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Speaking, she slightly tilted her head. "Are you sure you want it?"

After Fu Feifei nodded in affirmation.

Chu Yuening rose and pulled out a red plastic bag from the bottom of the stall. She opened it, took out the yellow paper with cinnabar powder, dipped the brush into the prepared cinnabar mixture, and swiftly outlined a charm on the yellow paper.

The ink stopped flowing, and she put down the brush.

Under the sunlight, a golden glow briefly flashed.

Standing nearby, Fu Baichuan couldn't resist rubbing his eyes. Was this some kind of magic?

Chu Yuening picked up the charm and folded it after the cinnabar had dried.

Her recent orders had filled her empty merit cloth quite a bit. Though she hadn't taken any payment for the Zheng couple's request, the apprehension of the criminal had also accumulated considerable merit.

"Wear the charm well and remember not to let it get wet," Chu Yuening instructed.

Fu Feifei took the charm and held it against her chest with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Master."

To the one who had saved his daughter from calamity,

Fu Baichuan proactively scribbled a series of digits on a check and handed it to Chu Yuening. "Master, my heartfelt gratitude is immeasurable. Please accept this token of appreciation."

As Chu Yuening took it, she didn't have time to inspect the check.

Fu Baichuan, fearing that Chu Yuening might refuse, hastily left with his wife and daughter.

None of them noticed the exchange.

Wang Tonghai, concealed in the alleyway, his narrow eyes glinted with resentment as he fixated on the Fu family's private vehicle.

"You won't let me save my son? Dream on!"

Chapter 105

In front of the dessert stall.

After giving three fortune-telling consultations in a row, Chu Yuening massaged her tired neck before taking a break.

Zhang Jiande emerged from the restaurant and looked up to see Mr. Fu hurrying away. He took a puff of his smoking pipe and joked, "Leaving in such a rush, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Inspector Leung followed behind, "Ah De, your nosy nature really hasn't changed after all these years. You're always meddling in everything, even people's bowel movements."

"That's just how do-gooders are," Zhang Jiande replied, then descended the steps.

He immediately spotted the check on the dessert stall's table.

"Hey?" Zhang Jiande approached, "Ning Ning, it's a check."

The check was placed on the table, but Chu Yuening hadn't had a chance to look at it yet.

Curious, Zhang Jiande leaned in and asked, "How much is it?"

The check was neatly filled out for five hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand!

Zhang Jiande's eyes widened in astonishment, and he gasped, accidentally inhaling too much smoke and coughing profusely. It took him a while to recover.

"Fifty... fifty thousand?" He looked up in shock at the luxury car disappearing down the alley. "What kind of ritual did he perform? To be so generous?"

He had been too engrossed in chatting with his old friend to spare a moment to look.

If only he had come out to watch the spectacle.

Chu Yuening smiled slightly. "I just drew a talisman."

With a cigarette pipe between his teeth, Zhang Jiande gave a thumbs-up and smiled in admiration. "Ning Ning, well done! At this rate, you'll soon have enough for a down payment on a house."

The price of property in prime locations in Hong Kong had soared to a hundred thousand per square meter. A hundred square meters would cost ten million, and according to policy, a minimum of fifty percent was required as a down payment.

However, with Chu Yuening's earnings, that day was not far off.

Ordinary people might envy Chu Yuening for earning fifty thousand from a single talisman, but not Zhang Jiande. His time on Temple Street hadn't been wasted; he knew full well what Chu Yuening was capable of.

Instead, he felt relieved.

"You've worked hard taking care of your sister alone. With more effort, you'll establish yourself firmly in Hong Kong. It truly is a sweet reward after all your struggles."

Inspector Leung, overhearing the conversation, was left speechless. He leaned closer to Zhang Jiande and whispered, "Are you serious? A single talisman costs five hundred thousand?"

Zhang Jiande was perplexed. "Why not? It takes a lot of energy to draw one."

Inspector Leung: ...

There was no saving his old friend.

"I would never spend five hundred thousand on a... ahem, talisman that's just... waste," the girl said, seemingly having heard their muted exchange. She took out a piece of gum, crumpled the wrapper into a tiny ball, and tossed it in the trash can. As she did so, she slipped the check into her pocket and zipped it up.

Tap, tap.

Inspector Leung: ...

He really had no intention of taking that money.

"Cough, cough." Inspector Leung smiled and extended his hand. "Miss Chu? I've heard so much about you."

Chu Yuening shook hands politely, smiling. "Nice to meet you."

Then, she quietly wiped her hand on her coat.

Inspector Leung, who had observed the entire exchange, fell into a deep silence. How... how? Was... was he being rejected?

Didn't every vendor used to greet him warmly when they saw him?

Zhang Jiande patted Inspector Leung on the shoulder and took a drag from his pipe. "Come on, let it go. Don't get in the way of others' business."

"But, I wanted to chat some more..." Inspector Leung turned back, looking at the fair-skinned girl by the dessert stall. She was smiling, but there was a hint of aloofness in her eyes.

"Chat? What else do you want to talk about? You still have one at home, yet you dare to look elsewhere?" Zhang Jiande nudged Inspector Leung along and whispered, "Let me tell you, Ning Ning is very perceptive. She can tell at a glance who likes her and who doesn't. You don't believe in mysticism and doubt fortune-telling, but aren't you afraid of offending Master Chu and bringing bad luck upon yourself?"

"?" Inspector Leung tried to turn back, but Zhang Jiande swatted him away.

Zhang Jiande flagged down a red taxi and pushed Inspector Leung inside. With his legs lifted and placed in the car, he still attempted to stand up. "Ah De, she's just been visiting the police station lately to learn more. Why do you make it sound like I'm offending a deity?"

Surely offending the Buddha wouldn't invite misfortune, would it?

Zhang Jiande slammed the door shut.

Cut off from Inspector Liang's words, he bit onto his pipe and mused, "Liang Wenlin, Liang Wenlin, your day of woe has yet to come."