Lu Fei didn't rush to answer. He took a sip of tea and looked at the Yellow-Hair: "Where did you get this Five Ghosts Wealth tattoo?"
"A friend recommended a place!" The Yellow-Hair made a thumbs-up gesture, "He said he got a luck-turning talisman there, and his fortune really improved. I went with him and had the boss give me the most powerful one."
"When you were getting it done, didn't the tattoo artist warn you about anything?" Lu Fei put down his teacup.
Experienced tattoo artists all know the taboos of tattoos. The five little ghosts on the Yellow-Hair's back were lifelike, definitely not the work of a novice.
"Warn me about what?" The Yellow-Hair thought for a moment, "He did say that the Five Ghosts Wealth tattoo isn't something just anyone can get, but I figured I'm not just anyone!"
The guy was clueless, unable to provide any useful information.
Without even knowing the taboos associated with tattoos, he dared to get such a fierce Five Ghosts Wealth design.
Truly, ignorance is fearless.
"The Five Ghosts Wealth brings ill-gotten gains. Unless you have a 'Secondary Wealth Controlling the Tyrant' pattern in your birth chart, you won't be able to bear it." Lu Fei suppressed his amusement and answered seriously.
"What a偏财什么枭, wow, that sounds pretty impressive." Huang Mao couldn't help but get excited and asked with some anticipation: "Then take a look at me, do I have this kind of fortune? Otherwise, how could my financial luck be so good right now?"
"You don't have it."
Lu Fei shook his head directly.
"Your eyebrows are sparse and disordered, and your nostrils are flat and exposed, all indicating that you spend money extravagantly and lose wealth easily."
"And your cheeks are sunken, and your eyes lack luster, showing a lack of decisiveness and determination. You don't have the ability to make money."
Seeing that Huang Mao was thoroughly confused,
he gave a summary: "In simple terms, you can neither make money nor keep it, and you're destined to be poor for life."
"You!"
Huang Mao jumped up in anger, slapped the table, tilted his neck, and glared at Lu Fei, his face red with embarrassment and rage.
"Do you know how to talk? My financial luck is so good, I'm not destined to be poor!"
Then, he angrily pointed at A Long.
"A Long, is this the fortune-teller you found for me? Does he even know what he's doing, look at what a mess!"
"First of all, Manager Lu is not just any ordinary fortune-teller, show some respect!" A Long pressed his hand down, "Secondly, Manager Lu didn't make a mistake! Don't you have a clue about your own impoverished fate?"
"I..." Huang Mao was taken aback and didn't dare to lash out at A Long. He said awkwardly, "I used to be broke, but now I've made it! I have plenty of money to spend every day!"
"Do you feel at ease spending that money?"
"Why wouldn't I feel at ease? I'm overjoyed every day! It's just my shoulders are a bit sore, so I can just lie down. Having money is better than anything..." Huang Mao muttered under his breath.
A Long glared at him, and he immediately shut up.
"Manager Lu, I've known this kid since he was little. The other day when he came back to visit the elders, I found that he secretly got this inauspicious tattoo on himself, truly reckless! If we leave this Five Ghosts tattoo unchecked, what will be the consequences?"
"Without the fortune to get rich, yet wanting to enjoy wealth now, it's simply borrowing from future luck. Once the luck is exhausted, life comes to an end," Lu Fei explained bluntly.
"This friend has a darkened forehead and a heavy burden on his shoulders, feeling fatigued and weak every day, clearly being suppressed by the Five Ghosts. The faster he spends money, the faster he will die!"
Along's eyes darkened, and he looked coldly at Huangmao: "Did you hear that? Money or your life? You choose!"
Huangmao's face was filled with disdain: "Only a child would do multiple choice, I'm an adult, I want both..."
Slap!
Along reached out and gave Huangmao a hard knock on the back of his head, causing him to wince in pain.
He hit quite hard, and a large bump immediately formed on Huangmao's head.
"I want my life, is it not enough for me to choose my life?" Huangmao hugged his head, yelling in exasperation.
Lu Fei sipped his tea, watching them with great interest, finding the situation rather amusing.
"Manager Lu, is there any way to get rid of this tattoo?" Along took a slight breath and asked again.
The tone he used when speaking to Lu Fei was completely different from the one he used with Huangmao.
"The simplest way is to remove the tattoo. Since the Five Ghosts haven't started devouring the host yet, there's still time." Lu Fei took out a ghost-binding talisman.
"When you get the tattoo removed, bring this amulet for a smooth process."
"Okay!"
Seeing that it was easily resolved, A Long's eyes relaxed slightly. He took out a red envelope he had prepared in advance and handed it to Lu Fei.
"No need for that. I also consider Ge Fa a friend; such a small favor doesn't require payment. It would be too formal," Lu Fei said with a smile, waving his hand.
"We can't break the rules!"
A Long insisted firmly.
Lu Fei genuinely believed that such a small matter didn't warrant taking money. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? No need for the money. When Hu Zi gets back, we'll have a meal together. Hu Zi has been wanting to learn a few moves from you but hasn't had the chance yet."
"Alright!"
A Long no longer insisted and glanced around.
"Is Brother Hu Zi not here?"
"There's something going on back home; I should be back in a few days. A-Long, take him to get the tattoo removed. The sooner it's gone, the sooner he'll have peace of mind." Lu Fei waved his hand.
"Thank you!"
A-Long then took the paper with both hands and kicked Yellow Hair hard: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank Manager Lu!"
"Thanks..." Yellow Hair replied indifferently.
A-Long raised his hand.
Yellow Hair quickly bowed respectfully to Lu Fei: "Thank you, Manager Lu!"
Only then did A-Long let him go, nodding at Lu Fei and leading him away in a hurry.
Watching their retreating figures, Lu Fei thought to himself, A-Long looks cold, but he actually has a kind heart. No wonder Chen Jinfa trusts him so much.
That boy, Yellow Hair, is also lucky to have a neighbor like A-Long.
Getting the tattoo removed as soon as possible could save his life.
Lu Fei closed the door and took the little black dog out for a good meal.
In the evening, he continued to absorb the power of the demon core.
It wasn't until morning that he stopped, sleeping in late and getting up leisurely, taking the little black dog out for a walk, and then buying some tasty food to bring back.
This went on for two consecutive days, leisurely and carefree.
On this morning, Lu Fei, as usual, took the dog for a walk and returned.
From a distance, he saw Ah Long standing at the entrance of the pawnshop, looking anxious.
"Ah Long."
Lu Fei quickened his pace and approached him. Seeing his expression, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if something had happened to Huang Mao?
"Shopkeeper Lu, that monkey guy..." Ah Long, who was usually calm, now had his chest heaving, and his brow furrowed tightly.
"Don't rush, take your time to explain." Lu Fei opened the door and let Ah Long in, then turned to make some tea.
"Boss Lu, no need to be busy, please come with me! Monkey is now bedridden and can't get up!" Alon clenched his fists, his face showing restrained anger and worry.
"What's wrong with him?"
Seeing his urgency, Lu Fei knew the situation must be very dire, so he waved his hand.
"Tell me on the way."
After leaving the antique street, Alon hailed a taxi and took Lu Fei straight to Monkey's place.