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The Western businessman, having completed his tasks, rushed to Hua Xin Tower, cursing under his breath.

Why should he be the one to compensate for the wrongs committed by Hua Xin Tower?

"Boss asked me to inquire if the remaining money can be spared from donation," Zhong Guoming reluctantly posed the question.

Chu Yuening counted the cash in the envelope, a total of ten thousand dollars, and was surprised. "That much?"

"Five thousand of it was insisted upon by the boss," Zhong Guoming thought for a moment before asking hesitantly, "By the way, he also wants to know if the rest can be spared from donation."

"Certainly," Chu Yuening smiled slightly, tucking the money away. "If he doesn't wish to die."

Zhong Guoming chuckled. "Understood, I'll convey the message as is."

"Mistress, may I ask why the people from Hua Xin Group have aged so drastically, especially Hua Bin?"

Chu Yuening explained, "Hua Bin was the one who set up the array, and when it was broken, it would take a toll on his life. That's why he aged the most rapidly. The father inherits the debts of the son; Hua Hongye's time was already due. The karma that should've been carried by Hua Hongye is now being shared among his descendants, and since his wife is the biological mother, she also suffers some degree of backlash."

Recalling the shocking news that had rocked Hong Kong that morning, Zhong Guoming understood the situation.

"No wonder the Hua Xin Group's stocks plummeted overnight, and all their investment projects suffered varying degrees of trouble."

"The Western Australia Mining, which they fully invested in, was shut down in an instant."

"Hua Bin also died in the hospital this morning. The Hua Xin Group is truly finished for good."

Zhong Guoming couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Despite its former brilliance, the Hua Xin Group ultimately fell due to the next generation's missteps.

When he thought about Hua Bin's tragic end, it was clear that his actions had harmed both himself and others.

Fang Jingguo never imagined that issues would arise right after securing the investment. The money from Hua Xin was supposed to help his company tide over difficult times, but now, without it, the company was once again on the brink of crisis.

In his study, he was so anxious that he couldn't eat or rest properly.

Tian Yue and her daughter had just returned from shopping.

The Filipino maid placed their large and small bags on the sofa. Exhausted, Fang Jiajia sat down and cuddled up to Tian Yue's arm, acting coquettishly.

"Mommy, I'm bored of Harbor City. Why don't we go abroad? Paris will host a fashion show later this year, and I want to buy some nice clothes."

"Alright, alright, alright." Tian Yuyue couldn't resist Fang Jiajia's coaxing and readily agreed. "We can go to Paris then. It's been a long time since we last traveled abroad for leisure."

The mother and daughter relaxed on the sofa.

Fang Jingguo, troubled by his lack of funds, overheard their conversation as he emerged from his study, causing his anger to escalate.

"Play, play, play! All you know is spending money everywhere!"

"Can't you be less extravagant? It's not easy for me to earn money alone!"

Fang Jiajia defended herself. "Daddy, I just want to go to Paris. I haven't done anything wrong."

"Paris?" Fang Jingguo glared, his brows knitted in anger. "You're a true spendthrift. You're not allowed to go anywhere!"

Fang Jiajia stormed off into her room in frustration.

Tian Yuyue observed the irate man and cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong with the company again?"

Fang Jingguo recounted the situation.

"Tian Yuyue suggested, "Why don't we consult a feng shui master for ideas? Let them help us through this difficult time. I've heard some ladies at the mahjong table talk about ways to turn one's fortune around quickly."

Fang Jingguo was skeptical but willing to try anything. "Is it reliable?"

"Reliable," Tian Yuyue assured him. "I know a mahjong friend who used that method and won over a million yuan for a while."

Desperate for money, Fang Jingguo clung to Tian Yuyue's shoulders and caressed her delicate hands. "These years, I couldn't have made it without you."

Tian Yuyue always felt gratified by such compliments. She playfully nudged his chest. "Thank goodness I agreed to be with you back then. Otherwise, who knows if you'd still be relying on that woman from the mainland? You might have been poor your whole life!"

There was only one woman from the mainland he could be referring to—the mother of the Chu sisters.

Fang Jingguo had long forgotten the seven thousand yuan he used to start his business. He placated her, "Yes, all the success I've achieved is thanks to you."

"Satisfactory. No more joking. I'll go make some calls first."

After finishing her words, Tian Yuyue pushed away the crowd and went to make a call using the landline. Upon completion, she returned with a puzzled look.

"That master said he just experienced a backlash and can't take on any requests immediately," Tian Yuyue found it odd. "What's a backlash? But he mentioned that turning our fortunes around isn't a difficult task. He asked us to wait a bit."

Fang Jingguo felt reassured and consoled his wife. "If he mentioned a backlash, it indicates that the master has high spiritual attainments and real skills. There's no need to continue paying for the previous master's services. In a few days, let's visit this master's residence ourselves."

Hong Kong people were superstitious, and Fang Jingguo, being in the business world, had come across many families with deep roots and extensive knowledge. Naturally, he was familiar with the concept of a backlash.

Regardless of the methods the master used.

As long as they could help the Fang Corporation soar once more, that was all that mattered.

Chapter 23

Dawn arrived, and the chirping of birds filled the air as golden sunlight illuminated Victoria Harbour. The bridge bustled with traffic, while pedestrians hurried to their workplaces.

Hong Kong was greeting another day.

A cart carrying a glass cabinet, filled with its wares, navigated through the busy rush-hour crowd, finally arriving at Temple Street right on time.

Chu Yuening parked her car at the stall.

The Chu Ji Dessert stall was already filled with customers.

She glanced at the neighboring stall first. The familiar egg tart stand was still not set up, leaving the space barren.

Shanpo didn't have her fruit stall out either. Assured that Lin Jiahua would arrive on time as usual, she was puzzled by the empty spot: "What's going on with A Hua? He hasn't set up his stall for so many days. With your fortune-telling stall doing so well, there must be plenty who would buy his egg tarts."

"Yes," Chu Yuening couldn't help but worry. After all, everyone knew about Lin Jiahua's situation; he usually lived frugally and worked tirelessly to earn money. "Why is he resting for two more days?"