79: Chapter 79 What she wanted to calculate was the human heart.

Jiang Feng looked at Lu Cheng's expressionless face, and only one thought crossed his mind.

"This woman is definitely doing this on purpose."

Old Chen stood not far away, his muscles tensed, watching Lu Cheng and the breakfast she had brought with guarded suspicion.

Lu Cheng ignored him and began to examine the villa's decor on her own, looking from the paintings on the wall to the Persian rug on the floor, her expression exactly like someone assessing the value of merchandise.

"Divination?" Jiang Feng spoke up, stepping back to leave himself a safe distance.

It wasn't mission time, so the system was just a brick in shutdown mode.

"I'm not divining anything for you."

This woman must have used some channel to analyze that my abilities have certain limitations.

She's trying to force me to show my hand.

Jiang Feng decided to use the craft passed down by his ancestors to deal with her.

The one-word mantra: Stall.

He turned around, walked over to the coffee table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of water.

"You must be aware of my rules."

Jiang Feng held the teacup and blew on the steam rising from the water.

"Not just anyone can get a reading; it requires fate and the right timing."

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The timing is wrong today; it is not suitable for divination."

Lu Cheng did not refute him; she simply took an ultra-thin tablet computer from her small bag and swiped her fingers across it rapidly.

She turned the screen toward Jiang Feng, displaying a dense data analysis chart.

"I have analyzed all your public divination time points in the past."

Lu Cheng's voice was flat and emotionless, as if she were reading an experimental report.

"I have integrated the day's weather, pedestrian density, the Ganzhi calendar system, and even online public opinion trends, conducting a multi-dimensional cross-comparison."

She extended her finger and tapped on a red curve on the screen.

"There is no statistically significant correlation between them."

"Therefore," Lu Cheng looked up, "timing is a subjective excuse. In essence, you require certain prerequisites to be willing to perform divination."

"Or rather, to activate your ability, right?"

Jiang Feng's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air.

He felt like ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through his mind.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Using big data to break my technique?"

"Is there any justice left in the world?"

"Is there no law anymore?"

Old Chen stood on the side, and although he was confused by all the talk of cross-comparison and statistics, not understanding a single word,

he could sense that his boss's unfathomable aura seemed to be leaking.

His boss was losing the upper hand in terms of momentum.

Old Chen's expression became even more guarded; he moved half a step forward, his protective instinct clearly visible.

Jiang Feng was speechless, so he had to lift his teacup to his lips, wanting to take a sip to hide his embarrassment.

As a result, because he was feeling nervous, he drank too quickly.

The scalding tea burned his tongue.

He flinched violently and almost dropped the teacup.

Seeing Jiang Feng in such a defeated state, Lu Cheng did not press her advantage but instead put away the tablet.

"I don't need you to give me an answer right now."

She tucked the tablet away.

"I just want to make an appointment."

She looked at Jiang Feng, her tone very serious.

"As for the divination fee..."

She took out the tablet again, pulled up a new interface, and turned the screen toward Jiang Feng.

It was a bank account balance screen.

There were no charts or curves, just a long string of numbers that made Jiang Feng dizzy.

A "1" followed by a string of... "0"s he couldn't count.

"This contains the remaining funds from all my past research projects and the total income from three artificial intelligence-related patents."

Lu Cheng's voice was very calm.

"As long as you can divine it, the price is negotiable."

Jiang Feng's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

He stared fixedly at the number, feeling his breathing stop.

"Damn, this woman isn't just rich; she must own a bank, right?"

He put down the teacup, cleared his throat, sat up straight again, and his master aura returned.

"Ahem."

"Money is just an external possession. People like us who live outside the secular world value fate above all else."

Jiang Feng said righteously, and immediately added:

"However, seeing that you are so sincere, I am not an unreasonable person."

"Tell me, what do you want to divine?"

Lu Cheng put away the tablet.

The formulaic smile on her face disappeared, revealing a kind of confusion Jiang Feng had never seen before.

"I want you to help me divine..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were asking a difficult problem that had troubled her for a long time.

"What exactly is the human heart?"

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He had prepared a bunch of stock responses, such as divining for marriage, wealth, or future prospects.

But he never expected the other party to ask such a question.

"Why do humans make so many decisions that do not conform to logic or optimal solutions because of these unstable neural responses driven by chemical signals like dopamine and endorphins?"

Lu Cheng looked at Jiang Feng, her face filled with pure curiosity.

"For example... love."

"Or for example... self-sacrifice."

The entire living room fell into dead silence.

Old Chen's mouth hung open; he was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Feng was also completely stunned.

This woman wasn't here for fortune-telling.

She was here to seek the Dao.

Like an emotionless "artificial intelligence" wanting to use metaphysical methods to understand the core emotional code of humanity.

This was already beyond the scope of a fortune teller's business, right?

This was a question that only a philosopher, or even a theologian, could answer.

Jiang Feng looked at her, and for the first time, a thought emerged in his mind:

The woman in front of him was not just a dangerous nuisance.

He was silent for a long time.

"For this question, the divination fee is very expensive."

Jiang Feng finally spoke.

Lu Cheng nodded: "I can afford it."

"When the timing is right, I will divine it for you."

Jiang Feng gave his promise.

"But the answer might not be what you want."

"I only need a data model with reference value."

After Lu Cheng finished speaking, she nodded slightly to Jiang Feng and Old Chen.

Then, she turned around and walked straight out of the villa.

The entire process was clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

Old Chen looked at the breakfast still steaming on the table, then looked at his boss, and scratched his head.

"Boss, this... what is this all about? Should we eat her breakfast or not?"

Jiang Feng didn't answer.

He walked to the window and watched Lu Cheng's back disappear at the entrance of the villa next door.

He fell into deep thought.

What is the human heart?

If I knew that, would I still be here doing fortune-telling for you?

Just then.

His phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.

Jiang Feng took out his phone; it was a few text messages.

From a number he was very familiar with.

Zhao Yi.

【Brother Jiang, there have been some new developments regarding the follow-up to the mole case. It's very troublesome. Do you have time to talk?】

【Of course, if you want to refuse, that's fine too.】

【After all, this is no game.】