"Other than him, only Jackie Chan and Jet Li have a place in Hollywood, because they are martial artists that match Hollywood’s taste. They can only be leading actors in B level films though. It's difficult for an Asian actor who started from an indie film to reach a B level."

With those straightforward words, Martha put Qin Guan's paperwork back into a small archive cabinet. Thanks to his "C" mark, he could have priority for middle-level films.

Although the award was important in any other country, it only carried a small weight in Hollywood. There was only one criteria there: commercial value. One might get a chance, but the box office was the final judgement. That was the strict law of the jungle. n.o.body could deny it.

Qin Guan was busy in his decorated office. Xu Xiaoxiao, who was fascinated by Chinese Fengshui, had invited a master there as a gift for the new business.

As Qin Guan was arranging desks and chairs in the office, he heard the tinkle of the bells. A middle-aged man in a grey satin traditional Chinese garment and a pair black cloth shoes was standing by the door leisurely. He had a linen bag in his hand, and three threads of macrochaeta were hanging under his jaw.

Xu invited him in respectfully. "This way, master. Could you please check the Feng Shui in this office for my friend? Should we make any changes?"

Qin Guan was speechless. Cong Nianwei turned around, trying to hold her laughter back. Where had he found that guy? Lan Jin was also interested in him.

The sage-like man accepted the t.i.tle of "master" calmly. Holding his hands behind his back, he went around the office leisurely. His loose gown seemed to move with an ethereal lightness.

After making a full round, the man stopped.

He cleared his throat and stared at Xu. "The structure of the room is quite reasonable. It’s facing south… There’s enough suns.h.i.+ne… Appropriate composition… High utility..." He spoke with fervour and a.s.surance. Cong Nianwei's shoulders were shaking with laughter.

He looked like a realtor.

"However..." The man stopped and folded his arms across his chest with a sigh.

Xu looked scared. "What's wrong with the room, Master Zhong?"

Master Zhong narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I have advised your father many times in the past. I’m not here to scare you. I’ll help your friend."

While they were talking heatedly, Qin Guan waved at Lan Jin. Lan ran over to him and asked in a low voice. "What's the matter? He is very interesting."

Qin Guan pointed to the master. "Where is he from?"

Lan was good at spreading gossip. He got close to Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei and said, "I drove them both here. They were boasting in the backseat all along the way. He was recommended by Xu's father’s brother’s uncle's nephew. He said he was an alumni of the Maoshan School [1] in China. He has checked the Feng Shui for many of Xu’s father’s stores. The stores are all flouris.h.i.+ng. He is well-known in the Chinese circle."

"Xu is obsessed with traditional Chinese culture. He believes that there is still a phoenix deep in the forest."

"I hear that the Maoshan School is good at capturing ghosts. Are there any Maoshan Taoists now?" Cong Nianwei asked with a smile.

Lan grimaced. "He said his branch practises Feng Shui. This is beyond me."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance and decided to accept Xu’s kind gift.

Then Qin Guan told his staff, who were still working in the room, to take a break. They could continue after the master was done.

Everyone found a chair and sat down to watch the drama.

"The building is too close to your neighbours. This goes against the diffusion of evil spirit. As time pa.s.ses, it will come back to bite the staff working here."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were stunned. All the buildings on Wall Street were close to each other. And what was that "evil spirit"?

"Any ideas on how to avoid it?"

"I suggest finding two mascots to place on both sides of the door. " The master glanced at the transparent gla.s.s door and then added, "You can put them inside so they don’t get lost."

Who would put two stone lions in an accounting firm, and who would steal them?

"Besides, the window gla.s.s on the building across the street is reflecting suns.h.i.+ne back into your office. This is not natural light. It might be filthy..."