Reborn in 1970, I thrived in Hong Kong.

Once inside the villa, Li Huai-ren led the old Taoist priest Zhang Quan-yi on a tour, and Zhang Quan-yi immediately noticed several major problems:

"Good heavens, they're afraid you won't die, so they not only set up a 'piercing heart evil' that causes death by dissipating qi, but also connected the front door, living room, balcony floor-to-ceiling windows, and back door into a straight road that can be seen from the bottom..."

Ivy blocks the windows, cutting off the flow of positive energy...

Night-blooming jasmine on the door invites evil spirits into the house...

However, judging from the situation, it is definitely not a feng shui trap set up by people from various sects in mainland China.

When people from various schools of feng shui arrange feng shui traps, they always follow the rules of nature, leaving people a glimmer of hope...

He spoke fluently, but inwardly he sighed:

"Alas, Amitabha! No wonder you were able to be resurrected. The original owner was targeted by these extremely inauspicious feng shui formations; it would have been difficult for him not to die!"

If it were someone else, they might not necessarily believe what the old Taoist priest Zhang Quanyi said, but Li Huai-ren was a reincarnated person, so such an astonishing thing could happen.

Therefore, he prefers to believe in feng shui rather than its non-existence.

He immediately consulted Master Zhang Quanyi on how to solve the problem.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Quanyi smiled:

"This is simple. Just change it back to the way it was originally. And uproot and throw away the ivy and night-blooming jasmine in the garden..."

After saying that, he did some calculations with his fingers and then said:

"To help someone to the end, you go and buy a Yin-Yang Bagua mirror yourself, prick your right index finger with a needle, and then use the blood from your index finger to write the character '镇' (zhen, meaning 'to suppress') on the Yin-Yang Bagua mirror."

Leave the rest to me. After I've taken care of it, I'll hang it above the lintel of the main gate of the mansion. From then on, no matter who tries to ward off evil spirits through feng shui, they will be immune to all evil influences..."

Li Huai-ren was overjoyed. After introducing Ye San-niang and everyone else to each other, he went out to buy the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror himself.

After buying the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror, Li Huai-ren followed the instructions of Master Zhang Quan-yi, pricked his right index finger with a needle, and used the blood from his index finger to write the character "镇" (zhen, meaning to suppress) on the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror before handing it over to Master Zhang Quan-yi.

Meanwhile, Ye San Niang had already hired someone to uproot the ivy and night-blooming jasmine in the yard and throw them into the garbage station not far from the villa.

The original screen between the villa's entrance hall and living room was put back in place, and the parts of the building that had been demolished were rebuilt by the workers who started construction at the clinic.

Then, Master Zhang Quanyi hung the Yin-Yang Bagua mirror, on which Li Huai-ren had written the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") in his index finger blood, above the lintel of the villa's main gate. After chanting incantations and burning several yellow paper talismans, he suddenly shouted:

"town!"

A bizarre scene suddenly unfolded: the blood-written character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") on the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror, written with Li Huai Ren's index finger, suddenly disappeared into the mirror.

Yes, that's right, it was the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") written in blood by Li Huai-ren with his index finger that disappeared into the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror!

At the same time, Li Huai-ren suddenly felt completely relaxed, as if some heavy constraint or shackle within him had been broken, and he felt an indescribable sense of ease, freedom, and joy.

At noon, after lunch, Li Huai-ren called Ye San-niang to the living room on the second floor and asked her who had asked her parents to change the feng shui layout of the villa in early 1967.

Without thinking, Ye San Niang blurted out:

"He was a Thai monk, but I don't remember his name."

By the way, I heard your mother mention this Thai monk; he was recommended to her by Mrs. Newbikin, the tycoon of Hong Kong Land, and Mrs. Keswick of Jardine Matheson.

After saying that, she looked up at Li Huai-ren and added:

"Young Master, three years have passed. You should properly face the belongings of the Master and Madam."

Among these relics were shares in several companies, including Hongkong Land and Dairy Farm.

You said someone set up a feng shui trap; I suspect it might be targeting the stocks in the companies your parents own.

Li Huai Ren was stunned. He had no memory of the original owner of this body. If Ye San Niang hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known that the original owner hadn't even sorted through his parents' belongings!

He then remembered something: his mother in this life was no ordinary person; she was the cousin of Cheng Yu-tung's wife, and also the niece of Chow Tai Fook founder Chow Chi-yuen!

In 1965, her mother transferred all the Chow Tai Fook shares that her maternal grandfather had left her to Cheng Yu-tung.

Therefore, it is likely that the shares of Hongkong Land and Dairy Farm in the hands of the parents were acquired after they sold their shares in Chow Tai Fook.

He then recalled how British companies and foreigners in those days ruthlessly exploited and plundered Hong Kong's Chinese people and companies.

Especially when recalling the "Jung Hoi Kee Milk" acquisition case two years later, the mastermind behind the feng shui trap becomes readily apparent:

Who else could it be but Jardine Matheson, Hongkong Land, and their foreign associates?

He then recalled that his parents had died in 1967 from a hail of bullets fired by the British, the stated reason being accidental killing. Now, upon reflection, Li Huai-ren had found the answer in his heart:

This was a premeditated, direct physical elimination!

Li Huai-ren immediately understood something: his fourth uncle, Li Zhao-ji, must know the reason behind it, but he couldn't do anything about the British. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He could only try his best to get more compensation from the British.

He finally understood why the British were able to pay him a huge sum of millions of Hong Kong dollars in compensation when his parents were murdered!

I suspect my older sister, Li Yawen, is fully aware of what's going on, but she hasn't told me, probably because she's afraid I'll act rashly...

Seeing Li Huai Ren remain silent in thought, Ye San Niang quietly got up and went downstairs. When she reappeared on the second floor, she was carrying two exquisite golden nanmu wood boxes. She placed the boxes in front of Li Huai Ren and said:

"Young Master, you should keep these things yourself! As for the portion your parents left to your sister, I already gave it to her."

"Thank you!" Li Huai-ren looked up at her and sincerely thanked her.

Ye San Niang shook her head and said solemnly:

"Young master, you don't need to thank me. Fifteen years ago, when I entered this mansion, I was a self-combing woman."

At that time, I swore a solemn oath never to marry. If your Li family doesn't kick me out, I will stay in the Li family for the rest of my life, a member of the Li family in life and a ghost of the Li family in death!

Li Huai-ren wanted to offer her some advice, suggesting she marry someone suitable, but seeing how resolute she was, he had no choice but to give up and leave it at that for the time being.

Neither of the two golden nanmu boxes was locked. He opened the first box and saw a HSBC bankbook on top, with several share certificates below it.

Li Huai-ren picked up one of the share certificates and looked at it. He was immediately shocked to see that it was a 4.5% stake in the land company!

These days, Chinese shareholders own 4.5% of British-owned companies. Is his mother stupid? Oh no, does she think those heartless foreigners are Hello Kitty?

He picked up another share certificate and looked at it, and was immediately dumbfounded: it was actually 4.99% of the shares in the milk company!

At this point, without even asking "Ah Gui," he already understood why his parents had died under the crossfire of the British:

Damn it, you two Chinese couples actually hold 4.5% of Hongkong Land's shares, and also hold 4.99% of the shares of Dairy Farm, which Hongkong Land covets, and you hold them so openly and brazenly. Do you think Mr. Smith only collects money?

Killing the creditors directly is Mr. Smith's forte and specialty, isn't it?

Their pirate and bandit ancestors have been doing this since the European Middle Ages.