After the divorce, I started to transfer

This feng shui master, Lin Ping, was originally named Lin Pingzhi. For well-known reasons, he finally changed his name to Lin Ping when he was twenty-five years old.

However, he seems to have been influenced by his original name, and during puberty, he suddenly realized that he was abnormal.

He didn't quite understand this at first, back in the last century when televisions weren't common. It wasn't until he was about to graduate from junior high that he learned the reason for his situation from a book at a used bookstore.

Gradually, the people around him, especially his classmates, noticed his unusual behavior and began to mock and isolate him. As is often the case with bad news, it spread like wildfire, and the news quickly reached everyone in the school and even the village.

His family was ashamed of him, and those around him treated him like a monster.

He dropped out of school as a result, and his parents even locked him at home, preventing him from going out or seeing anyone, so as not to embarrass him.

Finally, on a dark and stormy night, he used bed sheets and blankets to make a rope and escaped from the second-floor window of his house.

That very night, he ran to the train station more than ten kilometers away from his hometown, sneaked in, and just happened to catch a train heading south. He boarded the train and thus began his life as a wanderer.

The train eventually took him to a completely unfamiliar city, a bustling city with a much more vibrant atmosphere than his hometown, filled with countless people.

He struggled to survive around the train station, nearly being caught and sold by human traffickers several times. He was cheated, beaten, and fell ill. But like a cockroach, he tenaciously survived.

After living such a difficult life for more than a year, he met his master, a lame old man who said he was a geomancer, that is, a feng shui master, who specializes in looking at feng shui for people, both ancestral graves and houses.

The old man said he could take him on as an apprentice and teach him feng shui skills, which would allow him to make a lot of money, on the condition that he be provided with food every day.

At the time, Lin Ping didn't know much about geomancers or feng shui masters. He only knew that this old man was involved in feudal superstition. As for the old man's claim that he could make a lot of money by learning feng shui, he didn't believe it at all.

If he could really make money, this old man wouldn't be in such a sorry state, begging at the train station.

At first, Lin Ping scoffed at the old man's words and didn't agree to his request, so naturally he wouldn't provide him with food every day. However, one time he saw the old man being brutally beaten by several other beggars at the train station, his face covered in blood, looking truly pitiful.

Out of compassion, he went up to help carry the old man to his abandoned house and got him some food.

As it turned out, this old man was actually a great storyteller, telling tales of gods, ghosts, and feng shui in a very captivating way, which he found utterly fascinating.

In those days, radios were still a luxury, so Lin Ping was naturally very impressed by the other person's storytelling ability.

In order to listen to the old man's stories, he had no choice but to let the old man live with him and provide him with food every day.

Over time, he naturally developed feelings for the old man and learned a lot about feng shui from his stories.

He also learned why the old man was in such a sorry state: a few years ago, he had been invited by a prominent family to examine the feng shui of their ancestral graves. However, he had drunk too much and, in his youthful arrogance, had broken a taboo by blurting out several hidden flaws in the feng shui of the ancestral graves.

Then, he was retaliated against. He was put in a bag and beaten until his leg was crippled. Needless to say, the person who retaliated against him was a fellow professional.

Moreover, this competitor had a great reputation and strong influence in the local area, making it impossible for him to compete with him. Subsequently, he was subjected to various forms of blacklisting and targeting by the other party.

So much so that he had no choice but to leave his hometown. After several years of wandering, his health deteriorated, and he lived like a beggar.

The old man wasn't actually that old; he was only thirty-three, and he was only twenty-five when he was crippled. But years of wandering and poverty, coupled with neglect of personal hygiene and unkempt appearance, made him look like a fifty or sixty-year-old man.

Lin Ping was initially drawn to the other person because of their storytelling abilities. After spending two or three months together, he eventually became their apprentice under their constant persuasion.

The master and apprentice began to rely on each other for survival. They first saved up enough money through various means to buy a wheelchair.

Lin Ping then pushed his master around to various places to do feng shui consultations for people.

In those days, the profession of Feng Shui master was not very popular. Ordinary people were generally not wealthy, and transportation was generally inconvenient, so it was actually very difficult for Feng Shui masters to make money.

Of course, if you're truly skilled, and someone who knows their stuff and has the money, you can still make money.

Lin Ping's master was truly skilled, so he made some money, more or less.

Especially after the 1990s, with the booming domestic economy and people having more money in their pockets, the demand for feng shui masters also increased.

Master Lin Ping's reputation gradually spread, and the feng shui business of the master and apprentice got on the fast track.

