bookbashuk Chapter 417 Counter-Suppression and Evil Locking 2
Chapter 417 Counter-Suppression and Evil Locking 2
When Fatty Lin returned after seeing off Yang Chunjiao and Liang Rujin, his mouth was practically agape in a grin.
"What's up? Did you make plans to meet again?"
Seeing his behavior, I couldn't help but say something to him.
"What's wrong? Jealous?"
"I asked provocatively, glancing at Long Nier as I did so," Fatty Lin said.
"It's not jealousy, it's just that you need to be careful. The Liang family's affairs are not simple!"
I deliberately made up an excuse.
"Xiao Lin, the Liang family's affairs are indeed not simple. You can lift the curse, but don't get too caught up in the pleasures of the world and agree to anything!" The White Dragon King spoke up at this moment.
"Uncle Nan, do you know something?"
Fatty Lin suddenly became alert and looked at the White Dragon King thoughtfully.
"Would the late Leung Ka-pong, the patriarch of the Leung family, have spent decades in the business world, gradually building his empire and eventually becoming known as the Textile King? Would such a person spend five million Hong Kong dollars on a license plate just to show off?"
The White Dragon King did not answer, but instead asked a question in return.
"No way?" Fatty Lin asked.
"Back then, everyone in the metaphysical circles said that the license plate number eight was a case of metal energy clashing with evil, turning wealth into misfortune. Did Liang Jiabang not know that?" The White Dragon King still didn't answer, but asked a question instead.
"Uncle Nan, do you mean that Liang Jiabang knew about it but still wanted to buy it, and there's another reason for that!" Fatty Lin realized.
"That's right!"
The White Dragon King nodded and said, "People in Hong Kong are devout believers in metaphysics, especially the wealthy. How could Leung Ka-pong be an exception? As far as I know, he was on good terms with several feng shui masters back then. Wouldn't they have advised him against it?"
"Yes!" Fatty Lin nodded.
"If he would still do this, he must be plotting something big!" said the White Dragon King.
"Most importantly, not long after buying that license plate, Liang Jiabang was in a car accident. This proves what people in the metaphysical circle say: that license plate number eight has a 'metallic' energy that clashes with evil, turning wealth into misfortune. Even so, he still didn't give up the number eight license plate!"
The White Dragon King spoke again.
"Uncle Nan, do you suspect that Liang Jiabang is orchestrating a grand scheme like the Yu family, the Medicine Kings, and are worried that if we rashly get involved, we might attract some trouble?" Fatty Lin asked.
"Exactly!"
The White Dragon King nodded and said, "None of these powerful families in Hong Kong are easy to deal with. They'll do anything for the sake of their family's continuation and their descendants' wealth!"
The White Dragon King's words reminded me of the Yu family's feng shui arrangement of looking back at the moon, a trapped dragon ascending to heaven.
This feng shui arrangement comes at the cost of the ancestors' souls being unable to be reborn, in exchange for the wealth and prosperity of future generations.
That guy from the Yu family is truly ruthless and vicious.
As members of the same powerful family, would Liang Jiabang do such a thing for the sake of wealth and status for his descendants?
I think it is possible.
"Uncle Nan, I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely be careful!" Fatty Lin said.
"You can arrange it yourself!" The White Dragon King glanced at Fatty Lin and sighed.
"Fatty, you'd better watch yourself!"
I sighed as well. This guy was clearly not telling the truth and hadn't taken the White Dragon King's advice to heart.
I can understand his mindset.
Firstly, with the example of the Yu family, the Medicine King, Lin Pangzi felt that since he had solved the Yu family's century-old curse, the Liang family's matter was no problem either.
Secondly, that woman, Liang Rujin, is somewhat to Lin Pangzi's liking. Or rather, Lin Pangzi has never met anyone like Liang Rujin since he came to Hong Kong, and he's become interested.
As Lin Pangzi's buddy, I know him too well. I can tell what kind of shit he's going to take the moment he sticks his butt out.
During his two years in Hong Kong, Fatty Lam encountered either celebrities or wealthy socialites. It's extremely rare to find someone like Leung Yu-kam, who comes from a wealthy family, is a top law student, and is still unmarried.
To put it bluntly, what attracted him most was Liang Rujin's identity.
"Get lost!"
Lin the Fatty wasn't too pleased with my teasing. He glanced at his watch and said, "Uncle Nan, it's getting late. Shall we eat first?"
"I had completely forgotten I was hungry if you hadn't mentioned it!" the White Dragon King said with a laugh, patting his belly.
"You lunatic, go cook!"
Fatty Lin gestured with his chin towards the outside and began to order me around.
"A dog relying on its master's power!"
I muttered something to myself and got up to prepare the medicinal cuisine.
After we finished eating and cleaning up, it was already past nine o'clock.
Fatty Lin, like a protector of a flower, accompanied me to take Luo Yufu home. As expected, we were photographed again.
It was already eleven o'clock when we got back.
After arriving at the store, I didn't get out of the car. Fatty Lin went upstairs and brought down the paper figure with Liang Rujin's name and birth date written on it.
After we took it down, my brother and I found a crossroads, burned the paper figure, scattered the ashes, and headed home.
"Fatty, what do you think about Liang Rujin's situation?"
After getting on the bus, I asked.
"Of course I'm going to make this money!" Fatty Lin held up three fingers and said, "Three million this time, and if she comes back to me next time, it'll be another three million!"
"As for what Uncle Nan said, just listen to it. He's made enough money over the years. How can we not make money too?"
"If it were just the three of us, it would definitely be enough, but don't forget our promise to Ni'er—to donate money to build a primary school and a junior high school in her hometown. That's a considerable expense!"
"Um!"
I nodded. Building a school doesn't cost much in terms of expenses, but the real problem lies in the subsequent costs.
The more children come from the village, the greater the expenses become, including book fees, desk and chair fees, meal fees, and teacher subsidies.
As for asking the locals to pay for it, everyone is poor these days and can't afford it.
If we want the local government to contribute money, we can only wait for the economy to improve, but that's a long way off, so we'll have to subsidize it.
So, don't be fooled by the fact that Fatty Lin makes millions on a single deal; we spend a lot too!
"Fatty, you've worked hard. You'll have to work harder in the future, so you don't live up to your reputation as a fat man!" I said.
"I knew you'd never say anything nice!"
The moment the smile appeared on Fatty Lin's lips, he started cursing and even slapped me.
"You fatso, I'm driving. If you hit me again, I'll crash into you!" I threatened.
"Get lost, get lost, you've had enough of living, I haven't had enough fun yet!" Fatty Lin muttered, then quieted down.
The next afternoon, after taking a nap, I gave the White Dragon King acupuncture and moxibustion, brewed a pot of tea, and continued yesterday's topic, talking about Brother Ning.
"Zhenbang and Zhang Minglou, one was too immersed in his role, and the other did it intentionally. Some things can't be avoided just because you want to!"
When the film "Farewell My Concubine" was mentioned, the White Dragon King felt a pang of sadness, just as he had yesterday.
"Uncle Nan, nobody's perfect. Cheating is cheating. This is Ning-ge's fault. Don't hide it. Just tell him what happened between them!"
Long Nier was very dissatisfied with the White Dragon King's euphemistic writing style and said it directly.
"Yes, cheating is cheating!"
The White Dragon King paused for a moment, sighed, and said, "Alright, I'll tell you!"