Exorcism in Los Angeles? Just talk it out!

As soon as Li Ang stepped out, a Taoist priest surnamed Lin and a monk who were playing chess next door saw him and then snorted coldly.

"Hmph! He's still alive, lucky him..."

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. Around the paper-making shops in Chinatown, there must be funeral parlors. So next to Li Ang's shop, there are two neighbors. One of them sells paper money candles, which is run by a Taoist priest surnamed Lin.

The other shop, which sells coffins and performs religious rites, is run by a monk.

They have always been at odds with Li Zhanyuan, for no other reason than that there are very few Chinese people who like traditional Chinese funerals. The Li family does all the business that they do, and they also do the business that they don't do.

On the left, they snatched the fortune-telling and candle business from the Taoist priest Lin, while on the right, they snatched the exorcism and ritual business from the fat monk. Naturally, they became enemies.

Unlike the Li family, their shops are rented, so there are basically no problems with the stores. The real estate developers approached their landlords.

Hearing the curious question from the Taoist priest beside him, "Master Abstinence, what do you mean by that?"

Master Jiese smiled and said, "Master Lin, you don't know this, but yesterday they received a commission from Mr. Ding to exorcise a demon in his house... This job was originally offered to me first."

The Taoist priest asked curiously, "Then why did you decline, Master?"

The abstinence master said solemnly, "Because this humble monk saw it, there really is an evil spirit in that villa..."

"It seems to be a possessing spirit."

"Moreover, the resentment runs extremely deep..."

"No wonder..."

The Taoist priest suddenly realized, then looked at Li Ang's retreating figure, shook his head with regret, and said, "The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind..."

"Young man, you always think you're invincible just because you've learned some exorcism skills. Hmph, little do you know that you can only live a long life by staying away from evil spirits..."

The abstinence master standing nearby nodded in deep agreement, "The older an electrician gets, the more timid he becomes, and the same goes for exorcists. Not touching real evil spirits is the key to survival..."

"That makes sense, that makes sense. Wait, where's my cannon?"

……

……

Li Ang drove his old, worn-out pickup truck, black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe, all the way to the wealthy neighborhood of Los Angeles. Although he had wanted to change cars for a long time, unfortunately, the old man controlled the finances of the dealership.

The old man was a glutton, only taking in and never giving out. In his words, a car was just a tool; as long as it could run, that was enough; if it could be repaired, that was enough; and if it really broke down one day, he'd just get a new one…

Want to change cars? Dream on.

Li Ang scolded him for not spending his money, saying that when he died, either the IRS would take it away or he would be taken to his coffin.

Li Zhanyuan stated that he left money to his great-grandson as soon as Li Ang gets married and has children...

The reason for doing this was simply because Li Ang frequently went to Hollywood to philander.

"Hehe, I have ten thousand dollars now, I'll buy a Chevrolet tomorrow..." Li Ang kissed his check, humming a little tune as he drove, but unfortunately, a police car suddenly drove up behind him, flashing its lights to signal him to pull over.

"Hi, sir, could you please show me your driver's license?"

A female police officer saw Lyon's dilapidated pickup truck driving in the wealthy area and stopped him without saying a word, while placing her hand on her holster with a wary expression.

It's clear she's very vigilant.

"OK, it's in my windshield, let me reach in and get it." Li Ang rolled down the window and took out his driver's license.

Upon seeing that the officer was Chinese, the policewoman visibly relaxed.

It is well known that people with black skin are 50% more dangerous, people of other races are 49% more dangerous, and people with yellow skin are 1% more dangerous. Among the police officers who die in the line of duty each year, those killed by Chinese people are almost 0.

"Leon?"

Li Ang smiled and nodded. "Yes."

The policewoman continued, "Where are you going?"

Li Ang gestured to the paper figure behind him, "This is a custom-made paper figure for Mr. Smith, delivered to his home."

Actually, they went to exorcise demons...

The policewoman frowned. "Mr. Smith? You mean the one running for Congress?"

Li Ang nodded. "That's right."

Unexpectedly, to Li Ang's surprise, the policewoman took out her phone and made a call to verify without saying a word.

"Mr. Smith, this is Christina. I met someone who claimed to be delivering your goods... Well, never mind... Okay, have a good day."

[Note: Any resemblance to Christina Aguilera in the photos is purely coincidental.]

Wow, she can actually call directly to the other party. Looks like this black-haired girl is a rich and beautiful woman?

Li Ang's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that the black-haired girl in front of him must either come from a powerful or wealthy family.

"Hey, my name is Li Ang, I live in Chinatown. This is my business card. I enjoy watching movies, traveling, and working out. I know there's a new movie, Freddy Krueger, coming out tonight. Want to go see it together?"

Without saying a word, Li Ang handed over his business card.

To woo a girl with Amei, you have to be direct, bold, and not subtle; you might just succeed.

It can save you decades of detours.

He prefers young, beautiful, and wealthy women to plump, rich women.

Christina gave Li Ang a half-smile. "Sorry, you're not my type."

"Alas, that's truly a pity." Li Ang looked regretful, lamenting that he couldn't avoid taking those decades of detours.

……

"Hello, Mr. Smith, I'm Li Ang."

After parking the car, Li Ang took the paper figure into the villa and went to the home of his client, Mr. Smith.

The magnificent villa, complete with a swimming pool, filled Li Ang with envy. He longed to own such a villa, but unfortunately, the annual maintenance fee for such a place was over ten thousand yuan, plus taxes, making it even more terrifying than robbery.

"You've finally arrived, Master Li. Where is your grandfather?"

Li Ang said, "He has difficulty walking, so he specially sent me."

"Is this an exorcism tool?" Smith took the paper figure, examined it carefully for a while, and exclaimed, "Your family's craftsmanship is getting better and better; the paper figure looks just like the real thing."

Li Ang smiled and said, "That's right, our family's cooking skills have always been this good."

Smith nodded, handed the paper figure to the butler, and then started chatting with Leon.

"My family has prospered with each generation since thirty years ago when your grandfather consulted a fortune teller and found an auspicious burial site for our ancestors, where their coffins were buried upright. I believe all of this is thanks to you..."

Li Ang laughed and said, "That's right. If the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will surely be great. I dare not take credit for it, but if you want to repay me, you can give me more money."

In Amy countries, humility is seen as hypocrisy, while directness is perceived as frankness.

But... could it be that he's been fooled by the old man? In his memory, the old man didn't seem to know anything about feng shui, especially America's feng shui. Li Ang searched his memory and learned that his old man liked to watch some superstitious movies, especially Hong Kong movies.

But Li Ang knew nothing about feng shui, and he didn't know whether the old man really understood it or was just pretending.

"By the way," Smith changed the subject, "the reason I invited you here is because I've had some trouble at home recently, and I suspect it's my competitor's doing..."

"His votes were far fewer than mine, so in order to win, he resorted to dirty tricks..."

"It seems like an evil spirit has appeared in my house..."