I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

When Chen Qinghe and Huang Shouzhou returned to the Sanxuan Temple, it was already broad daylight.

The fish ball stall in the alley had just started its fire, and the smell of hot oil mixed with the sea breeze filled the air, bringing life to the whole street.

Huang Shouzhou, however, felt as if he were walking on cotton.

He was on edge all night, and his legs were still weak when he left the Huo family. It wasn't until he got back to Sham Shui Po that the breath he had been holding in his chest slowly came out.

He clutched the thick envelope tightly to his chest, his palms sweating profusely. He would take a few steps and then bend down to touch it, as if afraid that the HK$200,000 would disappear without a trace.

Two hundred thousand.

In all his years, he had never even dared to think about it, let alone touch it.

This money will not only pay off the 100,000 yuan owed to the Triads, but will also leave more than half of it.

From now on, let alone drinking soy milk and tofu pudding, he dares to dream of eating roast goose rice for several days in a row.

Just as the initial joy was beginning to emerge, a sense of unease crept back into my heart.

"Junior brother," Huang Shouzhou whispered, clutching the envelope like a thief, "this money... can we really accept it?"

After one night, he had completely come to regard Chen Qinghe as his only support.

Last night at the Huo family's house, Huang Shouzhou was terrified several times.

He had never been in contact with such a wealthy family before. Several times, when he saw the Huo family members get angry, he thought he would be beaten up, even if he didn't lose a few layers of skin. Who would have thought that this junior brother in front of him was not just talking nonsense.

He not only saw through the Huo family's scheme, but also successfully resolved it.

They actually received a reward of 200,000 from the Huo family.

That's the Huo family.

In Hong Kong, the most prominent families are wealthy and powerful, and people like them usually can't even get close to them.

Huang Shouzhou followed behind Chen Qinghe, feeling increasingly unsteady on his feet, with the unsettling feeling that he hadn't yet left the Huo family.

Chen Qinghe didn't stop walking, only saying calmly, "Don't worry, just keep it."

Actually, when he was in Hunan Province, he often didn't charge much for his feng shui consultations and house selections.

If you encounter a host who really feels bad about it, you can at most give them a basket of eggs, a bundle of vegetables, or invite them to stay for a hot meal. As long as the sentiment is there, that's enough.

But this is Hong Kong, not the mountains.

Now that my master and uncle-master have both passed away, the signboard of the Sanxuan Temple is covered in dust.

Chen Qinghe could no longer adhere to any formalities.

Lodging costs money, food costs money, and erecting a sign for the Sanxuan Temple costs even more money.

Living in Hong Kong is not easy, and Chen Qinghe feels that he is not making enough money right now!

Huang Shouzhou touched the envelope again, and only then did he feel a little more at ease.

But after feeling relieved, the lingering fear I had been holding in the night before slowly returned.

He originally thought that the trip to the Huo family was just a last resort, but who knew that Chen Qinghe could actually resolve their predicament.

The more I think about it, the less real it seems.

As soon as the two turned into Fu'an Lane, they heard hurried footsteps coming from the depths of the alley.

Immediately following was the familiar shouting.

"Dutch guy, I'm not lying!"

"They were talking about going to the Huo family to make money last night, so I kept watch here all night, but they didn't come back!"

"We know what's going on with the Huo family. No matter how many doctors they sent there, it was no use. One of them is loose-lipped, and the other is young and inexperienced. I'm afraid something will happen to them, and I'm also afraid they'll run away!"

Before he could finish speaking, another impatient shout came crashing down.

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense. Why didn't you go with me last night?"

"I... I wouldn't dare, that's the Huo family..."

Huang Shouzhou's face stiffened, and he immediately slowed down by half a step.

Soon, three or five people came out from the other end of the alley, crowding around and heading this way. The one in the lead was Holland, wearing a floral shirt and a thick gold chain. His face wasn't too bad, but his eyes revealed the irritability of someone who had just woken up to collect a debt.

The henchmen following him all looked excited, as if they were convinced that the people in the Three Mysteries Temple had either died or escaped last night.

"Hey Holland, we need to hurry," the tall, thin henchman beside him kept nagging. "I'm afraid if the Huo family gets angry, they'll just ransack this lousy place. Then we won't even get a few tables and chairs, let alone 100,000."

No sooner had he said that than Holland stopped in his tracks.

Just then, Chen Qinghe and Huang Shouzhou walked into the alleyway. The sun shone from behind them, casting long shadows.

One was clutching an envelope, pale-faced and weak-kneed; the other looked calm, as if he had just gone to the morning market.

