Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Back at the store, Yang Sitian arrived in less than half an hour.

"Brother Da Lin!"

As soon as Yang Sitian saw Fatty Lin, she started acting like a jerk.

"Sweetie, you're in for a treat today! Your brother Feng has just developed a new medicinal oil that will make you look at least three years younger!" Fatty Lin said, pinching Yang Sitian's cheek.

"Really?" Yang Sitian asked innocently, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Little hussy, why don't you try and see?"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin put his arm around Yang Sitian and walked toward the physiotherapy room.

I watched calmly, already used to it.

Long Nier was immune to this situation, but Shen Yuehong was a little uncomfortable with it.

She was only in her early twenties when she died; she had just started working and had little experience.

In the years since her death, all she has seen are various filming scenes on set. She has never seen anything like this where people can get along so well in just a couple of sentences.

She glanced at us, then at the closed door of the therapy room, her lips twitched, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

About half an hour later, Fatty Lin led a radiant Yang Sitian out of the treatment room.

After they came out, Fatty Lin patted Yang Sitian on the shoulder. Yang Sitian came over and said, "Brother Feng, Sister Nini, I'm going back now. The medicated oil worked really well, thank you so much for today!"

"What are you thanking me for? If you really want to thank me, bring a few more clients!" I said with a smile.

"If I bring it, Brother Feng has to give me a 20% discount!" Yang Sitian said with a hint of cheekiness.

As soon as she finished speaking, Long Nier's face fell.

"Sister Nini, I have to go now!"

Yang Sitian's expression changed, and after uttering a single sentence, she fled as if her life depended on it.

"Why!"

Fatty Lin shook his head helplessly and followed.

"Nier, I didn't say anything excessive!"

Without thinking, I gave an explanation.

"I know!"

Long Nier snorted and said, "There are too many vixens in this circle!"

"Yes, yes, that's too much!" I agreed.

Two minutes later, Fatty Lin returned.

"Honey, no offense, but try not to be so jealous!"

As soon as Fatty Lin opened his mouth, he began to lecture Ni'er.

"If we scare Yang Sitian, who will help us arrange a meeting with Chen Weishan? If we can't get Chen Weishan to come, how will we avenge Sister Yuehong?"

I was just about to applaud Fatty Lin for getting bold and daring to teach Ni'er a lesson when he suddenly changed the subject and brought up Shen Yuehong.

Nier's face was cold, her lips were already pouting, and she was ready to retaliate. But when Shen Yuehong was mentioned, her pouting lips relaxed, she nodded, and said, "Brother Pang, I didn't think it through!"

"Okay, I'll be more careful next time!"

"I'm fat," Lin said, frowning.

I shook my head inwardly, thinking, "They actually let this guy get away with it."

"Fatty, how's it going with your talk with Yang Sitian?" I quickly changed the subject, afraid that he would get too caught up in the role and act too pretentious, which might annoy Nier.

"It's settled. We know everything we need to know!"

After thinking for a moment, Fatty Lin said, "Chen Weishan is a very smart person!"

"How so?" I asked.

"For example, back when their group hadn't split up, he was the one the brothers had their eye on. When he realized something was wrong, he pretended not to know and turned around and found Yang Sitian as his girlfriend!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said."

"You mean, he used Yang Sitian as a shield to avoid being gay with his brother, right?" I was amused.

"That's right!"

Fatty Lin laughed too, "Yang Sitian said that Chen Weishan is very smart and knows how to make choices. I guess that even if Chen Weishan is unwilling this time, he probably won't refuse Luo Yufu. But who knows about his two brothers who are currently in love!"

"Won't this cause a stir?" I asked.

"Would it have been useful to refuse?" Fatty Lin didn't answer, but instead asked a question in return.

"It's no use!" I thought for a moment and shook my head.

Given Liu Mingyuan's status in the film and television industry, coupled with Luo Yufu's financial resources, refusing wouldn't really make a difference.

The more you refuse, the more enthusiastic Luo Yufu becomes.

Or rather, they didn't even have the chance to refuse. As long as Liu Mingyuan gave them a hint, Huang Dacheng would agree on their behalf without them even having to agree.

"My thought is that Luo Yufu's interest in the three of them won't end after just one time, nor is it just a casual fling!" Fatty Lin analyzed.

"I think so too. Luo Yufu is way too young!" I said.

Proper skincare can indeed make someone look many years younger.

Luo Yufu is eighty years old. An eighty-year-old's face doesn't have many wrinkles and is still very smooth. She looks about fifty years old. This is not right!

The power of technology isn't that amazing yet.

"Especially, Fourth Aunt said she has a temple!" Fatty Lin continued.

"Why do I suddenly think of that temple of the Li family that we destroyed!" I said.

Besides being a financial capital, Hong Kong Island also has another name in our metaphysical circles: the Island of a Thousand Temples.

Despite being a small island, Hong Kong Island boasts over 700 legitimate temples and monasteries.

That's right, not seventy seats, but seven hundred.

Besides these officially registered temples, there are even more private temples.

According to unofficial rumors, there are at least two thousand temples on Hong Kong Island.

Of course, some temples are not large, with only three or four people and a few rooms.

The main reason is that these temples have believers.

It's terrifying that Hong Kong Island, with its population of several million, can support two thousand temples to operate normally, and that number is still growing.

This doesn't even include the numerous feng shui shops scattered everywhere.

To put it another way, almost all of the top 100 richest people in Hong Kong have built private temples.

It goes without saying what these wealthy people want to achieve by building private temples.

Of course, some people aren't trying to live longer; they're simply following the trend.

Otherwise, if everyone else builds a temple but you don't, and everyone else makes offerings to their guru but you don't, you'll seem a bit out of place.

The chaos on Hong Kong Island reminds me of my hometown.

A similar situation is occurring in Northeast China.

In the past two years, especially after 05, the practice of shamanism has been growing at an unbelievable rate.

I don't understand either, where did so many shamans come from?

More than a decade later, it became even more outrageous; you could find two people doing this kind of work in any random neighborhood.

Back to the present, my brother and I both suspect that Luo Yufu's relationships with male celebrities weren't just for fun.

The specifics are currently unknown.

We discussed it and decided to mainly observe for now, and wait for news from the fourth wife for more details.

Once she confirmed the location of Luo Yufu's private temple, we planned to investigate first and then refrain from taking action to avoid alerting her.

"You lunatic, what do you think about me calling Uncle Nan and letting him know?"

Fatty Lin pondered for a moment and then said.

"That works!"

I nodded.

"I'll start right now!"

Fatty Lin took out his phone and called the White Dragon King.

"Uncle Nan, how's the list coming along?"

After the call connected, Fatty Lin got straight to the point without any formalities.