Lu Changyuan kindly reminded his evil boss: "There is something wrong with your desk, and there will be a bloody disaster today."
The boss laughed in disbelief and fired him. As a result, he was taught how to behave by a dump truck at the intersection that night, and he was forced to travel in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
The snobbish ex-girlfriend brings a young man from a wealthy family to spend money to break off the engagement.
Lu Changyuan glanced at the thick, ink-like black air above the eldest young man's head: "Don't worry, your whole family won't survive more than a year."
The eldest son spoke harshly in anger, and as a result, the whole family went bankrupt a year later. He cried and hugged Lu Changyuan's thigh, begging him to change his life.
Before long, the richest man in the capital, the Taoist Celestial Master, and overseas giants all came to line up.
"Master Lu! Take a look at it for me. Even if you say I will die suddenly tomorrow, I will admit it!"
Lu Changyuan spread his hands helplessly: "I'm just an amateur Feng Shui practitioner, why do you think I'm a living god?"
