My Gua stall closed down again, this time because I calculated a fortune for the urban management guy and found out his boyfriend.
I was so poor that I could only squat under the overpass to apply film and read palms part-time.
Late one night, an elite man wearing a high-end suit but with a black air all over his body squatted in front of me.
"I heard that your calculations are accurate?" His voice was as hoarse as if he hadn't drank water for three days. "Help me figure it out. Why do I always dream about myself lying in a bronze coffin..."
I glanced at the lifeless energy between his brows, and silently took out the QR code.
"Brother, the business has been upgraded. The VIP package for exorcism and disaster avoidance is discounted at 20%, and comes with a recitation service of the Rebirth Mantra."