Holland was stunned for a moment, then the fierce look in his eyes seemed to be squeezed out, slowly turning into disbelief.

"...Master Chen?" he blurted out, his voice even sounding a little unsteady, "You're back?"

The henchmen next to him hadn't reacted yet, but when they followed Holland's gaze, they all looked like they'd seen a ghost.

They genuinely believed that the two people would never return.

Ordinary people outside might not know about the Huo family's affairs, but those of them who run around on the streets every day and make a living from information know it all very well.

The news of how many feng shui masters were hired, how many decorations were smashed, and how big the fire was in the middle of the hill has spread throughout the streets.

Huang Shouzhou is the kind of person who can cheat the neighbors to make a living, but to actually dare to run into the Huo family's door is no different from suicide in their eyes.

Holland was even quite pleased with himself last night.

After returning home, he even patted his chest and told his boss that he would be able to force Huang Shouzhou to return the 100,000 yuan in a couple of days.

To his surprise, when he woke up early, he heard his younger brother say that Huang Shouzhou and that greenhorn who had just arrived in Hong Kong had actually gone to the Huo family. His first thought was that the two of them had most likely been thrown down the mountainside. He had come today to see how much money he could squeeze out of the Sanxuan Temple, and he was even a little annoyed—if the two of them really died at the Huo family's, the boast he had made to the eldest brother yesterday would probably be all for naught.

Who knew that not only did the person return alive, but they also walked in unharmed from the alley entrance.

"This is where I'm staying." Chen Qinghe glanced at Holland, his tone flat. "If I don't come back, where else can I go?"

These words weren't harsh, but the alleyway fell silent for a moment.

The tall, thin guy was the first to recover. He immediately took two steps forward and shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "Enough nonsense! You're back just in time, pay me back!"

Huang Shouzhou was startled by his shout and instinctively tried to hide behind Chen Qinghe.

Chen Qinghe only glanced at him.

Huang Shouzhou was startled and suddenly remembered what he was holding in his arms. The anger that he had just suppressed surged up again.

He quickly stepped forward, held up the thick envelope, his voice trembling, yet filled with undisguised smugness.

"Don't touch our yard! We have money, we have money right now!"

Holland's gaze immediately fell on the envelope.

The tall, thin man was also stunned. He quickly reached out and took it, lowering his voice as he said, "Brother... the Huo family really gave us the money."

Holland took the envelope in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes darkened.

This is his profession; he can tell whether someone's money is real or just a facade by touching it.

Moreover, the envelope also bears the Huo family's private seal; even if someone else had the guts to forge it, they couldn't do it this way.

Its thickness and weight are definitely not some small number, like thousands or tens of thousands.

This time, when he looked at Chen Qinghe again, his eyes had completely changed.

The boy, dressed in an old, faded blue cloth shirt, stood at the entrance of the Sanxuan Temple. Behind him were a crooked wooden door and mottled walls. He was poor, and his shabby appearance was truly shabby.

But this very person, who entered the Huo family's door last night, walked out of the Huo family's hands today with all the money intact.

Holland suddenly felt a chill.

He felt like he had gotten into some kind of trouble.

This kid not only resolved the situation at the Huo family, but also got money back from them. Doesn't that mean he wasn't just trying his luck at the Huo family? He's really capable.

Thinking about this makes me even more afraid.

Since the Huo family paid the money, it was as if they had acknowledged the Huo family's loyalty.

The person whom the Huo family would acknowledge was not someone that a street vendor like him could easily manipulate.

The young henchman next to him, still unaware of the situation, immediately shouted when the envelope was in Holland's hand, "Brother, take the money first! This little punk—"

Before he could finish speaking, Holland threw a punch.

With a bang, the underling was hit so hard that he covered his mouth and staggered back two steps, completely stunned, his eyes filled with grievance and confusion.

"Who are you calling a little punk?" Holland stared at him, his voice deep. "How many times have I told you, show some respect to Master Chen!"

He cursed his younger brother inwardly for being so ignorant. How dare you call someone who can bring money out of the Huo family so casually?

The younger brother covered his mouth, not daring to utter a sound.

I thought to myself, "Boss, you weren't like this just now."

The neighbors who had been watching the commotion at the alley entrance also quieted down.

The Dutchman is the kind of person who can turn on you in an instant, but now he's beating up his own people in front of everyone, giving them a lot of face. This scene is even more frightening than when he blocked the door and started cursing last night.

Holland turned his head, forcefully suppressing the fierce look on his face and forcing a smile.

