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As Boss Yin was about to get up, I quickly said to him, "Hold on, let me finish what I have to say."
Boss Yin looked displeased and said, "You're young, why are you speaking so hesitantly? It's making people anxious."
I've encountered many clients with such an impatient personality and have gotten used to it. I smiled and said, "Here's the thing: a normal Amulet, which is produced in temples as Authentic, cannot achieve the effect you're looking for. Only the Black-Clad Achan can create a Yin talisman or summon a spirit, which has some possibility. However, there are many taboos associated with these things. If you violate them and suffer backlash, it could be more distressing than having several dozen properties weighing down on you."
Boss Yin immediately became interested and asked me what I meant specifically. I briefly explained the significance of Yin talismans and spirits while introducing a few types. Boss Yin was very meticulous and asked about each one before saying, "I want that Male Ghost you mentioned; it sounds quite powerful."
I nodded and said, "No problem, but you need to pay a deposit first. And once Ajan sends it over, whether you want it or not, the deposit is non-refundable."
After thinking for a moment, Boss Yin slammed his hand on the table and said, "Alright, since it's an introduction from an old classmate, I'll trust you this once. After all, a few thousand bucks isn't a big deal; I've got tens of millions in assets at stake."
After receiving the payment, I called Second Uncle and asked him to send a Male Ghost. Second Uncle said he was busy with matters in mainland China and wouldn't have time to return to Thailand in the next few days, so he told me to figure it out myself. I had no real options; I knew a few Ajan, but they were all back in China. I couldn't bother my grandfather over such a small matter.
Suddenly, I thought of Fatty Banlada, whom I hadn't contacted in a long time. Ever since he got me into trouble in Australia, we hadn't communicated at all; it seemed like I was deliberately avoiding him while he was doing the same with me. Since Boss Yin needed this urgently and I wanted to collect the full payment as soon as possible, after much contemplation, I decided to give Banrada a call.
Although this guy can be quite untrustworthy, he does know some capable people—like the Black Sorcerer Barulan, who brought Old Tycoon back from the dead last time. The Male Ghost is not considered a top-tier all-purpose talisman; it's good for attracting wealth, personnel protection, and granting wishes. Some Black Robed Mages even replicate it based on Yueye, adding a lot of Yin Liao to create skull-shaped designs. The invocation spells engraved on the skull look very mysterious, leading many uninformed buyers to spend exorbitant amounts on them.
However, because of this, there are many taboos associated with the Male Ghost. A small mistake could lead to serious consequences. Initially, I wanted to recommend that Boss Yin buy the Big Head Guman, adding several wealth-attracting Symbolic Pipes into the mix; its effects wouldn't be any worse than those of the Male Ghost. But Boss Yin thought that the name sounded cartoonish compared to something like a big ghost or little ghost.
With someone who isn't knowledgeable about these matters, it's hard to explain everything clearly; I could only go along with his wishes.
I still had Banrada's number saved in my phone. After dialing three or four times, he finally picked up. His first words were, "Hello!"
"Hello?" I was taken aback; when did Banrada learn to use 'Hello'? I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What are you pretending for? You sound like a receptionist."
Banrada maintained a serious tone and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen. I have wronged you in many ways before, and I apologize for that here. Regardless of whether there will be opportunities in the future... forget it, let's leave it at that. I won't bother you, and you don't come looking for me either."
I was completely confused. What was going on with this guy? If he had wronged me, that was true, but there was no need to apologize so sincerely right off the bat. Besides, what did he mean by "you"?
After asking a few more times, Banrada asked, "You really don't know?"
I replied, "Know what? What are you talking about?"
After ten seconds of silence, Banrada suddenly sighed heavily and said, "I knew you weren't that kind of person! I was right!"
He then explained why this call felt so strange.
About a few months ago, Banrada was still in Bangkok. One night, a group of over ten people suddenly broke into his home. Each one wielded clubs, and some even had guns. They kicked him down without saying a word and beat him up until he was bruised and bloodied. Banrada was terrified and thought to himself, what was happening? Was it a home invasion? But he wasn't some wealthy tycoon; there was no need for such a big scene!
Moreover, he recognized several of them and realized most were local gang members. These people controlled the majority of the underground forces; even the authorities had to give them some face. As an ordinary Dealer, Banrada dared not speak up and could only cover his head and endure the beating.
After they left him bloodied, one man stepped forward and kicked him twice, asking, "Are you the one who scammed my family’s child?"
"Child?" Banrada cried out, "I never deceive children..."
The man slapped him across the face and said, "Who said anything about a child? His name is Shen Yi. Do you remember when a wealthy man from Australia came to sleep in a coffin recently?"
Banrada knew exactly what he was talking about; how could he forget? But he felt he hadn't done anything wrong and thought it unnecessary for so many people to come after him. Furthermore, he found the man in front of him oddly familiar. After thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered that this man often appeared at major Rituals over the past few years. Upon further reflection, it seemed like he was the second son of that fierce Chinese Old Man?
Wait a minute, Shen Yi...
That Chinese Old Man also had the surname Shen?
Banrada suddenly understood, his heart and lungs shrank in fear. The matter he arranged for the wealthy individual from Australia would have been fine if it were someone else. Even if there were some troubles afterward, it wouldn't matter; they were just small Dealers, who was afraid of whom? But now it was different. The Shen Family was one of the largest Dealers in Bangkok and even in Thailand, with connections to many Ajan and ties to various underground forces both domestically and internationally. Given Banrada's capabilities, even with a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble for the Shen Family.
So, he immediately forced a smile and said, "This is about Shen Yi, right? That brother has a good relationship with me; we both..."
"Who are you calling brother? I didn't know I had such a big nephew like you!" The man slapped Banrada again, making him see stars.
Upon hearing this, Banrada became even more certain of his identity and cried even harder.
Indeed, the man who slapped him twice could only be Second Uncle. Although I had never revealed any information about Banrada, who was Second Uncle? In other places, it might be difficult to say, but in Thailand, if he wanted to find someone—especially someone with a specific physique and profession—it was quite easy. Moreover, Bangkok was the stronghold of his grandfather; he had been operating there for decades. Since Banrada stayed in Bangkok every day, it would be strange if he couldn't be found by Second Uncle.
I never intended to cause trouble for Banrada, as I bore some responsibility for that incident; I clearly didn't understand but still wanted to show off. However, Second Uncle thought differently. To him, whether I understood or not didn't matter because others did. Since someone understood, such mistakes shouldn't happen; if they did, it meant deliberately causing trouble! It meant deliberately setting up the Shen Family! It meant deliberately putting him and the old man in a difficult position!
Did you dare to touch the tiger's butt?
Not directly killing Banrada in that room was already considered lenient by Second Uncle. A few years ago, he might have shot this fat man on the spot.
Second Uncle didn't want to kill anyone because, with the development of the times, laws gradually came to the forefront. Although with the foundation of the Shen Family in Bangkok, it wouldn't be difficult to cover up a murder, it was best not to create such troubles if they could avoid them.
Thus, that day Banrada only had half of his bones broken and lost seven or eight teeth. Because he hadn't caused too much trouble in Australia, Second Uncle was somewhat soft-hearted. He warned Banrada not to contact me again, let alone engage in any transactions. Furthermore, he ordered him to leave Bangkok and not let him be seen in Thailand; otherwise, every time they met would result in a beating! If provoked enough, he'd be chopped up and thrown into the river to feed the fish!
Banrada had no doubt about the capability and determination of the Shen Family to deal with him this way. So that night, he crawled away to Cambodia. He found Barulan, stayed there for a while, and planned to lay low.
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