358: Chapter 355 Feng Shui, Physiognomy, Health Preservation, and Martial Arts Association (Part 2)

"What are you all looking at?"

Zhou Sheng walked up curiously; he was the type who didn't like shopping.

In contrast, Old Chen and the Martial Masters who had returned with them—some because they were already in Guangdong Province just got off the ship here, while others simply wanted to buy some souvenirs to take back.

After all, the experience of going abroad this time hadn't been very pleasant. Over these past few days, Boss Ma had met with many of these martial artists.

Some were given substantial sums of money without any specific demands, just to build good relations.

As for Zhou Sheng, it was said that Boss Ma had already given him three million in total, just for asking three questions.

It just screamed opulence.

Looking at this luxury cruise ship, the rumored property of the richest man in the Xia Kingdom, Boss Ma, Lin Chilian felt deeply emotional; he hadn't expected that he, a Feng Shui Great Master from Hong Kong, could become an honored guest here.

"Boss Ma, my Master is not someone easily invited by ordinary people. However, he had a sudden inspiration this morning to take a trip to the port, and as it turns out, it was such a coincidence that we happened to run into Boss Ma. This is what you call a serendipitous encounter!"

The Disciple beside Lin Chilian carried himself with the air of a mystic. Even when facing the richest man, he maintained an excellent demeanor—a posture that screamed, 'Wealth cannot corrupt me, power cannot crush me; our meeting is fated!'

Seeing this, Lin Chilian nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, he hadn't wasted his time teaching this Disciple.

His aura was perfectly captured.

"Master Lin, this is truly fate. I have long heard of Master Lin's reputation in the industry; back in the mainland, I heard quite a few stories about you!"

Boss Ma was indeed respectful toward such figures, with an attitude more attentive than when facing multi-billion dollar projects.

"That is true. My Master once served as a professional consultant for Mr. Lin Zheng-ying's films. I'm just not sure if Boss Ma is aware of my Master's rules?"

"I know, I know! Of course I know. Three readings a day—Feng Shui, physiognomy, or fortune-telling, all are fine, but limited to three times. Rest assured, I am aware of the rules. Master Lin is a Great Master, and I understand the consultation fee; I won't let you make this trip in vain."

Boss Ma smiled and gestured, inviting Master Lin to take a seat at the tea table set up nearby.

"Hehe, Boss Ma is too kind. My Disciple here might not always consider who he is talking to, and he may have caused some offense. Let me introduce myself: Lin Chilian, current Honorary President of the Feng Shui, Physiognomy, Health Preservation, and Martial Arts Association."

As he spoke, Lin Chilian unhurriedly took a business card from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Feng Shui, Physiognomy, Health Preservation, and Martial Arts Association? This... what kind of association is this? I've never heard of it?" Boss Ma was a bit confused.

It was so long, and it covered so many things.

Seeing this, Lin Chilian remained calm and composed on the surface, but inwardly he was sneering.

Of course, others hadn't heard of it. Hearing that the richest man, Boss Ma, was passing through, he had created this association on the spot as a precision-targeted customer service—a private, high-end, one-on-one service.

"Boss Ma, as you can see, those behind me are all members of my association. For example, these two are a Wing Chun Master and a Tai Chi Master, respectively. And those two are experts in physiognomy and Feng Shui; they are all well-known figures in the industry."

As he spoke, the people behind Lin Chilian nodded to Boss Ma in greeting.

Seeing this, Boss Ma smiled and nodded on the surface, but he was somewhat skeptical in his heart.

He believed in these things, but he wasn't crazy.

"This... Master Lin, today I..."

"Boss Ma, no need to say more. Greed for ill-gotten wealth will cause harm; even with great wealth, one can still capsize in a small gutter. Boss Ma, your physiognomy suggests you have faced difficulties in recent years, but the issue likely isn't with your family or friends, but with your career."

As soon as Master Lin said this, Boss Ma's expression grew serious, the skepticism between his brows vanished, replaced by a touch of curiosity.

"Master Lin, how do you interpret this?"

"This matter is not for me to interpret, but for you, Boss Ma. I see your career—if you don't handle it, it may lead to self-inflicted disaster."

Master Lin shook his head and sighed, which made Boss Ma feel quite anxious, but he just happened to like this style.

It was all guessing and filling in the blanks. If it were spelled out too clearly, he might actually disbelieve it.

"I wonder if the Great Master has a solution to break this deadlock?"

"The solution lies within you, but there is still an opportunity. For instance, strengthen your security. My two Martial Masters here are not people that ordinary individuals can get close to. Besides, Boss Ma, look at the physiognomy of these two masters of mine. As the old saying goes, a seven-foot body is not as good as a seven-inch face. One has balanced features—this is a noble countenance. The other has well-proportioned features—this is a sign of wealth, fortune, and longevity. Having these two by your side can, to a certain extent, reduce disasters! Furthermore, they are highly skilled. If Boss Ma doesn't believe me, you can have your bodyguards test their skills."

Master Lin was full of confidence; he had, of course, made full preparations for this trip.

What is most important in their line of work? Professional knowledge is secondary; the most important thing is information channels.

When reading the physiognomy of a certain wealthy person, one must be fully prepared, ideally even more thoroughly than the paparazzi.

Sometimes, they would stop at nothing, even laying the groundwork a year or more in advance, bribing someone close to the wealthy individual to pass on information in real-time.

This time, he had also prepared in advance; for example, he knew Boss Ma's itinerary for returning to the country three months ahead of time.

As for these few, they were martial artists he had paid a high price to sign with him, and they did have real skills.

However, such people, despite their strong abilities, lived in poverty and were forced to sign contracts that were nearly indentured servitude because they had no other options.

The operational model was also almost entirely monopolized by him; the two masters only received a portion of the salary he distributed.

Once they failed, let alone basic salary, he would directly use loopholes in the contract to kick them out.

"Oh! That impressive? Then I must witness it! A-Dong, Guo Jun, you two accompany the masters in a spar. Stop at the appropriate point and don't hurt our friendly relations."

Boss Ma was seven-tenths convinced. As a believer in metaphysics, he naturally had some research in this area, and looking at their physiognomy, it was indeed as Master Lin said.

However, wanting to make money from him while recruiting two people of unknown origin as security required careful consideration. In the end, he wouldn't really let these two be bodyguards; at most, they would be mascots.

The two suit-wearing bodyguards were unhappy but nodded. Both of them were experts proficient in Traditional Martial Arts and many practical combat styles from around the world.

After a bout, to everyone's surprise, the result was one win and one loss.

"Boss Ma, it seems you have experts by your side as well!"

Although the result was somewhat unexpected, Master Lin already had a script in mind. After all, the man was the richest person; it was impossible for the experts around him not to be skilled.

Glancing at the master who had been subdued in just a few moves, Master Lin felt a chill in his heart. However, the other one had also won with difficulty, which made him lose quite a bit of face.

"Hehe, Master Lin, that's good, that's good. The two masters have good kung fu; they have real skills."

Boss Ma didn't mind. What he valued wasn't whether they could actually fight.

The performance just now looked pretty good; at least they had some real skills.