"Master Chen, I misjudged you last night." He spoke slowly, as if he had to reconsider each word. "The men under you don't know the rules and have foul mouths, so please don't take it to heart."

Huang Shouzhou stood to the side, and when he heard the words "Master Chen", he felt his forehead get hot.

Last night, when these people blocked the door, they shouted "Get out and pay back the money"; today, standing in front of the door again, they are now calling him "Master Chen".

The anger that had been building up inside him all night finally dissipated.

Chen Qinghe remained expressionless and only asked one question: "Is the money enough?"

"Enough, enough." Holland nodded quickly and started counting the money on the spot.

One hundred thousand, not a single one missing.

After counting, he deftly pulled out the half belonging to the Triads and handed the remaining half back with both hands.

"The debt of 100,000 is settled from today onwards," said Holland. "The rest is Master Chen's own skill-based reward. No matter how unruly I, Holland, would dare not take a single penny more than my fair share."

When he said this, the faces of the henchmen in the alley were full of shock, and even Huang Shouzhou was stunned.

The Dutchman, however, did not feel ashamed.

Having been in this business for so many years, he understands best what it means to bully the weak and fear the strong, and he also knows best when to bow his head.

Huang Shouzhou is a piece of trash; you can just step on him and forget about him. But Chen Qinghe is different. He's someone who can resolve the mess that Huo family made and get them to pay him off without hesitation. Not to mention in Fu'an, even in the whole of Sham Shui Po, no one would dare to really treat him as a poor, rootless kid.

Moreover, the Huo family's willingness to offer 200,000 is no small matter.

If Holland can't see someone worth this much, then he's wasted all these years.

He gave Chen Qinghe a deep look, suppressing his surprise, and added, "Master Chen, if any ignorant people cause trouble in Fu'anli in the future, just mention my name, Holland, and it might still be of some use."

Chen Qinghe didn't respond to this warm welcome, only nodding lightly: "It's fine as long as the accounts are settled."

"It's cleared, it's been cleared for a while," Holland hurriedly replied, then turned back and glared fiercely at his henchmen. "What are you all standing there for? Make way for Master Chen!"

The henchmen then snapped out of their daze and quickly moved aside, their expressions more complex than if they had seen a real ghost.

They were still waiting in the alley last night, watching to see when the Sanxuan Temple would collapse; but in the blink of an eye this morning, the place was completely transformed, and even Holland had to make them give way.

After Holland and his men had gone far away, Huang Shou-chou finally let out a long breath, feeling that his back was completely soaked.

He turned to look at Chen Qinghe, then at the remaining half-envelope of money on the table, and a very strong feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

From this day forward, no one in Fu'an Lane will dare to treat Sanxuan Temple as a joke anymore.

Holland left with 100,000 yuan, taking with him the two henchmen who were keeping watch at the entrance of the Sanxuan Temple.

The alley quieted down again, with only the fish ball stalls in the distance calling out their wares, their fumes drifting slowly in on the wind.

Huang Shouzhou kept the courtyard gate tightly shut until he was sure there were no more footsteps outside. Only then did he let out a long breath, lean his back against the door, and almost slide to the ground.

"My mother," he wiped his face, "this life has been redeemed from the clutches of the King of Hell."

Chen Qinghe didn't respond to that, but just looked up at the sky.

Then he stood in the courtyard and looked at the door, table, water, and wiring again from all angles.

Huang Shouzhou was extremely sleepy and yawned while leaning against a pillar: "Junior brother, why don't we take a rest? We haven't slept all night; even the strongest person can't keep going like this."

"Go and rest," Chen Qinghe said. "I'll tidy up here first."

He wanted to find what his master had left him from these intricate feng shui arrangements.

Huang Shouzhou responded and entered the room.

When he came out again, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Chen Qinghe sat on the old rocking chair in the courtyard, which was left behind by Li Zhengfeng.

Huang Shouzhou stood on the edge of the threshold and suddenly felt that the house in front of him seemed to have changed.

The house in front of me was still the same dilapidated building; the walls were still old, the door was still old, and even the bricks on the ground hadn't been replaced much. But with just these few minor tidying ups, the atmosphere of the courtyard had changed.

The previous stuffy, grayish feeling had faded, and the wind coming in from the doorway no longer rushed in as it had before.

Even the incense smoke in the main hall seemed lighter than usual.

"Junior brother, what have you been doing this afternoon? You seem... different?"

Chen Qinghe smiled and said, "I didn't do anything, I just adjusted the feng shui layout."

"Let's gather some energy here."