The Feng Shui Detective

Feng Shui master C.F. Wong is no fan of the 21st century. It is far too rushed and noisy, a terrible environment for the kind of peaceful contemplation that his work requires. True, it has brought lots of money to Singapore, and thus lots of clients who can pay for Mr. Wong’s expertise. But those clients tend themselves to be creatures of the new century, with no respect for Mr. Wong’s ancient art. They seem to view him as some sort of general problem-solver, as able to find a missing child as he is to correct the pernicious influences that are bringing bad luck to a business. Really, it is most irritating. But there is worse. One of Mr. Wong’s clients, a client who cannot be offended, has given Mr. Wong a gift. It comes complete with a never-silent cell-phone, an unfortunate wardrobe, and a grating Australian accent. Mr. Wong has an intern. First in the Feng Shui Detective series.