Chapter 26: General Manager Fang's Bad Luck

Assistant Yan took a deep breath: "The boss was sent straight to the hospital. Before getting in the car, he instructed me to visit you and urged you to make time to come see him."

Chen Yan shook his head: "Since he's injured, let's meet in a few days. Anyway, it's nothing urgent..."

"Urgent! Very urgent, extremely urgent." Assistant Yan looked at Chen Yan with pleading eyes: "Mr. Chen, it's really urgent... the matter, I still need to explain it to you slowly. You..."

Chen Yan thought for a moment; after all, he had nothing to do today. Moreover, this Assistant Yan had always been very polite to him before, and handled things in a way that made him feel comfortable.

"Alright, then I'll go with you."

But... such a wealthy big boss, and moreover, the owner of a haunted house.

Hmm, last night he suddenly arranged a ritual...

And this morning he broke a bone?

Chen Yan suddenly felt clarity in his heart.

Could it be... that when Boss Ma sought out the Old Grandma, it was for the same reason, having a request?

I, it seems, am about to open for business.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan glanced at Assistant Yan: "Since you are going to see your boss, you must prepare some tools."

"Yes, yes, you..."

Chen Yan coughed:

"You stay here and don't move. I..."

"I won't leave! Won't leave! I'll just wait here for you!"

Good heavens, one time of taking advantage isn't enough, is it?

Assistant Yan cursed inwardly, but his face was plastered with a smile.

Chen Yan returned home first, brought nothing else, just took the one-hundred-eighty-yuan compass he bought on Taobao, and turned to come out.

Seeing Chen Yan walk out holding the compass, Assistant Yan immediately felt certain.

He had actually seen this thing quite a few times before.

This person is indeed no ordinary individual!

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This was Chen Yan's first time riding in a Mercedes-Benz.

Hmm, the time he returned to his hometown and met Boss Ma's subordinate doesn't count; that time he rode in a Maybach.

How to describe the feeling... very comfortable.

Filled with the scent of money.

Chen Yan is just a vulgar person; he quite likes this scent.

As for Assistant Yan, after getting in the car, he accompanied him with a careful, smiling face.

Chen Yan sighed: "Alright, Assistant Yan, we are acquaintances now, no need to be so polite. Tell me about your boss; what exactly is the situation?"

Assistant Yan sighed lightly: "Our General Manager Fang... recently, he's been having a streak of bad luck."

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General Manager Fang's bad luck started last month.

First, while going out to discuss business, he encountered sudden weather changes and got caught in some rain.

The next day after returning home, he caught a cold.

He didn't take it too seriously and took some cold medicine.

Two days later, he developed pneumonia.

He lay in the hospital for a week, with IV drips swelling his hand. The unluckiest part was that he almost died once—the antibiotics used were ones he had used before, but unexpectedly, this time they caused an allergic reaction.

If it hadn't been discovered in time, he might have kicked the bucket.

After finally recovering from pneumonia and being discharged, he accompanied someone to play golf, twisted his waist, and lay in bed at home for another two days.

After improving, he went to the company and learned that a shipment of goods in his business had been involved in a car accident during transport; one truck had flipped into the river.

Fortunately, the driver was unharmed, otherwise the compensation would have been even greater.

General Manager Fang felt that encountering so many accidents and unlucky events in such a short time must not be right.

He dared to buy a haunted house and invest in this thing; he must know a few experts from outside the mundane world.

So he went to find an expert he knew. The expert calculated it for him and said the root of the matter lay in a set of haunted houses in his possession.

He bought the haunted house and became the owner, which meant he had become entangled in karmic consequences.

Although several rituals had been performed in the haunted house before, this case was extremely ominous, and the malevolent nature was stubborn. It might be that it wasn't completely exorcised before, only temporarily suppressed for a few years.

See, recently, some unclean things might have sprouted again...

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Hearing this, Chen Yan smiled: "So that's it. You suddenly arranged another ritual because your boss has had too much bad luck recently, and an expert told him it was due to the haunted house?

I was wondering; when I rented the house, you didn't mention a ritual at the end of the year. It turns out it was a sudden decision."

