Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 442 Breaking the Formation 2

After Uncle Liu and the other three left, we stayed in Shenzhen for another week.

This week, we stopped paying attention to the Central Bookstore after seeing the Four Spirits statues buried.

As for the subsequent promotion, it's not something that can be done in a short time; Mr. Yu needs to send someone to supervise it.

The rest of the time, we were constantly visiting the various plots of land owned by Mr. Shui and Mr. Jingu in Pengcheng.

Together with the plots of land owned by the group of them and Boss Yu, they owned more than thirty plots in total.

Most of these plots of land are fine, and those that do have minor issues are only minor.

After confirming that everything was in order, we discussed the subsequent feng shui design and decided to outsource it.

Of course, the feng shui master who took over the job was also found in Hong Kong, or rather, introduced by Jin Gu and others.

That's right. After Jingu contracted the feng shui business of the Big D Association to us, he learned that we wanted to outsource the feng shui design tasks, so he recommended a feng shui master he approved to us.

This move proved that our guess at the time was correct: they outsourced the feng shui of Shenzhen to us so that my brother and I would be the scapegoats.

In other words, they most likely knew about the Central Bookstore incident a long time ago, but they didn't want to offend the Japanese. It just so happened that Mr. Shui was cooperating with them at that time, so they used Third Master as an excuse to contract the feng shui to us two brothers.

Doing this would save face for Third Master and also provide someone to take the blame.

Even if we knew, my brother and I didn't really care.

Too many lice won't bite, too many debts won't worry us. We've been enemies with the Jiuju lineage for a long time, so one more time won't make a difference.

Back on Hong Kong Island, we received nearly 30 million HKD, which we immediately donated, keeping only a few million for ourselves.

"You're crazy, don't you feel any pain?"

After donating the money, Fatty Lin asked in a cheeky tone.

"I don't feel bad!"

I shook my head and said, "Why should I feel bad? We make money quickly. If it's really not enough, you just have to work harder and do more work, and we'll have enough!"

At this point, I paused, deliberately glancing at Fatty Lin who had started grinding his teeth, and said, "Hey you, didn't Zhang Xiaoling want you to treat her health? Hurry up and call Sister Helen, tell Zhang Xiaoling to come over, and the money will be there!"

"You're crazy, you think I'm a stud, aren't you?" Fatty Lin said through gritted teeth.

"You said it yourself, I didn't!" I denied calmly.

"You motherfucker..."

Unable to win the argument, Fatty Lin glared and started swearing. I scoffed and said, "Do you want to take my medicine or not?"

"think!"

Fatty Lin gritted his teeth and swallowed his words back. Not only did he swallow them back, but he also forced a smile and said, "Thirteenth Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"

"You know you're wrong, yet you still haven't called Helen and asked Zhang Xiaoling to come over and make money?" I said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'll hit you, I'll hit you!"

Fatty Lin gritted his teeth and pulled out his phone.

After the call connected, he immediately changed his tune and said, "Sister Helen, I'm back. What does Zhang Xiaoling mean by this? Still trying to recuperate?"

"Treating it!"

Li Hailun replied with a smile, "You wait here, I'll call Zhang Xiaoling right now and send her your number so she can contact you!"

"Okay, Sister Helen, I'll treat you to dinner later!" Fatty Lin chuckled as he hung up the phone.

"Virtue!"

I scoffed, didn't argue with him, and slowly went downstairs.

Zhang Xiaoling arrived at 8 PM.

Zhang Xiaoling is even more charming in person than in the movies.

There's a saying, something like that, that's what she is—naturally alluring.

The key point is that Zhang Xiaoling is different from those actresses in the entertainment industry who cultivate their coquettishness later in life. She comes from a wealthy family and seeks men not for a living, but for her own pleasure. Her every smile and gesture is natural, without the affectation of some female stars, which is why she is so alluring.

Perhaps because Li Hailun had warned me beforehand, or perhaps because she had heard of Long Nier's reputation, Zhang Xiaoling treated me and Fatty Lin differently after we met.

To me, it means I'm serious and never smile.

Her gaze towards Fatty Lin was like a hook, as if she wanted to hook him into her body.

"Sister Ling, let's go, let me help you relax and get your muscles and bones in order!"

After a quick pulse check, before I could say anything, Fatty Lin couldn't wait to start making money.

"Master Lin, it's up to you now!"

Zhang Xiaoling smiled charmingly, and placed her slender fingers on Lin Pangzi's wrist.

I didn't say anything. Judging from this, it seemed like we had met our match.

For the next two weeks, Zhang Xiaoling came to see Fatty Lin every day. Just as I expected, Fatty Lin met his match and lost five pounds in two weeks.

That afternoon, after Zhang Xiaoling left, Fatty Lin slumped onto the sofa and said, "Crazy, give me some pills!"

"You thought you were so great? I advised you before, and you even called yourself a fat motor. What's wrong? Did your fat motor run out of gas and won't start?" I won't let go of any opportunity to mock Fatty Lin.

"Thirteenth Brother, give me some encouragement!"

Fatty Lin, with a shameless grin, held out his hands in front of him, looking like a beggar.

"You're really shameless! You can't even hammer a nail in!" I was speechless.

In terms of shamelessness, ten of me can't match one of him.

"Hey bro, give me some!" Fatty Lin said nonchalantly, still grinning.

"Take this, eat it sparingly!"

I took a small porcelain bottle out of my pocket and threw it over.

"Crazy, that's a good friend! I knew you had it prepared!" After taking the porcelain bottle, Fatty Lin immediately changed his address, no longer calling him "brother."

"Tell me, what do you mean? It's been half a month already, how long do you plan to play?" I asked.

"I'm not playing anymore!"

Fatty Lin popped two pills into his mouth, chewed them twice, swallowed them, and said, "Zhang Xiaoling's health has almost recovered. Her next treatment won't be until three months from now!"

"How much do you charge?" I asked.

"I gave her a 50% discount, one million at a time!" Fatty Lin said.

"Does she have that much money?" I looked at Fatty Lin suspiciously.

"Someone's paying!" Fatty Lin said.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Chen Dazhang, chairman of Baosheng Group, whose family assets are 20 billion!" Fatty Lin said.

"She's quick! She's only been back a few days and she's already hooked up with someone!" I said.

Few people may know Chen Dazhang, but many know his great-uncle, the famous warlord of Guangdong during the Republic of China era, known as the "Southern King".

"With such a big shot here, why didn't you ask for more?" I asked.

"The big boss isn't a sucker. The reason he's willing to pay this time is because Zhang Xiaoling is surrounded by the halo of America's famous producer!" Fatty Lin said.

"Oh, by the way, Li Donglin called me and said he'll be coming over in a couple of days!"

"Fat Lin said again."

"Are you here to eat, drink, have fun, or what?" I asked.

"He said he'd introduce us to a job!" Fatty Lin said.