Broke Businessman Bailed out with Feng Shui

Feng Shui Rescues a Broke Businessman  

Advising clients abroad is more interesting and the results are more dramatic if the in-put from them is complete.
Like this client – Steven Mirc from Dallas – who was in a major jam because he was spreading himself thin. Although married, he was the proverbial sailor with a girlfriend at every port. And to take the analogy further, he even blew up money like a drunken sailor. He was deep in debts and didn’t have a way out.

“I have learned my lesson but it may be too late,” he wrote to me. I am contemplating suicide. I need a very rich friend to bail me out, but I have exhausted all my business associates, friends, relatives and contacts. The same bastards who thrived on my hospitality when I threw lavish bashes are now avoiding me. I am not bitter about it, as that is the way the world is. But I want one last chance. I am a changed man.” He was very candid.

He was in the dock for over US $ 200,000.

I refused to offer him consultation, realizing the futility of the whole thing.

“I don’t know whether Feng Shui changes will help you. First, you are in Dallas and I can’t form a complete picture unless you send me the detailed plan of your house and office, birth dates of all the members of your family as well as of potential allies. I wish you had come to me earlier.”
But he forced me to try, and was willing to bear all the expenses including the airfare to Dallas if I felt necessary. I avoided going abroad and suggested the necessary changes in a detailed note, marking everything on the plan he couriered to me.

A few days later, he has sent me an e-mail that made my day! It read:

Dear Mohandeep,
My faith in you and Feng Shui was really justified! 
After the changes you suggested in the Helpful Friends & Patronage corner, things started happening. The mystical crystal that you gave me too has been a big help. It happened so casually at a weekend party which we Indians staying in Dallas organize. As usual, I was talking big with a glass of scotch whiskey in my hand. There was this conservatively dressed guy quietly watching me. When we got to know each other, he took me aside and said, “Steven, I have a business proposal…”
“You are talking to the right man. If you have money I can double it for you…” I said, more for effect.
“Steven, please listen to what I have to say,” he said quietly.
He talked and I listened. He didn’t beat around the bush. He knew that I was in massive money trouble and no one was willing to touch me even with a bargepole. He had a proposal to rescue me, and the terms he offered me were tough but not unfair. I have agreed to his terms and my days of worry are over.
In your letter, you have wondered about my surname. I am a Sindhi. Mirc is an abbreviation for Mirchandani.

Steven