The Psychic Queen: I Set Up a Street Stall to Tell Fortunes

Lin Shencai had finally clawed her way back into show business. She rented an office, printed new business cards, and called herself a top agent specializing in artist development. On her first day at work, she put on a suit and shoved her bright red floral shirt into the back of a cabinet. Feng Fei brought in her first client: Che Minhao, a top-tier star, asking for an annual salary of twenty million. “Cai-jie, no more exorcism dances this time. This is a real business,” Feng Fei reminded her in a whisper. “I know.” Lin Shencai smiled and sat down. “Mr. Che, let’s start with a competitor analysis. Your current market, ” She suddenly fell silent. A mass of black energy writhed behind Che Minhao. His fortune readings flashed wildly, like police lights. Lin Shencai’s expression began to fall apart. “Cai-jie?” Feng Fei panicked. “Don’t, ” “@#￥%…&* Heaven and Earth, dark and yellow!!!” Lin Shencai suddenly leaped onto the conference table, yanked open her suit collar to reveal a talisman necklace, and shouted, “By the power of the law! The little ghost that’s been following you for three years needs to go on to reincarnation!!!” Che Minhao fell out of his chair. Half an hour later, they took apart the lucky necklace Che Minhao never went anywhere without. Inside was a withered little finger, given to him three years ago by his cancer-stricken former agent. Che Minhao signed the contract with trembling hands. The next day, the news spread through show business: “Lin Shencai signed Che Minhao. She did an exorcism dance on the conference table during negotiations.” On the third day, another artist showed up. Before Lin Shencai had even changed out of her suit, he handed her a red envelope. “Cai-jie, could you take a look at the feng shui in my house first? Lately I keep seeing something nasty in the mirror.” Lin Shencai wanted to explain that she was a legitimate talent agent, but…