Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

I glanced at my phone; it was an unfamiliar number.

Who is it?

Seeing that I didn't answer, Fatty Lin came over and asked.

"New account!"

I pressed the answer button as I spoke.

"Excuse me, are you Master Feng?"

After the call was connected, a distinctive Cantonese accent came through.

"I am Feng Shisan, and you are?"

I asked.

"I'm Hua, the scoundrel from the water room!"

The other party replied.

"Rotten Boy Wah?"

I've met quite a few gangsters lately, but I've never heard of this guy named "Rotten Boy Wah".

"Master Feng, I'm just a janitor, the fourth one in the water room, nothing special!" said the rascal Hua.

"What do you need me for?" I asked.

"I had no other choice but to call you, Master Feng!" said Hua, catching his breath.

"So, what exactly do you want from me?" I asked.

After a long silence, Rascal Hua slowly said, "My girlfriend has disappeared!"

"If your girlfriend is missing, you can report it to the police. What's the use of contacting us?" I said.

"Calling the police won't do any good!"

"Rotten Boy Hua said in a low voice."

"Calling the police is useless, and contacting us is even more useless!" I said.

Rascal Hua fell silent again.

"He's crazy, hang up, ignore him!" Fatty Lin said.

"Um!"

I hung up the phone immediately.

The triads in Hong Kong Island have a simple hierarchy, from the lowest level, Blue Lantern, to 49, to the Big Bottom, and then to the Leader.

The soles of these are further divided into straw sandals, white paper fans, and red sticks.

Blue Lantern is not registered in the club's roster, has not undergone an initiation ceremony, and can leave at any time as long as there are no financial disputes.

Once Si Jiu is on the gang's underwater roster, it's not so easy for him to leave. But if Si Jiu has been around for many years and hasn't made a name for himself yet, as long as his direct superior has no objections, leaving isn't a problem.

The fact that "Rotten Boy Wah" said he was "Old 49" and a parking attendant shows that he was just a low-level worker, not much better off than "Blue Lantern".

Another point is that in Hong Kong, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

The nickname "Rotten Boy Wah" indicates that he was just an ordinary small-time hoodlum with no reputation, but also no obvious evil deeds.

If he were called "Gambling Hua" or "Daoist Hua," I wouldn't give him a chance to speak at all.

After the call ended, Rascal Hua didn't call back, and I didn't take him seriously.

The next morning, he called again.

"Hey kid Hua, if someone in your family is sick or possessed, I can help you take a look, but if your girlfriend is missing, I can't help you with that!"

After answering the call, I said it directly and decisively.

"Master Feng, I'd like to see you. There are some things I can't say over the phone!"

"Rotten Boy Hua said."

"If there's anything you can't say, we'll give you another chance. If you don't say it now, don't ever say it again!" Fatty Lin chimed in.

Another silence followed.

"This matter is related to Li Guagua, the richest man in China!"

Just as we were about to hang up, Rascal Wah finally spoke.

"With whom?" I thought I misheard.

"It's related to Li Guagua, the richest man in China!"

"Rotten boy Wah repeated."

"You mean to say that your girlfriend's disappearance was caused by Li Guagua?" I said.

"Yes!" replied the rascal Hua.

"Do you know what you're saying?" I said, frowning.

"I know!"

"Rotten Boy Hua shouted in a low voice."

"Are you sure you're conscious and haven't inhaled anything?" I asked.

"I'm sure, I'm Rascal Wah, not Daoist Wah, and not K-boy Wah. I don't touch those things!" Rascal Wah said through gritted teeth.

Lin the Fatty and I exchanged a glance, and I said, "Where are you? We'll come find you!"

The rascal Wah gave an address, which was a public housing estate in Kwun Tong.

After quickly tidying up, the three of us went downstairs and set off.

"You lunatic, isn't Li Guagua eighty years old?"

After getting in the car, Fatty Lin asked

"Yes, eighty!" I nodded.

"Given his status and position, if he wanted women, Hong Kong actresses would probably line up to come to him. He wouldn't need to kidnap women, would he?" Fatty Lin said.

"There must be more to this than meets the eye!" I said.

Forty minutes later, we met Rascal Wah in a public housing estate in Kwun Tong.

The boy, Hua, looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.

"I feel like I've seen you before?"

Looking at Rascal Wah, I felt like I recognized him.

"Master Feng, when you went to Ruixing Mahjong Parlor to give Grandpa acupuncture, I helped him park the car once, and you gave me a red card as a tip!" said Rascal Hua.

"Oh, I remember now!"

When he said that, I recognized him.

In Hong Kong Island, the tip for valet parking is usually around HK$20, which is about the price of a blue crab.

The car that Fourth Wife provided for us was a Mercedes-Benz. Given the car's class, it wouldn't be appropriate to give a tip like a Blue Crab.

Therefore, the fourth wife gave us HK$51,000 specifically for tips.

On Hong Kong Island, the HK$100 note is commonly called "Red Snapper" because of its color.

When I went out and gave tips, all the parking attendants were all grinning.

No other reason than that the tip was paid.

"You said your girlfriend was kidnapped by Li Guagua, what evidence do you have?" Fatty Lin went straight to the point, not giving him a chance to reminisce or build rapport.

"My girlfriend wasn't kidnapped by Li Guagua, but it was pretty much the same!" said the rascal Hua.

"What exactly do you mean?" I asked, frowning.

"oops!"

Rotten Boy Hua hesitated for a moment, seemingly wondering whether to speak or not.

"You madman, let's go!"

Seeing him like this, Fatty Lin turned and left.

"Master Lin, don't go!"

Rascal Hua grabbed Fatty Lin's arm and pleaded, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"

"Speak!"

Fatty Lin stopped and stared at him coldly.

Rascal Hua gritted his teeth and said, "Ah Mei was sold to Li Guagua by her father!"

"Sell?" I looked at Rascal Hua with suspicion.

"Um!"

Rascal Hua nodded and said, "Ah Mei's dad is a gambling addict. A few days ago, Ah Mei called me and said that her dad owes a huge gambling debt and she's going to sell him to pay it off!"

"I asked Amei to come find me, but I waited and waited and she never showed up. I even went to her house to look for her, but she wasn't there!"

"Later, I caught up with Ah Mei's gambling-addicted father and gave him a big gold bull card. Only then did he tell me that he had sold Ah Mei to the people of Yi An, saying that Ah Mei might be in some stable now!"

Hearing this, I frowned.

What is "Malan"? It is actually a brothel.

Many women on Hong Kong Island were sold off by their relatives to Ma Lan.

"And then, how did this get involved with Li Guagua again?!"

I asked.

"I went to Malan to look for her, but I couldn't find Amei at all!"

Rascal Hua gritted his teeth and said, "If Amei really had been sold to Malan, I'd try to find a way, pull some strings, and maybe rescue her. But Amei wasn't sent to Malan!"