I Told You Disaster Was Coming, So Why Did You Go Street Racing?

Lu Changyuan kindly warned his nasty boss, “Your desk has bad feng shui. You’re bound to suffer a bloody disaster today.” His boss scoffed and didn’t believe him, then fired him on the spot. That very night, the boss was taught a lesson by a dump truck at an intersection and won himself a lifetime of wheelchair use. His gold-digging ex-girlfriend showed up with a rich young heir, throwing money at him to break off their engagement. Lu Changyuan glanced at the thick black aura above the heir’s head. “Don’t get cocky. Your whole family won’t last a year.” The heir angrily threatened him, but a year later his family had gone bankrupt, and he was crying and clinging to Lu Changyuan’s leg, begging him to change their fate. Before long, the richest man in the capital, a Taoist master, and overseas tycoons were all lining up to see him. “Master Lu! Take a look at me, please. Even if you say I’ll drop dead tomorrow, I’ll accept it!” Lu Changyuan spread his hands helplessly. “I’m just an amateur feng shui reader. Why does everyone think I’m some kind of living immortal?”