Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 397 Boxing Match Observations 2

"Chen Lang, go watch the show somewhere else!"

Upon seeing the man, Fourth Wife snorted, pointed outside, and directly ordered him to leave.

I sized up the man; this must be the young master Lang that Big Head Biao had mentioned.

Without a doubt, this must be some young master from a wealthy family.

Judging from the tone of Fourth Wife, this person did not come to say hello, but to watch the show, or rather, to watch Fatty Lin and Luo Yufu.

"Mr. Liang, Fourth Aunt, can't I even take a look?" Chen Lang chuckled nonchalantly, sat down directly, and looked at Fatty Lin, saying, "Mr. Lin, let's get acquainted. I'm Chen Lang. My family used to run a nightclub, but now we're in finance and fresh produce. Half of Hong Kong's fresh produce business belongs to my family!"

"Just because it's your house doesn't necessarily mean it has anything to do with you!"

Fatty Lin reached out and shook his hand, saying, "Young Master Lang, let me remind you, your eyes are unfocused, your forehead is dark, your temples are sunken, and your 'literary palace' (a point on the face) is dull with bluish lines. I think you've most likely had your literary luck stolen!"

Fatty Lin has never been kind to people who don't respect him or take him seriously.

So even though they shook hands, they didn't forget to mock him, and at the end, they planted a nail, saying that his literary luck had been robbed.

"Lin Sheng, what do you mean?" Chen Lang's expression changed instantly.

"Oh no, that's it, their eyeballs have been gouged out too, we lost!"

Fatty Lin ignored him, instead pointing at the boxing ring and slapping his thigh, saying to Luo Yufu beside him, "Sister Fu, I told you this kid was doomed. We should have bet a little earlier!"

"It's okay, it's okay, let's not be angry. You tell me what to bet on later, and I'll bet on it for you!" "Luo Yufu" was also a good actress. She patted Fatty Lin's arm with a look of doting affection.

"I'm asking you, what exactly do you mean?"

Realizing he was being ignored, Chen Lang suddenly became furious and shoved Fatty Lin.

Fatty Lin swiftly grabbed Chen Lang and pinned him to the sofa, pinching his cheek as he said, "Young Master Lang, how can you be so ill-mannered?"

"You ask me what I mean? Fine, I'll tell you!"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin patted Chen Lang's face, "My meaning is simple: someone has cast a spell on you and stolen your academic luck!"

After saying that, Fatty Lin released Chen Lang.

After being released, Chen Lang suddenly stood up, looking at Fatty Lin with an uncertain expression, as if he was about to make a move.

Fourth Aunt frowned, about to get angry, when Chen Lang sat down again and said, "Master Lin, are you telling the truth?"

"The Yu family's century-old curse was broken by Master Lin!" Fourth Aunt said calmly.

It's clear that even Fourth Aunt isn't sure whether Fatty Lin was set up because Chen Lang disrespected him, or if that's really the case.

Chen Lang fell silent again, his expression shifting between light and dark, and it was unclear what he was thinking!

I was a little surprised; I didn't expect such a spoiled brat to have something to do with him.

Although Fatty Lin sometimes exaggerates, he always speaks with purpose.

There must be something wrong with Chen Lang.

It's just watching a boxing match, and you've already figured out what's wrong with it.

"Don't believe me? Let our Master Feng take your pulse. He can diagnose all your problems just by taking your pulse!" Fatty Lin pointed at me.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lang's gaze lingered between me and Fatty Lin for a moment before he said, "Alright, then let Master Feng take my pulse!"

He extended his hand as he spoke.

"My consultation fees are very expensive!" I said casually.

"I can afford the money!" Chen Lang said in a deep voice.

"As long as I can afford it!"

I smiled and placed my hand on it.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, let me see your tongue!"

After I got on, I frowned.

Chen Lang hesitated for a moment, then stuck out his tongue.

"A white, greasy tongue coating and a red tip are signs of a disturbed mind!" I said.

"Your pulse at the cun position is weak and scattered, at the guan position it is wiry and slippery, and at the chi position it is weak. This indicates that your vital energy has been stolen, your mind is not focused, your wisdom is blocked, and phlegm and dampness are disturbing your heart!"

I continued.

"Do you understand now? Your current addiction to wine and women is not because you were always like this. It's because your literary luck has been stolen. Someone has borrowed your literary fortune, which is why you have become like this today."

Before Chen Lang could speak, Fatty Lin continued.

Chen Lang's expression changed several times, but he remained silent.

"I'm asking you, were you a very good student in junior and senior high school?"

Seeing that Chen Lang remained silent, Fatty Lin asked.

"My grades were really good when I was in Form Six!" Chen Lang murmured.

"Then his grades suddenly plummeted, he lost interest in studying, his memory deteriorated, he became irritable, he couldn't stick to anything, and eventually he became addicted to alcohol and women!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said next."

"Oh, right, and violence!"

Before he could answer, Fatty Lin pointed towards the boxing ring again.

"Yes, all of it is correct!"

Chen Lang nodded.

"Young Master Lang, it's not that you've lost interest in studying, nor is it that you're going through puberty and becoming temperamental; someone stole your academic luck!" Fatty Lin patted Chen Lang on the shoulder and said, "I don't want to say more. You should think carefully about your experiences over the years and see if what I'm saying makes sense!"

At this point, Fatty Lin paused, then added, "If you don't believe me, you can ask a trustworthy master and see what they say!"

"Oh, by the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, stealing Wenchang Luck is something outsiders find very difficult to do!"

"To set up a scheme to steal your goods, you need your birth date and time, your hair, and even your approval!"

"You, think carefully about what exactly happened!"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin put his arm around Chen Lang's neck, pulled him up, and led him outside. When they reached the booth, he added, "Today, I'm accompanying my Sister Ling and Sister Fu to watch the boxing match to have fun, not to spoil the mood. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind adding some weight to your game and making you even more unlucky!"

"I see!"

Chen Lang didn't argue. He looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something. He nodded and walked out.

"Xiao Lin, is it true or false that Chen Lang was blessed with good fortune in literature?"

When Fatty Lin returned, Fourth Aunt hurriedly asked.

"real!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "Sister Ling, although I might not keep my mouth shut, I never joke about things like this. Chen Lang really did get a stroke of good luck in his studies. If you don't believe me, ask Crazy. Crazy took his pulse!"

Fourth Aunt looked at me again, and I nodded, saying, "Sister Ling, Fatty wasn't lying. People under evil spells show signs in their pulse, and Chen Lang's condition is indeed abnormal!"

"Xiao Lin, you just said that it's difficult to deal with outsiders in Wenchang?" Fourth Aunt asked after thinking for a moment.

"yes!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "Birth date and time, hair, even Chen Lang's own consent is required, meaning he has to agree without knowing the details. It's very difficult for an outsider to do that!"

"I think I know who did it!" Fourth Wife said.

"Who is it?" Fatty Lin asked, intrigued.

"It could be his biological father!" Fourth Wife said.

"What?" I thought I had misheard.

"You heard right, it's his biological father!"

Fourth Wife chuckled and said, "The waters run deep in wealthy families. What's the point of borrowing a fortune teller's pen name?"