Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"That's possible!"

Given the Xuanmen Association's character, I wouldn't be surprised if they caused any trouble!

"I'll ask Sister Lingling another day how the Xuanmen Association is doing lately!" Fatty Lin said after thinking for a moment.

"OK!"

I nodded.

With Liu Lingling as an undercover agent, many things in the Xuanmen Association are no longer secrets.

The following afternoon, Fatty Lin called Liu Lingling to ask about the Xuanmen Association.

The result was not bad. Because of the leadership transition, the Xuanmen Association was busy with internal strife and had no time to cause trouble.

Besides asking about the Xuanmen Association, Fatty Lin also discussed cooperation.

We plan to take advantage of the opportunity presented by the lawsuit filed by the landlord's son against his father, and the fact that major wealthy families are eager to re-establish trust and calculate auspicious days, to take on more work and make more money.

This trend won't last long; it's a one-off deal, a chance to make a quick buck.

We immediately agreed to this collaboration.

For the next two weeks, we were extremely busy.

On average, we calculate auspicious dates for one wealthy family every day, earning anywhere from 500,000 to 2 million per transaction. It's a tough but enjoyable job. Of course, it's Fatty Lin who's working hard, but we're still having a great time.

After finishing this busy period, it was already August.

That morning, the three of us were lounging on the third floor when Long Nier suddenly let out a surprised sound.

"What's wrong, Ni'er?" I asked.

"Brother, look!" Long Nier handed me her phone.

"Chop someone up?"

I glanced at the title and found it intriguing. Who's so powerful that they're killing people in Beijing? I scrolled down and understood.

Li Wenlong hired someone to kill Bai Xiaojun's director boyfriend.

Back in Beijing, we had a conflict with Li Wenlong because of Bai Xiaojun.

That's when we knew things weren't over.

Li Wenlong didn't treat Bai Xiaojun as a person, but as a personal toy, which he could do with as he pleased.

As for Bai Xiaojun's opinion, would the owner care about the toy's opinion?

Finally, Bai Xiaojun couldn't take it anymore and broke up with him, after which Li Wenlong retaliated in various ways.

This includes, but is not limited to, threatening with sulfuric acid or injecting HIV-positive substances.

That time too, Bai Xiaojun escaped from the car when it stopped at a traffic light and ran into our shop. Li Wenlong chased after her and a conflict ensued.

In the end, Li Wenlong was reprimanded by us and apologized to us.

Unexpectedly, three years later, the two were in the news again, making headlines in the entertainment section.

"This has gotten really bad, Li Wenlong is in trouble now!" Fatty Lin also came over to take a look.

"So what if it's difficult? Their ancestors have connections. At most, they'll be in jail for a year or two, and they'll come out as good men again!" I said.

"That's true!" Fatty Lin nodded.

We just treated this news as something to laugh about, except for Fatty Lin, who turned around and sent a message to Bai Xiaojun to express his condolences.

"Virtue!"

I shook my head at his behavior and didn't take it seriously.

What I didn't expect was that a few years later, we crossed paths with Li Wenlong again. That time, Li Wenlong took the initiative to ask for our help to see if there was a problem with the child he had with Zhang Piaopiao.

Back to the present, no matter how much Fatty Lin tried to comfort Bai Xiaojun, Long Nier and I continued to lounge around watching the news.

Just as I was about to rest after lunch, my phone rang.

"what?"

I glanced at the number, a little surprised, but answered anyway, smiling as I said, "Sister Ziyi, what made you think of calling me?"

"Thirteen, I'm not feeling well and would like to ask you to help me!" Gong Ziyi said directly.

Her voice was weak and listless.

"We're free these days, Sister Ziyi, when are you coming over?" I asked.

Gong Ziyi has not had a good time in the past six months.

Ever since the ink was splashed on her, one negative news story after another has emerged about her.

"I'll arrive tonight!" Gong Ziyi said.

"No problem, we'll make time for you!" I said.

"Okay, see you tonight!"

In just a few seconds, her breathing seemed to weaken a little more.

"Gong Ziyi?"

After hanging up, Fatty Lin came over and asked.

"Um!"

I nodded and said, "She said she's coming to get some treatment!"

"I think the treatment is just a pretense; the real purpose is to change our luck!" Fatty Lin guessed.

"Who cares? It's her who's paying!" I said with a laugh.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Gong Ziyi arrived. When she took off her mask, I was stunned for a moment and said, "Sister Ziyi, your complexion doesn't look right!"

Gong Ziyi's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, somewhat like the white face deliberately painted on by a Japanese geisha.

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have come!"

Gong Ziyi said with a wry smile.

"Sister Ziyi, you can still laugh even in this state, impressive!" Fatty Lin gave a thumbs up.

"Xiao Lin, are you mocking me?" Gong Ziyi pointed at Fatty Lin.

"Sister Purple Robe, you're wronging me. Given our relationship, would I mock you? I'm just telling the truth!"

Fatty Lin stepped forward, helped Gong Ziyi up, and said, "You veteran entertainers are all ruthless, ruthless to others, and ruthless to yourselves!"

"That's the truth!" Gong Ziyi nodded after a long silence.

"Stop lying, you're already like this, let's go upstairs!" Fatty Lin helped Gong Ziyi lean against him and said to her assistant, "Alright, let go, I'll take Sister Ziyi upstairs!"

Her assistant didn't move, but glanced at Gong Ziyi.

"Wait for me downstairs!" Gong Ziyi whispered.

Her assistant gave a soft "hmm" and let go of her hand.

After we got upstairs, Fatty Lin put Gong Ziyi on the sofa. I glanced at her face again and said, "Sister Ziyi, tell me, what's wrong? You don't look like you're really sick!"

Gong Ziyi fell silent again.

"Sister Ziyi, since you're already here, what can't you say?" Fatty Lin laughed in exasperation.

"What will you do if Deng Wenwen doesn't let you treat me?" Gong Ziyi didn't answer, but asked a question in return.

"Deng Wenwen isn't our boss, so we can't take her words seriously!" I replied with a laugh.

"Sister Ziyi, from what you're saying, Deng Wenwen was behind what happened to you?" Fatty Lin asked Gong Ziyi thoughtfully.

"yes!"

Gong Ziyi closed her eyes, exhaled, and said, "I had a falling out with her a while ago, and I suspect she was involved in that ink-splashing incident!"

"Backlash!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Lin stared at Gong Ziyi and slowly uttered two words.

"yes!"

Gong Ziyi smirked and nodded.

"What, you don't want to be her dog anymore?"

Fatty Lin plopped down next to Gong Ziyi and asked in a nonchalant manner.

That's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not wrong.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Who wants to be a dog?" Gong Ziyi sighed.