When Lin Ping was 25, he had already saved over 100,000 yuan, and his master had over 500,000 yuan. And that was in 1993, when the average salary was only two or three hundred yuan.

That year, he went back to his hometown and gave his family 50,000 yuan so that his parents could build a new three-story house, making his family proud. After that, he changed his name from "Lin Pingzhi" to "Lin Ping".

At the turn of the millennium, his master passed away peacefully in his sleep. By then, he had already mastered most of his master's skills and started working independently, beginning his carefree and joyful life.

He immediately hired a high-paid assistant. The first requirement was good looks, and the second was a tall and upright posture. The overall requirement was a good appearance. The assistant needed to be able to take care of his personal life while also making him look good when taken out for business meetings.

Because the salary is high enough, usually two or three times that of similar jobs, and he is generous, such assistants are easy to find.

However, he doesn't like assistants to stay by his side for too long. At most, it won't exceed two years, and sometimes it'll be as short as two or three months before he finds a reason to fire them.

Of course, when he, as the boss, dismissed the other party, he also gave them sufficient compensation, which was usually five to ten times the other party's income.

In other words, if the other party works for him for a year, the monthly salary is generally 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and at most 50,000 yuan. Then the compensation would be at least 1.2 million yuan, and at most even 6 million yuan.

He once gave his assistant, who had worked for him for two years, a one-time compensation of 600 million yuan.

Therefore, none of his former assistants spoke ill of him.

The assistant Lin Ping brought to Xiuzhou this time was a new recruit he had only hired a little over ten days ago and was still on probation.

Using his information recall ability, Chen Feng recalled many images, including one from about a month ago: Lin Ping with his former assistant.

So Chen Feng was so frightened that he immediately pulled his hand back. Especially when he thought about the strange look Lin Ping had given him just now, and how Lin Ping had been holding his hand, he naturally didn't give him a friendly look.

Chen Feng ignored Gong Huize's somewhat dissatisfied questioning.

He just looked at Lin Ping with a cold face and said, "Come with me for a moment, I have something to say to you alone."

Lin Ping was slightly taken aback, then after a moment of thought, he reluctantly nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you over there."

Lin Ping pointed to the window, which was still more than ten meters away.

The others, including Gong Huize, remained silent despite their doubts.

They are all quite clear-headed about this.

So Chen Feng and Lin Ping went to the window and stood facing each other.

"Mr. Chen, what would you like to talk to me about?" Lin Ping asked calmly.

Chen Feng didn't hide anything and said directly, "I know you're a 'gay,' which is what we commonly call an old glass."

Lin Ping's expression immediately changed, and he said in a gloomy tone, "What do you mean by this?"

In reality, after all these years, it's not a secret that he gave it; most of the people who consulted him about feng shui already knew.

Besides, he acted uprightly and honestly in this matter; it was a willing transaction, and he never caused any embarrassing scandals or committed any crimes. Therefore, he had a lot of confidence.

Chen Feng shook his head calmly: "I wanted to tell you that it's none of my business, but I'm very unhappy with the way you looked at me just now, and with you taking the initiative to shake my hand."

Lin Ping remained silent, his face grim, but his gaze was fixed on him with a hint of hostility.

Chen Feng frowned slightly and then continued, "I also know that a few days ago you accepted a two million yuan commission from someone to help them get someone released. But you actually didn't have the ability to do so because the other party was drunk driving and killed a pregnant woman, resulting in two deaths, which had a very bad impact and could not be given a lenient sentence. But you don't want to return the money and want to keep the two million yuan."

Lin Ping could no longer remain calm. His expression became slightly flustered, and his gaze began to dart away. He instinctively denied it, saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Where did you hear that from?"

As far as he knew, only he and the person involved knew about this, and the two million given to him by the other party was in cash, with no record or evidence left behind.

Chen Feng didn't argue with him, but simply said, "Ten days ago, you contacted someone with the online name Rick on an encrypted software platform. He offered 10 bitcoins for a piece of information..."

"Stop talking." Lin Ping immediately interrupted Chen Feng, his face turning even paler, his lips trembling slightly. "I...I admit defeat. You've investigated me so thoroughly, what exactly do you want to do? I'll do what I can."

Lin Ping had no choice but to back down. Since Chen Feng already knew that the other party was offering 10 bitcoins, he must also know what kind of information the other party wanted. That kind of information was too sensitive. If it were exposed, even if he hadn't found out the information or completed the transaction, he would still face imprisonment.

Chen Feng's revelation can be said to have directly grasped Lin Ping's Achilles' heel, leaving him with no way to resist.