"That's what I say," Assistant Yan said bitterly: "But last night, after the ritual was completed, it should have been fine according to logic.

But this morning, my boss broke his leg again...

The boss is truly afraid now, and it seems the ritual performed by Qing Shu from Luo Yun Zhai had no effect at all.

But you are the true expert, so he wants to see you as soon as possible; he dares not wait even a moment.

If we wait another two days, who knows what danger he might encounter."

After listening, Chen Yan pondered for a while and nodded: "Understood."

He then fell silent, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

The Assistant Yan beside him dared not disturb him, so he sat properly beside him, not making a sound, even lowering his breathing, focusing solely on driving.

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Chen Yan had not slept for a day and a night; now sitting in the car, the seat was very comfortable, and the air conditioning and heating made him feel lethargic, so before long he actually dozed off.

He did not know how long had passed when the car shook slightly. Chen Yan opened his eyes and saw that the car had already driven through the main gate of a hospital; the earlier vibration of the vehicle body was from passing over the speed bump in front of the hospital gate.

Chen Yan knew this hospital; it was a high-end private hospital in Jin Ling, famous for its high prices.

After parking the car, Chen Yan followed Assistant Yan directly into the inpatient building; upon entering the lobby, he felt that the inpatient building of this hospital was constructed like a luxury hotel.

Taking the elevator to the orthopedics inpatient department, he passed through the corridor and arrived at a ward.

Assistant Yan pushed open the door and led Chen Yan inside; the first thing Chen Yan did was size up the ward—it felt just like a guest room in a luxury hotel.

The windows were bright and the tables clean, with central air conditioning. On the walls hung a liquid crystal television, along with a sofa and a coffee table.

It was also equipped with a separate bathroom.

The only thing different from a hotel guest room was the hospital bed. The bed was still the standard hospital bed found in hospitals—that could not be changed, because professional beds must meet emergency rescue standards.

Then Chen Yan saw that Director Fang.

The person was lying on the hospital bed, one leg already splinted and wrapped. When Chen Yan entered, Director Fang was holding a mobile phone, scrolling through something.

Hearing someone enter, Director Fang looked up; Assistant Yan hurried over: "Boss, I have invited Mr. Chen."

A smile immediately spread across Director Fang's round, chubby face; his gaze fell upon Chen Yan, and his tone was very enthusiastic: "Mr. Chen! Chen Chen Laoshi! We have finally waited for you to arrive..."

As he spoke, he made a motion to sit up, but then his face twisted in pain. Assistant Yan, being quick to react, hurried over and held him down: "Boss, please do not aggravate your injury..."

Chen Yan watched Director Fang's performance; ten parts of it, seven were acting. He waved his hand: "Director Fang, just lie there and do not move. No need to be too polite."

As he spoke, he looked around the room...

Assistant Yan was very fast; before Chen Yan could move, he had moved a chair over and placed it beside the bed.

As soon as Chen Yan sat down heavily, Director Fang had already grabbed Chen Yan's hand and shook it firmly: "To meet a master is a great honor! However, meeting in this manner is a lapse in my, Fang Mou's, propriety; I beg Chen Chen Laoshi to forgive me."

Chen Yan smiled and brushed off Director Fang's hand, then looked Director Fang over twice: "No need for polite words, Fang Fang Zong. You suffered an accident; this situation is no one's wish."

Fang Fang Zong grinned: "Chen Chen Laoshi is young, so naturally you do not care about empty formalities... that..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Assistant Yan.

Assistant Yan immediately said: "I will go brew a cup of tea for Chen Chen Laoshi."

As he spoke, he turned and left the room.

This time Chen Yan did not stop him, knowing that the man dared not sit down to listen to the boss's privacy and was just finding an excuse to leave.

Fang Fang Zong pondered his words for a moment: "Xiao Yan has followed me for several years; he has always handled matters properly, and I cannot be without him by my side for a single day.

In the early hours of today, it was thanks to the protective jade pendant you gave him! Otherwise, I fear he too would have suffered a blood calamity.

Regarding this matter, I must thank you first..."

"No need! That jade pendant was not a gift; it was a purchase, and you have already paid me," Chen Yan shook his head, his words very final: "That matter is already settled, money and goods exchanged."

