A life of success begins with being a landlord.

Everyone was both surprised and delighted, and they all chuckled as they reached into their pockets. Sure enough, each of them pulled out an orange with writing on it.

Some people took it out of their pants pockets, while others took it out of their shirt pockets.

Director Nie looked at the orange and laughed, "I didn't write this character."

Dao Zai Xiong held up a small tangerine: "This is the tangerine I use for writing; it has the character 'dao' (knife) on it."

The oranges in the hands of the other people were not oranges with labels written on them beforehand.

"Everyone, this is because my skills are insufficient."

I waved to everyone and said, "I've only learned a little bit. A real master will make sure that every orange you write is in your own pocket."

The Three Immortals Return to the Cave; I am also a beginner.

To have achieved this level of success is already quite remarkable.

Sister Tang asked, "Brother, tell me, how did my phone appear out of nowhere?"

"Of course I stole it. If I could conjure up a phone, would I still need to work?"

I began to explain the method I had used: "When I had you write on the oranges, I took Director Tang's phone when she wasn't looking; later, I deliberately tricked you into looking at the phone to see if it was real or not, and then put the oranges into your pockets."

Daozai Xiong clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Brother, you're a master!"

Director Nie and the others nodded to me repeatedly.

I shook my head: "I've only been practicing this magic trick for a short time, and I'm far from being a master. A true master can achieve 'no fixed concealment,' leaving no flaws whatsoever."

Director Hong asked me, "What is meant by 'unfixed treasure'?"

"The ultimate realm of magic is the absence of fixed treasures." I picked up an orange and continued explaining:

"We call the orange 'Fairy,' and the bowl 'Cave.' A true master lets you guess whatever you want. If you guess the Fairy is in your hand, it's in the bowl; if you guess the Fairy is in the bowl, it's in your hand. He can switch between them at will, making it impossible for you to guess."

Everyone nodded, as if they all understood.

Director Liu suddenly asked, "Brother, can you read by ear?"

I asked, "Was this also performed by Master Wang?"

Director Liu nodded: "Yes, Master Wang also showed off his skill of 'reading words by ear' today, which is very impressive."

I laughed.

How did such a seemingly impressive group of shrewd people get so easily fooled by a conman?

Director Nie laughed as well: "It seems that our Master Wang has also mastered the skill of listening to words."

"Since everyone is interested, let's play a little longer."

I nodded and pulled Boss Hong toward the door: "Please wait a moment, I need to ask Boss Hong for something."

Boss Hong followed me to the next private room.

I asked for an account book and said to Boss Hong, "Brother Hong, could you cooperate with me for a bit and act as a shill? I'll explain to everyone afterwards."

Boss Hong chuckled, "How can we cooperate?"

I thought for a moment: "Write 'How many flowers have fallen?' on a crumpled piece of paper, fold it into a triangle. When I ask who wrote it, just say you did."

"Understood." Boss Hong nodded.

Back in the private room, I tore open the ledger, cut out seven small pieces of paper, and had everyone write on them with their backs to me before folding them up.

The group quickly finished writing, crumpled the paper into balls, and put them in a bowl.

I picked up a crumpled piece of paper and listened to it: "How many flowers have fallen? Who wrote this?"

"I wrote it!" The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, the red-haired boss, immediately raised his hand: "Brother, you're a living god!"

I smiled, unfolded the crumpled paper, and there were two characters written in cursive script: "Loyalty and Righteousness".

"Indeed, how many flowers have fallen?"

I put down the crumpled paper, picked up the second one, and listened intently: "Strange, who wrote these in traditional characters? 'Loyalty'...what? Loyalty and righteousness!"

The bespectacled man who came with Dao Zixiong and the others hadn't spoken until now, then nodded: "That's right, I wrote it."

I smiled slightly and continued listening to the note; it was exactly as I had read.

The red-clad boss's note was folded into a triangle, but what I heard last was the content of the previous note.

This is a scam; the more people there are, the more fun it is.

I'll read the first note and remember it. When I read the second note, I'll just recite the first note, and someone will naturally recognize it.

With Boss Hong acting as a shill, it was a flawless scheme.

After hearing my explanation, Dao Zixiong suddenly understood.

Director Nie shook his head and said, "No, that Master Wang isn't like that. He can accurately describe the contents of a note just by hearing it. For example, if I write you a note, you can immediately understand it."

"As expected of the director, he is very observant."

I nodded, then cut off another piece of paper and handed it to Director Nie: "Director, write something down, and I'll listen."

Director Nie nodded, turned his back to me, wrote a few words, folded the note, and had Boss Hong give it to me.

I took the note, shook it in my palm, and then held it to my ear, listening intently.

"Incredible."

Half a minute later, I revealed the answer.

"Incredible!" Director Nie stood up, astonished, and asked, "Brother, you're truly amazing! How did you do that?"

The man with glasses also looked at me in surprise.

"This is still a technique or magic trick, not a special ability or spell."

I smiled and unfolded the crumpled paper in my right hand; it was completely blank!

Director Nie's eyes widened: "This isn't my note! Where's my note?"

I placed my left hand under the table and slowly raised it.

In his hand was an unfolded note with Director Nie's calligraphy on it—unbelievable.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Let me explain." I stood up and held up two notes:

"I just cut two identical strips of paper, you didn't see them. I shook the note written by Director Nie in my palm and switched them."

I held the blank note in my right hand, pretending to listen. My left hand, under the table, quietly unfolded the note with writing on it and saw the words. "It's that simple."

To be honest, it's not mysterious at all.

I'm not very skilled at this technique either; if I were to encounter an expert, I'd be proven wrong.

But he was completely flawless in dealing with these few incompetent fools in front of him!

"I see, I see!"

Dao Zai Xiong laughed loudly, pointing at the crowd: "If it weren't for my brother Wang Yaozu, we old foxes would have all been fooled by that Master Wang. Damn, watch how I deal with him!"

Everyone burst into laughter, with a hint of celebration.

I'm laughing too. They're just a bunch of idiots, yet they call themselves old foxes.

Are there really such stupid old foxes? I've never seen one!

Director Nie waved his hand, pointed at the bespectacled man, and asked me, "Brother Wang is a master, but look at this friend of yours, who is he?"

The bespectacled man cooperated and stood up to look at me.

I shook my head: "Director Nie, I'm not good at fortune telling."

Director Nie laughed and said, "Just say whatever you want, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong."

"Then I'll just say something casually: this friend... is a benefactor."

I scrutinized the bespectacled man again and pondered, "If I'm not mistaken, this esteemed person comes from the south. He's not a government official, but... he's a businessman with substantial funds."

Everyone exchanged glances and then gave me a thumbs up.

My face flushed, and I clasped my hands in a fist and smiled sheepishly, "I guessed right by sheer luck."

Dao Zai Xiong then introduced me: "This distinguished guest is Mr. Huo from the Hong Kong government, whose business is very large."

Mr. Huo extended his hand: "My name is Huo Yandong. It is my great honor to meet such an esteemed person. I am older than you, so I will call you Brother Wang."

"Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Huo." I quickly shook hands.

The boss asked the chef to work overtime and served another table of food and drinks.

Nobody ate much; they just drank tea and chatted.

Dao Zixiong asked me, "Brother, how did you figure out that Boss Huo is from the South and a wealthy businessman?"