I Became a Fortune Teller in the 90s
I Became a Fortune Teller in the 90s Chapter 26: The Sign of Financial Loss

There are certain creatures that exist among humans, often due to unresolved attachments or a deep love for the mortal world. Generally, these beings can coexist peacefully with humans, unless someone disrupts this balance. Once order is disturbed, enforcers from various domains will take action, and the offender will be punished.

In her previous life, her grandfather used to tell her about such things, but she never believed him, nor did she care. Now, after being reborn, she had developed a newfound respect and fear for these matters.

Upon entering the main hall and explaining her purpose, the receptionist gave her a suspicious look but still escorted her to the office on the sixth floor.

“Boss, Miss Dai is here.” The receptionist couldn’t bring himself to call her a “master” due to her young age.

The boss, Mr. Zhang, looked up from behind his desk and, stood up. “You’re the master my niece recommended?”

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Dai Qing nodded, “Yes, that’s me.”

Mr. Zhang paused, initially he hoped his niece had found a real expert, only to be met with what he saw as a young girl trying to fool him.

Yet another skeptic, Dai Qing thought to herself. But that was fine. She preferred to let the facts speak for themselves. Whether someone believed her or not, it was all a matter of fate.

“Mr. Zhang, there’s no need to doubt. Your life palace is afflicted by a calamity. You were recently in a car accident, correct? Although the accident wasn’t serious, it still drew blood. Your Wealth Palace looks fine, but it has a dull, dark aura, and it seems to be sinking. Lately, your financial situation must have suffered significantly.”

Mr. Zhang froze for a moment. His doubts resurfaced. His niece knew about the car accident—had she told Dai Qing?

Still, as the young woman was already here, hospitality was only proper. With that thought, Mr. Zhang walked around from behind his desk and gestured politely. “Please, have a seat. Secretary Zhang, bring us some tea.”

Secretary Zhang responded promptly. A few moments later, she entered with a white porcelain teacup. With her stylish wavy hair and a fitted double-breasted suit, she had the aura of a classic Hong Kong movie star, exuding charm.

She placed the teacup in front of Dai Qing, her gaze filled with hostility as she glanced at her.
“Please, enjoy your tea.”

Dai Qing noticed the secretary’s lingering gaze on Mr. Zhang and understood the situation, but she ignored their silent exchange and focused on examining Mr. Zhang’s face.

“You have a fairly good face. Your Servant Palace is full, which means you have wealth and many people who rely on you for their livelihoods. However, recently, something has disturbed your peace of mind, and a sense of exhaustion hangs over you. But none of this is caused by your actions. You’re merely suffering financial losses. The problem lies within this restaurant. Someone must have died here, right?”

Though the black energy lingering in the restaurant wasn’t particularly strong, it had accumulated over time, creating a significant amount of negative energy. The staff working here had all been affected by it to varying degrees. While it wasn’t enough to cause them harm, it certainly contributed to a streak of bad luck.

The person most impacted was Mr. Zhang himself, as the owner of the establishment. The sign of financial loss had already manifested on him.

Mr. Zhang was shocked by Dai Qing’s words, his expression becoming more respectful. Indeed, there had been a death at the restaurant earlier that year. However, it wasn’t directly related to them. A couple staying at the hotel had argued, and in the heat of the moment, the woman had jumped out of the window to her death.

The incident happened at night, and the hotel had discreetly kept the matter quiet, so few people knew about it.

In business, such matters were taboo. If word got out, it would hurt the restaurant’s reputation. Since then, Mr. Zhang had felt that the restaurant’s feng shui had been compromised. He had even hired a Taoist priest to perform rituals, but they hadn’t helped at all.

Dreamy Land[Translator]

Hey everyone! I hope you're enjoying what I'm translating. As an unemployed adult with way too much time on my hands and a borderline unhealthy obsession with novels, I’m here to share one of my all-time favorites. So, sit back, relax, and let's dive into this story together—because I’ve got nothing better to do!

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