022. An Unexpected Windfall Opportunity?

In the news report, an archaeological expert happened to spot that inkstone in a shop. After a careful examination, he exclaimed in shock, declaring on the spot that the inkstone was an extremely precious ancient artifact!

Its value was conservatively estimated at no less than three million.

Unfortunately, the inkstone had suffered a small chip when it fell to the ground, drastically diminishing its worth—now it was valued at merely twenty or thirty thousand.

Wow~

Lin Mi nearly dropped her fried chicken as she read this, her face alight with excitement.

This was nothing short of a windfall from the heavens!

It was exactly what she had been wishing for.

"Antiques Street... two days later..."

Lin Mi pondered, realizing that the news would break two days from now, which, counting backwards, meant the incident itself would happen tomorrow.

She quickly calculated in her mind.

Given this opportunity bestowed by fate, she certainly intended to seize it!

No one had discovered the inkstone’s true value yet; rather than letting others ruin it, she might as well buy it herself, preserving its historical worth intact.

In doing so, she would be contributing—if indirectly—to the world of antique artifacts.

Lin Mi picked up her phone again, searching carefully for the exact time of the incident.

Two days ago in the morning?

"But what hour was it? This news report is so vague—it doesn’t even specify the time," she muttered, her brow furrowing. This uncertainty was sure to keep her on edge.

There was no other way; she'd simply have to stake out the place early tomorrow morning.

With her plan set, Lin Mi continued munching her fried chicken. As she browsed through gossip news with relish, a red dot suddenly blinked in her friends’ feed.

"Huh?"

Curious, she tapped it open—it was a notification for a friend’s status update.

"Wei Xun?"

She had added quite a few family and friends to her system’s contacts, but this was only the second time she’d seen a friend’s "future status" update.

The first had been Yuan Yuan’s, and she hadn’t seen any others in recent days.

Unexpectedly, she had just added Wei Xun today, and that very night his "future status" appeared.

This update included both text and an image—a photo of a traffic jam on the Second Ring elevated highway, with the caption:

"At eight-thirty in the morning, a car accident on the Second Ring elevated bridge caused a complete traffic paralysis on East Second Road. As a result, Wei Xun missed a crucial contract, losing one hundred million."

"One hundred million? Good heavens!"

Lin Mi exclaimed in awe. No wonder he was a dark horse in the financial investment circle—his deals were measured in hundreds of millions.

But to lose such a sum simply because of traffic congestion—it was certainly frustrating.

For those business magnates, punctuality and integrity were paramount.

Wei Xun traveled on the Second Ring elevated bridge daily; if anything happened there, vehicles couldn’t easily turn around—they could only wait patiently for the accident scene ahead to be cleared.

"He really is unlucky. Such a slim chance, and he walked right into it. Today he escaped a fire, tomorrow he’ll be trapped on the elevated bridge—tsk! Truly unfortunate!"

Lin Mi couldn’t help but sigh at his plight.

"Hmm... Wait?"

Suddenly, Lin Mi had an idea.

That afternoon, she had already established her identity as a disciple of metaphysics before Wei Xun, though she knew he hadn’t fully accepted it—he was still somewhat skeptical.

But this "future status" was a perfect opportunity to cement her reputation and abilities.

Moreover, Wei Xun was a rising star in the venture capital world, having achieved so much at a young age—with limitless prospects ahead.

Making friends with such a talent could only benefit her, adding to her future network.

With this thought, Lin Mi’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes shining with cunning.

She quickly opened the chat window with Wei Xun, her fingers flying across the screen as she composed a message:

"Mr. Wei, forgive my intrusion. Friendly reminder: I suggest you avoid the Second Ring elevated bridge tomorrow morning—take the Third Ring North route instead."

Satisfied with her "masterpiece," Lin Mi gazed at her sent message. Some things, if stated too plainly, might invite suspicion. Better to retain a hint of mystery.

This way, she could showcase her "foresight" without seeming abrupt or outlandish.

After all, even the current metaphysics masters probably couldn’t predict the exact details of future events.

If anyone could foresee everything down to the minute, it would be less astonishing and more terrifying!

—

Meanwhile, Wei Xun was sitting in his spacious, brightly lit study, handling important documents.

Hearing his phone vibrate softly, he picked it up and noticed the "special attention" notification—his eyebrows rose in surprise.

He hadn’t expected her message so soon.

With slender fingers, he swiped the screen and opened their chat.

"Don’t take the elevated bridge tomorrow?"

Wei Xun voiced his confusion aloud. The message was odd, but more than anything, it piqued his curiosity.

The Second Ring elevated bridge was his usual route to the company.

Of course, there were other options, but this was the fastest way.

He had driven back and forth countless times over the past year or so, and nothing had ever happened.

But remembering Lin Mi’s uncanny abilities, Wei Xun dared not dismiss her warning entirely.

Could something happen on the elevated bridge tomorrow?

With that thought, Wei Xun sent a message to ask Lin Mi.

After finishing her fried chicken, Lin Mi saw his reply and smiled knowingly.

Hooked!

"If you trust me, don’t take the elevated bridge tomorrow morning, or you’ll lose a large sum of money."

Lin Mi quickly sent the message back. The warning was clear enough.

If he stubbornly insisted on taking the bridge tomorrow morning, he’d have no one to blame but himself.

**

"Is it really that miraculous?"

Wei Xun was slightly stunned by her reply.

Lose a large sum of money?

How much counts as "large"?

He happened to have an important meeting tomorrow morning—a contract worth over one hundred million was due to be signed.

The negotiations had taken a long time; finally, they’d reached the signing stage. This deal was crucial for his company.

Wei Xun put down his phone, leaned back in the chair, and fell into deep thought.

Lin Mi...

This woman always brought him unexpected "surprises," like an enigma he couldn’t help but want to unravel.

Rationally, he didn’t believe in metaphysics. He trusted only science and data.

Yet Lin Mi’s string of "coincidences" made him treat her with growing caution.

"Could she really possess some special ability?"

The thought flashed through Wei Xun’s mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

No use overthinking.

The truth would reveal itself in time—what’s real cannot be faked.