But human desire is insatiable. After discovering how easy it was to make money from stocks, John Grant kept increasing his investments. But who could have expected that a few months later, the stock market would be hit by a cold wave, and all the stocks he bought plummeted, losing him hundreds of thousands.

Having lost money, he naturally wanted to win it back. John Grant became just like those gamblers blinded by their losses. However, he himself was already out of money, and when his relatives heard that he had lost money in the stock market, none of them were willing to lend him any more. Unable to borrow money, John Grant set his sights on this batch of gold and jewelry.

Although John Grant lived in Shanghai, his hometown was not in Shanghai, but rather a remote rural area in the south. In the past, when he returned to his hometown, he had heard some of the village elders mention things about the Pixiu. At the time, he hadn’t paid any attention, but now, with evil thoughts in his mind, he decided to see if there was any truth to it.

At first, John Grant experimented at home, and after discovering that it really worked, he devised a plan to lure William Miller step by step into his scheme.

……

Listening to John Grant confess everything, and seeing the pleading look on his face, Brian Carter showed not a trace of sympathy. There are gods three feet above your head; how could such blasphemy against a spiritual beast not bring retribution? Everything was John Grant's own doing.

“You only thought about your own daughter, but did you ever consider what would happen to Eric Foster's daughter if you framed him?”

Brian Carter pointed at the little girl standing next to Eric Foster, who was biting her finger at that moment, and said sternly, “The sins you create will bring retribution upon your descendants. John Grant, you will live in regret for the rest of your life. There’s nothing I can do about this.”

John Grant collapsed completely. Many people looked at him with a bit of sympathy, but of course, it wasn’t for John Grant himself, but for his daughter.

Chapter 7: The Good Doesn’t Work, the Bad Does

John Grant was exposed, and Eric Foster proved his innocence. He kept expressing his gratitude to Brian Carter.

“Thank you, thank you, master.”

That’s right, in Eric Foster's eyes, Brian Carter was a master. Of course, he wasn’t the only one who thought this way; everyone in the hall looked at Brian Carter with awe.

“Thank you, thank you for helping me recover my lost gold and jewelry. May I ask how I should address you, master?” William Miller also stepped forward to express his gratitude and ask.

“Brian Carter.”

Brian Carter glanced at William Miller and replied calmly.

“Mr. Carter, I really can’t thank you enough this time. If it weren’t for you, I might have wrongly accused old Yuan. To show my gratitude, if you have any requests, just say the word—if I can do it, I will.”

Hearing this, Brian Carter looked at William Miller with a half-smile. He knew exactly what William Miller was thinking.

“Don’t worry, this matter is already over. That Pixiu won’t bring any more consequences to the shop. But there’s one thing I need to remind you of, Boss Miller.”

Brian Carter spoke, and upon hearing this, William Miller quickly nodded and said sincerely, “Mr. Carter, please, I’m all ears.”

“As the saying goes, it’s easy to invite a god but hard to send one away. For things like feng shui ornaments, it’s best not to invite them unless you fully understand them. You should know, some feng shui items may not bring you good fortune, but if you violate taboos, they will definitely bring you misfortune.”

Brian Carter's words left William Miller and the others looking puzzled, as it was the first time they’d heard such a theory.

“Changing your luck with feng shui is not a simple matter. I’m sure many of you have heard of feng shui items like the Pixiu, the Wenchang Pagoda, or peach wood fans. But in reality, how many of these have you seen actually work?”

Many people nodded at Brian Carter's words. Since they did business in the antique street, they naturally came across many such items, but they had only ever heard about them—never seen anyone actually change their luck with them.

“There’s a saying among our people: ‘The good doesn’t work, the bad does.’ This fits perfectly here. Bringing home these feng shui items doesn’t necessarily change your luck, but if you handle them improperly, they can bring you misfortune. This Pixiu is a case in point.”

“So, unless you meet someone who truly understands these things, it’s best not to bring home such feng shui items. Otherwise, who can guarantee that what happened today won’t happen again?”

Brian Carter wasn’t just trying to scare them. There are many rules about feng shui items, such as where to place them, the timing of bringing them home, and the daily rituals for worshipping them. None of these can be done incorrectly, and these procedures are not something non-professionals understand.

“It definitely won’t happen again.”

William Miller looked embarrassed. After what happened today, he would be left with a shadow for life and would never dare touch such feng shui items again.

“All right, the matter is settled. I should be leaving now.”

Brian Carter smiled, waved to Eric Foster's daughter, bent down and said, “See, big brother didn’t lie to you.”

“Thank you, big brother.” The little girl replied gratefully to Brian Carter.

Patting the little girl’s head, Brian Carter smiled without saying anything more and started walking toward the door.

“Mr. Carter... Mr. Carter, wait.”