the monitors.

"Guess," Wu Jiasheng said with a laugh before continuing, "You already told me how you figure things out, but you still want me to play one last round. What’s the point? You can find out what I wrote through the surveillance anyway."

Hearing Wu Jiasheng’s words, Xia Liang just smiled faintly. He then suddenly stood up, picked up the backpack from the table, and set it on a nearby chair.

"This tablecloth is brand new. Don’t get it dirty."

After speaking, Xia Liang turned and left, his unchanging smile seeming to say that he had arranged everything long ago.

Seeing Xia Liang leave so abruptly, Wu Jiasheng was baffled. Why isn’t he even playing this round?

That’s right! He must not have been able to guess what I wrote, so he got embarrassed and ran off! After all, what I wrote just now was a phrase with several words, not just a string of numbers like before. There’s no way it would be that easy to guess. He’s definitely a fraud.

At this thought, Wu Jiasheng couldn’t help but chuckle. He decided he would go tell his father later that this Master Xia, who seemed so omniscient and omnipotent in his father’s eyes, couldn’t even figure out what he had written. The man had no real skill at all!

As Xia Liang’s figure grew more distant, the smile on Wu Jiasheng’s face grew wider. After taking a sip of water, he subconsciously glanced at the tablecloth.

This tablecloth belongs to the set. The set belongs to the director, and my dad is the director. That means this tablecloth is mine, too! I can get it dirty if I want. What’s it to you? Hmph. Just trying to change the subject.

Chuckling to himself, Wu Jiasheng picked up his backpack, ready to put it back on the table. However, just as he lifted it, his hand froze in mid-air.

There were strange marks on the tablecloth, looking as if something had seeped through from the other side. Frowning, Wu Jiasheng instinctively used his other hand to flip the entire tablecloth over.

RUSTLE.

The reverse side of the tablecloth was slowly revealed before his eyes, and Wu Jiasheng saw dozens of characters already written there. The moment he saw them clearly, he froze, his face filled with shock.

What was written on the other side of the tablecloth was a seemingly random string of words and a sentence. Staring at them, Wu Jiasheng’s face turned ashen white. He stood motionless, as if drained of all strength. It was as if his joints had stiffened, leaving him utterly still. Only the shock in his eyes continued to deepen.

His gaze swept over the back of the tablecloth again and again, confirming the words. The more certain he became, the uglier his expression grew.

Because those lines of text were exactly what he had just written.

Taking several deep breaths, Wu Jiasheng shakily unfolded the paper he had written on. The content on the paper was identical to the writing on the back of the tablecloth. Even the misspelled word in the last sentence was exactly the same!

CLANG.

Staring at the tablecloth, Wu Jiasheng could no longer maintain his composure. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the chair beside the table.

As his perspective lowered, he noticed a line of small text at the very bottom of the tablecloth.

Left by Xia Liang: 460

Staring at the line, Wu Jiasheng couldn’t help but swallow hard, though a flicker of doubt still appeared in his eyes.

What is this string of numbers at the end? Wait...

Just as a sliver of composure returned, his expression changed drastically. He suddenly remembered—those were the exact numbers he had written at the very beginning!

What he had written on both occasions had already been left on the tablecloth by Xia Liang.

Swallowing hard, Wu Jiasheng finally understood. From the very beginning, it was never about Xia Liang guessing what he would write. It was that Xia Liang had already known what he was going to write.

Wu Jiasheng was certain he had jotted down that string of numbers completely at random. He had written whatever came to mind, and the second sentence was the same—it was all a product of his own whimsical thoughts, even including some bizarre phrases he had concocted himself.

And yet, Xia Liang had already predicted it all.

With trembling hands, Wu Jiasheng flipped the tablecloth back over. Staring at the faint ink smudges that had bled through to this side, he took another deep breath.