Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"That's right!"

Master Liu let out a breath and said, "Yesterday's performance was most likely a charade put on by them!"

"Second Master, do you have any suggestions regarding the Kowloon Pillars and Caoyang Road subway station? Would you like us to take a look?" I asked again.

"No need, there are people specifically watching over it!"

Master Liu, seemingly lost in thought, chuckled and said, "Those two places are useless if too few people go there. But if those three dare to cause trouble in there, I'd be more than happy!"

"Second Master, what do you mean?" I asked.

"What I mean is, the Nine Dragon Pillars are the feng shui head of Shanghai, and Caoyang Station is the crossroads of yin and yang in Shanghai. You two shouldn't be too curious and want to see and investigate everything. Some things can kill you if you investigate them!" Master Liu said, emphasizing his words.

"Second Master, are we the kind of people who don't know what's important?" Fatty Lin asked, sounding a little aggrieved.

"Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but I do know that you two brothers are both quite curious!" Old Master Liu snorted and said, "I'm warning you two, don't be reckless!"

"Second Master, let's go take a look. Can't we just do nothing?" Fatty Lin persisted.

"No!"

Master Liu refused outright, but his tone softened, "Xiao Lin, Thirteen, I treat you two like my own grandsons. It's fine for you to get involved in some things, but there are some things you don't need to!"

"Second Master, what do you mean?" I asked Fatty Lin after exchanging a glance.

"My point is simple: this matter is not just about feng shui, but also involves human factors. Feng shui is easy to deal with; it either works or it doesn't. But human factors are not so easy to deal with!" Master Liu said after a moment's hesitation.

"Second Master, you mean collusion between insiders and outsiders?" Fatty Lin immediately realized.

"Um!"

After a long while, a soft humming sound finally came from the phone.

"If you go back and investigate Wu Yu, you'll understand some things!"

Just when we thought Master Liu wouldn't say anything more, he added, "Alright, I'm hanging up. You guys better behave yourselves and do what you're supposed to do, but don't expose yourselves and make people suspect that you leaked the Nine Dragon Pillars information!"

He said that and hung up the phone.

"This seems to be a serious matter!"

Looking at the phone that had just been hung up, I murmured to myself.

"Never mind how small it is, let's investigate that Wu Yu first!" Fatty Lin said.

"Um!"

I nodded.

The internet these days isn't as strictly regulated as it is in later years, so a lot of things are easy to find.

The three of us did a quick online search and found out what Wu Yu had done.

When the truth came out, the three of us were dumbfounded. What this person did was nothing short of beastly.

So what exactly did he do?

He used the label of art to create "The Foundation of All Knowledge".

What is this?

It's basically using human brains as specimens for creative purposes.

According to the search results, Wu Yu ate it.

In addition, there are Cannibalism, Sacrifice, and Miniature God.

These are all so disgusting and perverted that they're impossible to write about; if I did, they'd be censored.

Not only did he do this, but he also gained a bunch of henchmen.

Those two directors were one of my underlings back then.

These younger men were responsible for various tasks: some took written notes, some took photos, and some filmed the entire process as a documentary.

These people either agree with Wu Yu, or they have ulterior motives and want to get in touch with those foundations through him.

Regardless of their intentions, they are not good people.

Later, because the incident was so egregious, Wu Yu was arrested and imprisoned for the crime of desecrating a corpse.

He went in, but none of the underlings who were responsible for recording and filming went in.

Normally, none of them would have escaped, but only Wu Yu went in, and he didn't stay there for long. What does this mean? It's self-evident.

Among his underlings, one had already made a name for himself in the entertainment industry and later became a famous director. This person was none other than Wu Shan.

Wu Shan was unable to attend this film festival due to being busy with his own film.

Many people outside the circle will not know what he did, and even later, not many people know about the shady things he did.

He was later criticized for showing his buttocks in the big-budget film "Fengshen".

Wu Shan, Wu Yu's personal photographer, recorded all of Wu Yu's works mentioned above.

"brute!"

"That bastard!"

While we were researching Wu Yu's past and works, we were also criticizing Wu Yu and his followers.

"This is fucking bullshit art, bullshit personal creation!"

The more they cursed, the more excited we became, and we couldn't help ourselves at all.

"Alright, stop yelling, or someone's coming."

After nearly ten minutes of cursing, Long Nier stopped us.

"Um!"

My brother and I looked at each other, exhaled the pent-up frustration in our hearts, and finally felt a little better.

"He's crazy. Wu Yu is no simpleton. What he's doing is backed by a whole financial chain that has infiltrated the domestic arts and culture scene. Not only that, but he probably has quite a few people supporting him in China!" Fatty Lin said.

"Definitely!"

I nodded and said, "Wu Yu is nothing but a dog led by foreign capital from beginning to end. He has no sense of self whatsoever!"

"Didn't you hear what Second Master said? He's backed by America's Asian Cultural Foundation. We know all too well what that foundation does!"

"The Mystic Sect Association!"

We both uttered the same word at the same time.

The main financial backer of the Hong Kong Island Xuanmen Association is the Asian Cultural Foundation.

"Brother, Fatty, it seems like this foundation's influence is everywhere!" Long Nier said.

"Judging from what Second Master means, this foundation has supported quite a few people, and they all hold high positions now. Otherwise, Second Master wouldn't have let us stay out of it and pretend nothing happened!" I said.

"Definitely!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "I heard that this foundation has set up special funds in many universities to support professors, who in turn are responsible for helping them export their cultural ideas!"

"Taking money to solve problems for others is just like the Xuanmen Association in Hong Kong!" I said.

Another point is that while these professors may seem to only influence cultural matters, it's important to note that they are sometimes used as advisors by certain individuals.

In other words, their words can be heard by those above.

That's what's really scary.

What's even more frightening is that the students they train also have their thinking distorted by them.

Master Liu didn't want us to get involved because he was afraid we might inadvertently offend someone like Master San, which would make things much harder to handle.