Chen Feng didn't mince words and said directly, "First, you'll help with the feng shui consultation and arrangement for free this time. Second, you'll donate all the ill-gotten gains you've made over the past few years to the Red Sunset Charity Foundation. Although I don't know exactly how much ill-gotten money you've made over the past few years, your donation must be no less than 1 million."

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Lin Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his face twitched; it was too painful.

His total net worth is only two or three hundred million yuan, including several properties and some stocks. One hundred million yuan in cash is almost all he can access right now, including his bank deposits.

"Okay!" Lin Ping slowly uttered this single word with difficulty.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and was about to reach out to pat him on the shoulder to show his approval, but stopped halfway through.

This scene made Lin Ping's facial muscles twitch again.

Chen Feng withdrew his hand slightly embarrassed, smiled, and offered his candid warning: "You're a feng shui master, and you're truly skilled, so why not just focus on providing feng shui services? Why become a middleman and information broker? Providing feng shui services earns you money, which is a legitimate income. But selling information and acting as a middleman means you earn money through questionable means. Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. You're a member of the Xuanmen (Taoist school), surely you understand this principle?"

Lin Ping could only smile wryly and explain in a low voice, "At first, I just wanted to do my old job, but a few years ago someone asked me to do something, and he gave me a deposit of three million. After the job was done, he gave me another five million. This is much easier than honestly doing feng shui for people and providing after-sales service. In addition, my personal expenses are very high, and I am under a lot of pressure. If I don't diversify my sources of income, I'm afraid my cash flow will not be able to support me."

Chen Feng retorted, "You're not married and have no children, so where does the pressure come from?"

Lin Ping sighed and complained, "I have no children of my own, but I have three nephews, two nieces, two maternal nephews, and three nieces. They are the children of my two older brothers and two older sisters; I'm the youngest in my family. And they're all basically married with children. One of my nephews has already been adopted by me; he's practically my son, there to carry on my family line. He's thirty-five years old this year and has two sons and a daughter, all of whom are my grandchildren. He lost tens of millions of yuan in business in recent years."

Later, I had no other choice but to use my connections to get him a job in a public institution back in his hometown. Then I arranged blind dates for him, and he married a teacher who worked at a school in the city. As per her request, I spent nearly ten million yuan to buy them a villa as their wedding home, and of course, a Cayenne worth nearly a million yuan for daily use. I also used my connections and over a million yuan to get my nephew a job at a state-owned enterprise in the city.

That wasn't all. Then my nephew had a child, making it three in a row. You know how expensive it is to raise children. Plus, both he and his wife had to work, so with three kids, they hired two nannies. In the first few years, all sorts of expenses added up to two million a year, and I had to pay for it all. In the last two years, the three kids have grown up, and the expenses have increased even more. They've hired top teachers for one-on-one tutoring, enrolled them in various extracurricular classes, and so on, bringing the annual expenses up to over three million.

Besides my nephew's family, my parents are still alive and I have to support them, giving them at least one or two million yuan every year. My two older siblings' families also need to provide financial assistance regularly. Not to mention the social obligations I have with them and other relatives.

There's also the donations from various associations and departments back home, which amount to several million yuan every year.

In short, my annual expenses are quite high. If I were just making money by doing feng shui, I could break even when the market was good, but when it was bad, I would be unable to make ends meet.

Chen Feng could tell that what he was saying was true. This was the tragedy of being born into a dysfunctional family; three generations of his family had been sucking his blood. Moreover, for the sake of his parents' and relatives' reputation, as well as his local standing and convenience, he had to endure all sorts of disguised extortion from associations and departments back in his hometown.

Just thinking about it, Chen Feng felt aggrieved for Lin Ping.

In that sense, this guy is indeed somewhat pitiful and deserves sympathy.

But considering that he was a gay man and that he might have just been lusting after her, Chen Feng quickly suppressed his sympathy.

"Don't try to play the poor card with me," Chen Feng said coldly. "You're making a fortune in this line of work. But after all these years and all this money, you probably haven't done much charity or given back to society. Now I'm asking you to donate money to help those elderly people living alone in rural areas. It's a good deed for you, and it'll help you accumulate good karma."

Although Lin Ping hadn't done anything particularly bad, he hadn't done anything particularly good either. Therefore, Chen Feng felt no guilt whatsoever about extorting money from him this time, getting him to donate to charity. In the end, he didn't get a single penny himself, and he'd wasted a lot of brainpower and breath.

Moreover, Chen Feng knew his secret; not sending him to jail was already extremely merciful. (End of Chapter)