319: Chapter 308: Blossoming Peach Flowers Everywhere 319: Chapter 308: Blossoming Peach Flowers Everywhere “You can divine it, right?
I’ll give you one minute to figure out my name,” Song Yun said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
“It’s necessary to fast for three days and bathe for five hours before performing a ritual to divine such things.
I regret that I can’t cast divination in such a tainted environment.
To do so would be an insult to the legacy our ancestors left for us,” the old man stated firmly.
Upon hearing that, Song Yun felt an urge to splash the wine in his glass onto the old man’s face.
Never had he seen Li Hu need so much preparation to divine—Li Hu always just jumped right in.
“Oh, if that’s the case, I wonder if the master has any advice to offer,” Song Yun said with a bow of his hands.
“Advice?
I dare not say, but I do have an issue with the name of your bar,” the old man stroked his goatee and said.
“What’s wrong with the bar’s name?”
“The name ‘Yellow Springs’ is problematic in itself,” the old man sighed, “Throughout history, the Yellow Springs have been considered an ominous place.
According to our Taoist teachings, it is the Underworld, and it is also one of the nine bunkers and nine springs, with a strong malevolent nature.
If you can’t suppress it, it will backlash against you.”
“Furthermore, since your establishment is a bar, which usually operates at night when the yin overpowers the yang, spirits run amuck.
The negative energies and resentments emitted by your patrons could attract mischievous spirits,” the old man said mysteriously.
“And besides, what does ‘yellow’ represent?
It symbolizes gold, suggesting your bar will prosper.
But what about ‘springs’?
Above ‘springs’ is ‘white,’ suggesting your bar will encounter death, and below it is ‘water,’ implying the money you earn will slip away like water.”
“On one hand, you’re raking in gold every day; on the other, you’re recklessly spending money.
Add the meddling of those little ghosts, and your bar will be plagued by strange occurrences over time.”
“Then, Master, do you have any solutions?” Before Song Yun could continue giving him a hard time, Su Shan couldn’t sit still any longer and eagerly asked.
“A good question from the young lady,” the old man said with a shake of his head, “Well, to break this spell, we need sincerity.”
“Sincerity we shall have, but let’s see if the master can first reveal a little something,” Song Yun said playfully.
“If what you say satisfies us, I’ll pay whatever you ask for.”
“The proprietor raises a fair point, so I’ll continue,” the old man nodded in satisfaction and spoke, “From what I see, the layout within your store is passable, neither leading to financial ruin nor wealth accumulation.
The problem lies in the name.
You could change the name and then show it to me.”
“That seems like a big hassle.
Master, why not just tell us what our store should be named?” Su Shan asked anxiously.
“Don’t be hasty.
If you ask me, just name the store ‘Emperor.’ The name is imposing and carries the aura of imperial majesty, which will influence the surrounding feng shui to attract wealth.
Besides, the riffraff will feel fear at the sight of the name, so it’s the best option, which I’ve only told you,” the master said.
“This name is really good.
How do you feel about it, Song Yun?” Su Shan asked excitedly.
Song Yun didn’t have much of a feeling about these things; it’s just a name after all.
Could a mere name truly lead his establishment to bankruptcy?
Just as he was about to speak, Black Flood Dragon came in, looking dejected, followed by Xiao Hei.
“Boss, you came back and didn’t even look for me.
I’ve been nearly driven to the limits of my patience,” Black Flood Dragon said, propping his head up next to Song Yun.
“We have a guest, don’t make a fool of yourself here,” Song Yun chided with a laugh.
“Xiao Hei, how have you and Black Flood Dragon been getting along lately?”
“Thanks, boss.
Black Flood Dragon and I are very happy together,” Xiao Hei’s face clearly showed genuine happiness, not a feigned expression.
“As long as you’re happy.
When the time comes, I will personally officiate your wedding,” Song Yun said with a smile, lighting a cigarette.
“I believe that eventually, you two will achieve bliss together.”
“Thank you, boss,” Xiao Hei said gratefully.
Although this man in front of him could be a bit domineering, he didn’t kill Xiao Hei when he caught him but instead allowed Xiao Hei to break away from his organization.
Now, he was even planning to host a wedding for them—truly a good person.
Xiao Hei thought Song Yun was a good person, but Black Flood Dragon felt otherwise.
Angrily shouting, “Song Yun, are you actually serious?”
“A great man once said, ‘All courting that doesn’t aim for marriage is but trifling amour.’ You don’t even have it in you to be a rascal; you’re better off just waiting a bit longer for the wedding ceremony, and I believe your master will thank me,” Song Yun said modestly, as if to say, ‘No need to thank me for such a trifle.’
Black Flood Dragon couldn’t beat Song Yun, nor could he outshout him.
He had to vent his pent-up rage on someone else.
Xiao Hei was off-limits; recently, whenever he was about to get angry, she would tightly embrace him, leaving him unsure whether to push her away or let her be.
Glancing around, Black Flood Dragon saw an old man in a Daoist robe sitting beside him, looking at him mockingly.
Damn it, this son of a gun didn’t look like a good person.
“What are you looking at?” Black Flood Dragon wasn’t the sort of bad guy that acted without questioning first, at least he needed some justification before doing anything rash.
“So what if I look at you?” The master turned out to be quite tough.
As far as he was concerned, Song Yun had always shown him great deference; this underling had better not provoke him, a hint of unrestrained arrogance evident in his tone.
“Try looking at me again,” Black Flood Dragon growled menacingly.
“Let’s look then,” the master wasn’t about to back down and stared straight into Black Flood Dragon’s eyes, leaving Black Flood Dragon itching to pop his eyeballs out and stomp on them like balloons.
“Let’s…
let’s just continue discussing the bar,” concerned about Black Flood Dragon’s status within the group, Su Shan intervened, knowing all too well that provoking him would not end well for the master.
“No need to say more.
I didn’t expect such impudent people to be here,” the master brushed off his sleeves furiously, “Mark my words, if you don’t follow my advice, your bar will experience supernatural events within days.”
“Damn it, you’re really getting carried away here,” Black Flood Dragon snapped, grabbing the man’s collar, “Did you divine that you’d encounter me today before coming here?
Damn it, I’ll show you what ‘blossoming peach flowers’ really means.”
“Wait, we can’t be unreasonable,” Song Yun said, grabbing Black Flood Dragon’s hand.
“Please continue, Master.
My brother here is a little hot-headed.”
“I have nothing more to say, I’m not interested anymore.
If you want to know more, have Miss Susan come to me another day,” the old man said as he turned to leave.