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As soon as I heard this, I understood and asked, "What's wrong? Is the monk from the temple you hired not good?"
Wen Boss finally let go upon hearing this. He sighed heavily and said, "What kind of nonsense monk is that? I donated fifteen thousand for merit, asking them to hold a Transcendental Ceremony for me. In the end, one monk brought along three Laymen and mumbled through some scriptures, then tricked me into going to the temple to light a few High Incense sticks. Damn it, each stick costs eight hundred bucks! It's just robbery! I accepted it for peace of mind, but after spending the money, chanting the scriptures, and lighting the incense, it was all useless!"
Wen Boss spoke on the phone in a frustrated tone: "You have no idea what happened to me a few days ago. I was drinking with some friends, and while driving back in the middle of the night, suddenly I couldn't move. It felt like I was tied up; everything was stiff. Plus, I felt someone pulling at my clothes. Damn it, I thought I was being robbed! But when I looked in the rearview mirror, there was nothing. My clothes just came undone like that—can you imagine how scary that is?"
I wanted to laugh but had to hold it back and said, "That's terrifying! What happened next?"
Wen Boss continued, "I almost died of fright! And then, out of nowhere, I heard a woman calling out. It sounded like she was either screaming for help or cursing someone; while she called out, she kept scratching me. Look at my chest—it's all scratched up! Oh, you can't see it. Anyway, it was just like a Ghost Movie. The most infuriating part is that my car crashed into a tree, and the insurance company doesn’t want to pay up. If they won’t compensate me, what kind of insurance company are they? Is a tree more valuable than a person?"
It was clear that Wen Boss was extremely annoyed. That night he was both scared and startled but fortunately didn’t get into serious trouble. He endured until dawn before feeling the restraints on his body disappear. After failing to reason with the insurance company, he went to find the temple again. The monks there told him it wasn’t their business. They said they had already helped him with Yuan Gui and that he must have offended something else.
Wen Boss was so angry he could spit blood: "Damn it! I'm just grinding materials every day and delivering goods; what have I done to deserve this? Did some chili pepper come looking for revenge on me?"
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Wen Boss grumbled on the phone: "You little rascal! When your older brother is in trouble, you don’t help but instead gloat over it."
I laughed so hard that tears almost came out and said, "Maybe star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, and cinnamon all teamed up to come after you!"
"Don’t joke with me; I'm really upset right now," Wen Boss said. "Just tell me straight—can that Thai Ajarn really handle this? It won’t be like those monks just fooling around with me again, right?"
I told him that hiring a Thai Ajarn would cost a lot of money. Don’t even mention ten or twenty thousand; even doubling that might not guarantee their willingness to come since they have to travel such a long distance. Plus, there’s heavy Resentment in your car; getting rid of it will be quite troublesome.
Wen Boss replied, "Alright then, let’s not talk about money; whatever it costs is fine as long as we can settle this!"
I said, "Just wait; I need to make a call."
After hanging up, I called Second Uncle. He was very busy now, with so many new clients that he barely had time for socializing. When he heard I had landed a small business worth several thousand, Second Uncle scoffed, "What's the big deal? Fine, I'll send someone over to find you later; I won't go myself."
I responded with an "Oh," and asked how the payment would be calculated. Second Uncle said it was a familiar person, so I could decide the amount; it wasn't the first time doing this.
Actually, his letting me make the decision was also a test. As for who the familiar person was, I really couldn't figure it out. Could it be Azan Kunsha? If it were him, I would feel more at ease.
Calculating the time, there were still two days before school started. If everything went smoothly, there shouldn't be any problems. So, I drove back.
After meeting with Boss Wen, I noticed the front of his BMW was dented and the right headlight was shattered. I asked why he hadn't taken it for repairs yet. He said, "Repair? Forget it! Until the insurance company pays up, I'm going to make a scene every day! I'll fix it when they pay!"
I couldn't help but laugh and said that if he crashed into a tree, there was no point in looking for anyone; that's clearly stated in the regulations. Boss Wen exclaimed in disbelief, saying something about how unfair it was to not get compensation just because he hit a tree.
