novelden Chapter 4153 Porcelain Doll
Chapter 4153 Porcelain Doll
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. Since Director Zou introduced me, I need to give Huang Meng a good start and let him know that I have real ability. Only by gaining his trust will things become easier.
After I said that, Huang Meng became much more polite to me, which made things much easier.
I got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Huang, since you've come to me for help, you must tell me everything truthfully from now on. If you conceal anything, I won't be able to solve your problem."
Huang Meng nodded, invited us to sit down, then had the servants bring some coffee, and dismissed all the irrelevant people.
Huang Meng picked up her coffee and took a sip, feeling quite elegant. I, on the other hand, can't stand this stuff. Although I'm a cultured person, a scholar, I still prefer to drink a big bowl of tea, which is both thirst-quenching and refreshing.
After taking a sip of coffee, Huang Meng sighed and said, "Young Master Wu, since we're going to resolve this matter, I won't hide it from you. As you know, when I was young, I was very popular across mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong, and quite famous. But in recent years, there have been too many rising stars, and I've gradually lost my fame. My appearance has also aged. What I didn't expect was that I contracted a very serious illness, and it's a terminal one, so..."
At this point, Huang Meng blushed slightly and became a little embarrassed to continue.
Little Fatty was listening intently and urged, "What's wrong? Keep going."
“Sigh, I was too greedy. So, a friend introduced me to a very powerful master who could cure illnesses and improve one’s luck, making me popular again. At the time, I was desperate. The hospital had given me a death sentence, so I used my connections to invite that master to my home to cure my illness and improve my luck. Unexpectedly, after he treated me, my illness was really cured, but I had one aftereffect: I often have nightmares, and I dream about a child. I can’t see his face clearly. Whenever I fall asleep, he appears in my dream, staring at me fiercely, with blood tears streaming from his eyes… Whenever I see this scene, I wake up in fright. The moment I open my eyes, I can still see the shadow of that child floating in front of me, but it disappears quickly…” As Huang Meng said this, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
It seems that the situation in that dream was a very cruel torment for him.
"So, that person really did cure your illness, they must be really skilled," the chubby boy said with a smile.
"Yes, he is capable. I paid him more than 20 million to treat my illness. Later, I kept having nightmares, so I went to him again to resolve the issue. He asked me for another 20 million, but the problem was still not resolved. When I went to him again, he asked me for more money. I really couldn't come up with the money, so the master stopped paying attention to me and I couldn't find him anymore. Now I dream about that child more and more often, and I feel like I'm not far from death..." Huang Meng's eyes reddened as she spoke.
When I heard him say that, my heart sank. Good heavens, the person he found treated his illness and even helped him change his luck, but he swindled all his money. What about my commission?
Ten million? Are you suggesting I've worked for nothing?
At this moment, Director Zou also realized what was happening and quickly asked, "Um, Mr. Huang, there's something I need to ask. Since you can't come up with the money anymore, what about the ten million you promised to give Young Master Wu?"
Huang Meng sighed again and said, "I really have no choice but to sell this house. I can still get tens of millions of yuan from it. My life is the most important thing. Don't worry, I won't refuse to pay. I've already started selling the house. I also have an apartment elsewhere, and I'll be moving there in the next few days."
Hearing Huang Meng say this, I suddenly felt quite sorry for him. When I was in school, he was very famous, but now he has to sell his house.
Even so, he is still much richer than the average person.
However, from Huang Meng's words, I sensed something unusual. It was that the master who treated him probably used some kind of evil magic against Huang Meng. In fact, his purpose was not to cure his illness, but to swindle his money.
The treatment was just a pretext; the real intention was to drain him of his resources. Since he couldn't get anything out of Huang Meng, he simply vanished into thin air.
This shows a complete lack of professional ethics, with officials and their subordinates not caring about how to handle such matters.
However, I suddenly had a thought that this kind of person could double-cross me.
The master who treated Huang Meng must have swindled many wealthy people like him before.
I am the nemesis of evil and the embodiment of justice. I must act on behalf of Heaven to rob his money, kill his people, and restore order to this world.
"Mr. Huang, what is the name of the master who treated you?" I asked immediately.
“Everyone calls him Master Chen, but his real name is Chen Zhong,” Huang Meng replied.
"Then let me ask you, how did he cure your illness and change your luck?" I looked at Huang Meng.
Huang Meng was slightly taken aback, then said, "That Master Chen asked me for my birth date and time, a lock of my hair, and some of my blood, saying he would help me cure my illness. Three days later, he brought me a porcelain doll and told me to prepare a special room to enshrine it. He also told me to prick my finger with a needle every night at midnight and drip three drops of blood onto the porcelain doll without fail. He said that after a week, my illness would be cured. I followed Master Chen's instructions and really made offerings to the porcelain doll. As a result, when I went to the hospital for a check-up a week later, I found that my illness had been cured without any medicine. The doctor couldn't believe it at the time."
After a pause, Huang Meng continued, "But starting a week later, I began having nightmares. Every night I dream of a child standing by my bed, staring at me fiercely, with bloody tears streaming from his eyes. I went to see Master Chen again, and he came to my house, immediately demanding money from me. He came three times in total, swindling all my savings, and then I couldn't find him anymore. My condition is getting worse and worse; I'm afraid to sleep at night. Young Master Wu, only you can help me..."
"Don't rush, take me to see that porcelain doll, and then we'll talk about other things." I stood up from the sofa.
"No, no... Master Chen told me that only I can see that porcelain doll, and no one else can see it. If anyone sees that porcelain doll, I will die, and I will definitely die within three days." Huang Meng looked at me with a terrified expression.