Director Fang nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand! Masters like you value this; it is called... not getting entangled in karma."

Chen Yan saw that Director Fang still intended to be polite for a few more sentences—he was truly impatient with this kind of middle-aged businessman's rhetoric—and waved his hand: "Director Fang, the reason you invited me, Assistant Yan told me on the way. I do not like beating around the bush; let us speak plainly."

"Good, good, good!" Director Fang blinked his eyes: "Since Xiao Yan has already told you, then please help me take a good look at my..."

Chen Yan thought for a moment: "I am not certain about other things, but I must say this first... Director Fang, no matter what has happened to you recently, it should have nothing to do with the villa I am currently living in."

"Hm?" Director Fang was stunned.

Chen Yan said calmly: "On the very first day I entered the villa, I looked everywhere inside; that villa is very clean."

Pausing, seeing that Director Fang still seemed somewhat doubtful, Chen Yan shook his head: "I have lived in that house for so many days now. If there were truly any demons or filth in the house, I would have eliminated them myself long ago."

Hearing this, Director Fang nodded; indeed, that was the logic.

"Then... then what should I do?" Director Fang seemed a bit anxious: "Chen Chen Laoshi, you do not know. According to reason, although I broke a bone today, I actually did not need to be hospitalized at all. I could just have a cast put on and go home...

But I am afraid!

I have had so much bad luck recently; I thought it would be safer to stay in the hospital, and if anything else happens, emergency rescue would be convenient."

Chen Yan laughed.

Thinking for a moment, he said slowly: "Do not panic first; since I have come, I am definitely willing to take action."

As he spoke, Chen Yan looked at Director Fang with a smile.

Director Fang was sharp-minded and immediately said: "The Dharma is not lightly transmitted; I understand, I understand! It is just, I do not know, Chen Chen Laoshi, what is your fee for one intervention?"

Chen Yan had already thought this through on the way: "There is no rush to discuss the fee amount first; it also depends on whether I can solve your problem.

If I can solve it, and I intervene to help you once, I will not take a single cent less of the due benefits.

If I cannot help, according to my rules, I will take not a single penny, turn around, and leave; please seek another expert."

Director Fang said with his mouth: "How could that be! How could I let you intervene for free? Regardless of the result, I will definitely have a sum of hard-earned remuneration..."

Although he said this, his heart actually felt much more at ease—after all, this was the first time he had truly seen Chen Yan.

The matter of that broken jade pendant before was indeed very shocking. But when he truly saw Chen Yan in person, Fang Fang Zong actually felt a bit nervous in his heart.

Although Assistant Yan had said that this tenant was twenty-two years old (the rental contract had a copy of the ID card).

But, when seeing him with his own eyes, he felt that the person before him looked far too young.

Chen Yan could roughly guess Director Fang's thoughts and did not point it out. Afterwards, he had Director Fang lie down properly, closed his eyes, and relaxed his spirit.

Chen Yan took out a compass and walked back and forth around the room, putting on an act as if he were surveying and calculating something.

Fully more than ten minutes passed; only after putting away the compass did he sit back down on the chair, and then asked for Director Fang's birth date and time, zodiac sign, and so on...

Actually, it was all acting.

He had grown up with Old Grandma; although he had not learned the arts, Old Grandma had taught him many tricks.

Even for the simplest job, in front of the patron, one must act as if it is a huge ordeal and busy oneself for a long while.

This way, people feel it is worth paying the money.

Actually... after acting for so long in front of Fang Fang Zong, the most critical and useful thing was that Chen Yan secretly opened the Heavenly Eye to observe the Qi and view people; after staring at Director Fang for two glances, he had a rough guess in his heart.

This fellow's fortune was truly not right; his forehead originally looked somewhat green-black, and after opening the Heavenly Eye, one could even see wisps of black Qi swirling above his head.

However, looking at it, it seemed already on the verge of dissipating.

That was rather strange.

Because Chen Yan saw that the source of this black qi did not lie with Director Fang at all.

It was as if...

someone had obstructed it?

Hmm, not necessarily a person; perhaps he had touched some rather sinister object?

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