I explained that the tree is dead while people are alive; under any circumstances, it bears no responsibility. Moreover, since the tree is state property, he would have to compensate for the tree instead. There was no point in pursuing this matter; even going to the State Council wouldn't help. Boss Wen looked frustrated and asked if that meant he crashed for nothing.
I told him he was being foolish; why not just say he hit a rock instead? Crashing into a tree might not get him compensation, but hitting a rock would.
Boss Wen replied that would be dishonest.
I found his reasoning amusing; he wouldn't argue when he should and then considered others when he shouldn't. Setting aside the insurance issue, I told him hiring Thai Ajarn would cost at least forty thousand. Boss Wen was shocked and said that monks at temples only charged him fifteen thousand!
I pointed out that while they charged less, did they actually resolve his issues? Besides, Ajan is in Thailand; does he think flying over here is free? Who's responsible for food and lodging during the trip? What if a believer couldn't find them and ended up depressed or suicidal? It’s already generous of them to travel across countries to help him out. Given that he's a decent person, I'm willing to take on this business; normally we wouldn't handle international matters!
Boss Wen hesitated; forty thousand wasn't a small sum—it could buy over ten square meters of housing at that time. I reassured him that although it was a lot of money, he could rest easy knowing that if the issue wasn't resolved, I wouldn't take a single cent. We wouldn’t do anything unethical; once we took the money, we’d see it through! Plus, he wouldn’t want this car to be unusable for life either. Honestly speaking, only someone as bold as him would dare buy it; in another place, it wouldn’t even sell as scrap in the second-hand market.
After hearing all this, Boss Wen seemed somewhat swayed. He really liked this BMW and didn’t want to part with it just like that. After considering for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed.
The next day, I received a call from Ajan sent by Second Uncle. His stiff Chinese made my teeth ache.
After some effort, I finally figured out where he was. When I drove to pick him up, I discovered that this so-called acquaintance was actually Ajan Dong. He still looked as dark as ever, but his expression was much more pleasant when he saw me; at least he smiled. I greeted him with a smile and asked how he ended up in the mainland.
Ajan Dong's Chinese wasn't very fluent, but it was enough for basic communication. He told me that business in the mainland was booming, so Second Uncle decided to send some Ajans to stay here for emergencies. After all, some troubles come and go quickly, and if they take too long to resolve, it can become quite complicated.
Fortunately, there weren't too many matters at hand recently, so Second Uncle sent Ajan Dong over.
This master had a good relationship with our family, considering we had been through life and death together. I briefly explained the situation regarding the ominous car to him. After listening, Ajan Dong thought for a moment and said it shouldn't be a big problem. Although several previous owners had encountered strange occurrences, thankfully no one had died inside it. If someone had died, the malevolent spirit of Resentment would have grown stronger; as it stands now, it seemed manageable.
Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and then mentioned that I would give him thirty thousand as a reward once the job was done.
Ajan Dong seemed surprised and waved his hand, saying that wasn't necessary; twenty thousand would be sufficient. Since he was now stationed in the country, his price was slightly lower. Seeing his sincere demeanor, I didn't press further; after all, he would be in the country more often now, so there would be plenty of opportunities to connect.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Boss Wen's house. He was frowning at the BMW and muttering to himself: "Two thousand for the temple, forty thousand for hiring a Thai monk, bought it for one hundred twenty thousand, got back forty thousand—how much is that altogether..."
I chuckled; even at a time like this, he still had the energy to do math.
Walking over to pat his shoulder, Boss Wen turned around and saw me along with the Black Robed Mage Ajan Dong. I introduced him as the most famous Ajan Master from Bangkok who was particularly skilled. Previously, there was a couple where the woman was possessed by a female ghost; it was Ajan Dong who exorcised her.
Boss Wen quickly greeted Ajan Dong while Ajan Dong nodded slightly in response. Boss Wen might not have encountered such an aloof figure before and seemed unsure how to react. I smiled and suggested that we drive the car to a secluded place where we could stand aside and watch Ajan Dong perform his rituals.
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