Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"Alright, the matter is resolved. We'll take the child away for a proper rite of passage; you don't need to worry about him!"

Seeing Li Liangliang say this, Fatty Lin had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Xu Zhixiang gave an awkward smile, knowing that we had seen through his thoughts.

He'd love for us to leave now; he's afraid that if we stay any longer, his true colors will be revealed.

What we don't know is that Xu Zhixiang has already hooked up with his ex-wife, whom he divorced and then remarried; he's now two-timing her.

As Lin the Fat Man left Xu Zhixiang's house, he turned back, spat, and cursed, "Damn it, a slut and an idiot, a perfect match!"

"Damn, Fatty, that's a really dirty word you used!" I said.

"Fatty, Xiao Ba is still here. Set a good example for the kids!" Long Nier frowned.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, brother!"

Fatty Lin immediately admitted his mistake and even bowed to Xiao Ba.

"Chirp!"

Xiao Ba pouted and turned her head away.

Fatty Lin rolled his eyes, sighed, and said, "Infant spirits can be saved, but human hearts are difficult to save. All fates ultimately depend on one's own efforts to save oneself."

"Damn, he's showing off again!" I shook my head.

"Brother, you're not allowed to swear!"

The moment I said those words, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't say anymore!" I immediately begged for forgiveness.

We joked and played around all the way back to the hotel. We were packing our clothes to leave when a job came up.

The person who made the call was Lu Zhiping. We met him at Lu Jianbo's welcome banquet.

We are very familiar with Lu Zhiping; he was a popular young actor who was famous throughout the country back then.

As for how he became famous, it's all over the industry; he was exploited to no end by those old hands in the Beijing entertainment circle.

Everyone knows the hobbies of those veterans.

In every drama they produce, the male lead has to undergo their trials, without exception.

He called, saying he wasn't feeling well and wanted me to check him out.

"He looked alright when we last met!"

After putting down his phone, Fatty Lin leaned over and said.

"It looks alright to me!" I said after thinking for a moment.

Aside from meeting him once at the welcome banquet, we also saw him during the film festival. Lu Zhiping looked fine.

"There's no use guessing. We'll know what's going on when he gets here!" Long Nier said.

"That's true!" I nodded.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and Lu Zhiping arrived.

"Master Lin, Master Feng, Ms. Long!"

After entering the room, Lu Zhiping politely greeted everyone one by one.

"No need for formalities, just get to the point. You came all this way to see me, so what's wrong?" I cut straight to the chase.

Lu Zhiping's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Long Nier and hesitated.

"Old Lu, you should have found out our reputation in the industry these past few days. Don't worry about anything. We always protect our clients' privacy very well!" Fatty Lin advised.

"Master Lin, I know, but my illness is a bit hard to explain!" Lu Zhiping smiled bitterly.

"What's there to be ashamed of? In a doctor's eyes, there are no genders, no good or bad things to say, only the patient's condition!" I said.

"Um!"

Lu Zhiping was still hesitating.

"Old Lu, you're already here, what can't you say?" Fatty Lin continued to persuade.

Actually, by this point, even if he didn't say anything, I could guess the gist of it.

His behavior is just like that of those superficially wealthy people in Hong Kong.

"I...I can't do it!"

Lu Zhiping gritted his teeth and told them what had happened.

As soon as he said those words, he seemed to have a heavy burden lifted off his shoulders. He continued, "Gentlemen, I won't lie to you, I look perfectly healthy. My sleep schedule and diet are all fine, but I just can't seem to get along in bed!"

"I've seen both Western and traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and they all said there was no problem, but every single time I get to the final step, I give up. It happens every single time, without exception!"

"At first I thought it was due to overwork, so I went to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for a month to treat it, but there was no improvement whatsoever!"

"After changing doctors, they said my pulse was a bit strange, but there was nothing wrong with it. Western doctors said the same thing, that there was nothing wrong with my body, but that I might have a psychological problem. I even saw a psychologist, but it still didn't work!"

"You guys assaulted Director Qian a couple of days ago, and it's been all over the industry. Your past dealings have also come out, which is why I'm here!"

"Hey, so slapping Qian Xiaogang actually brought us a client. I'll have to thank him later!" Fatty Lin joked.

"Oh no!" Lu Zhiping was startled.

"Don't worry, I was just kidding!" Fatty Lin patted his shoulder and said, "Alright, let Master Feng take your pulse first and see what's going on!"

"Come here, let me take your pulse." I gestured for Lu Zhiping to come over.

"Why!"

Lu Zhiping quickly responded and came over to extend his hand.

The moment I touched his wrist, I sensed something was wrong.

Lu Zhiping's pulse is not right.

A normal person's pulse rises and falls in an orderly manner, rises and falls evenly, and has a stable rhythm. Lu Zhiping's pulse, however, rises and falls suddenly, rises and falls suddenly, falls suddenly, falls suddenly, falls suddenly, and falls suddenly, with no regularity whatsoever.

Now I understand why Lu Zhiping said the traditional Chinese medicine doctor who treated him before said his pulse was strange.

His pulse is not that of a normal person.

According to his description of his condition, he suffers from deficiency of the lower jiao and loss of essence control. In this condition, the pulse at the cun position should be weak and feeble, but his pulse at the cun position is strong and taut, which does not seem like something is wrong.

The strangest thing is that one second the pulse is strong and restless, indicating excessive heart fire, but the next second it becomes weak and subdued, almost undetectable.

This is wrong.

His pulse sounds like he's possessed.

"Master Feng, how is it?"

Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, Lu Zhiping got anxious.

"Your pulse doesn't seem like that of someone with a real illness!"

I spoke slowly, releasing my hand from his wrist.

"W-what do you mean?" Lu Zhiping was a little confused, looking at me and then at Fatty Lin.

"The meaning is very simple: the problem you have is very likely caused by an evil spirit!" I said.

"A strange illness?" Lu Zhiping muttered to himself, then asked, "Am I being haunted by a ghost?"

"no!"

I shook my head and said, "We'll have to investigate further to find out the specifics!"

I'm not looking like this because I'm being haunted by a ghost, but just to be on the safe side, I said, "Come on, let me check your ghost pulse!"

As I spoke, I pulled Lu Zhiping's hand over, pinched the base of his middle finger, and began to examine it.

After a moment, I looked at Fatty Lin and said, "No problem!"

"You haven't offended any deities or spirits, yet you still run into problems. You always seem to stumble at the last minute, either cursed or possessed by a black magic spell. Come, let me take a look!"

Fatty Lin muttered something to himself and said, "Don't move, let me lift your eyelids and check the situation!"

As Lin Pangzi spoke, he lifted Lu Zhiping's left eyelid. After lifting the eyelid, there was a clear black line on the white of his eye.

The black curse, the gray curse, the red ghost—Lu Zhiping has been cursed.