I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

The next day.

With the shop settled, Huang Shouzhou followed Chen Qinghe's advice and called some workers to help with the tidying up.

Chen Qinghe wants to break the deadlock and redefine the tone; these are things that the two of them alone cannot handle.

As a result, the street in Sham Shui Po was already bustling with activity early in the morning.

One reason is that the street itself is crowded, so when a new shop starts construction, neighbors quickly gather around.

On the other hand, this shop was notorious for being a bad business that was said to bring bad luck to anyone who rented it, so when news of its construction suddenly spread, quite a few people came to watch.

"How long do you think this new shop can last?"

"The agent said it was rented out for three months."

"Three months? I bet three weeks. It would be good if I could last three weeks."

"It's been four or five years, and no one has ever stayed in this shop for more than three months, right?"

"..."

The shop door was wide open, and most of the low wall that had blocked the air passage in the middle of the hall had been smashed down, with broken bricks and dust all over the ground.

Outside, it was bustling with activity. The owners of several nearby shops had all gathered around. Sister Alan from the tailor shop, Old Man Zhou who sold incense and candles, and even Old Liu, who had a mobile stall repairing clocks at the end of the alley, all brought over a small stool. Ostensibly, they said they were taking a break, but in reality, they came to see who had rented this runaway shop.

Huang Shouzhou was covered in dust, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as he followed the day laborers to drag the last few broken bricks out.

Although he was panting heavily from exhaustion, he felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

He used to hang around Sham Shui Po, and he always felt inferior to the locals. Everyone knew he was a slacker who couldn't make big money and could only hang around in the alleys.

But today is different!

The more he thought about it, the more energetic he became, and he even moved the bricks with more force when he bent over.

Just then, someone outside suddenly let out a cold laugh.

But just as he was beginning to breathe a sigh of relief, a cold laugh suddenly came from outside the door.

"I wondered who had such audacity, it turns out to be you, Huang Shouzhou, you piece of trash."

As soon as the sound came out, the neighbors around the doorway instinctively made way. Huang Shouzhou hadn't even had time to put down the half-brick in his hand when his back tensed up.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a worn-out gray long gown and round-framed glasses perched on his nose, the lenses polished to a shine. He walked with his chin slightly raised, as if afraid others wouldn't notice his air of superiority. He carried a folding fan with slender ribs. He stopped at the door and didn't come in immediately. His gaze swept around the shop, and when it landed on Huang Shouzhou's face, the smile on his lips turned even colder.

The joy on Huang Shouzhou's face immediately faded.

He recognized the man with glasses; his name was Feng Siyan, and he was a feng shui master in the neighborhood with some skills.

The old man's shop is not far away. He usually helps people choose auspicious days, opening times, and moving into new homes. He's quick-witted and best at using a bunch of incomprehensible language to confuse people and make money through a combination of coaxing and deception.

When Li Zhengfeng was alive, he couldn't stand this kind of behavior the most, and it ruined several of his business deals.

Knowing that Li Zhengfeng was truly skilled, Feng Siyan dared not confront him directly, and instead held a grudge against the Sanxuan Temple.

Later, Li Zhengfeng died, and Huang Shouzhou couldn't control the situation, so Feng Siyan openly and secretly undermined him quite a bit.

This person's arrival today was clearly not a coincidence.

Sure enough, Feng Siyan first tapped the pile of broken bricks in the hall with the handle of his fan, then shook his head as if he had seen a joke, saying, "Huang Shouzhou, you're really tired of living. You couldn't even protect that dilapidated temple in Fu'an Lane, and you dare to come here to rent a shop? What, were you scared enough by the money you owed the Triads a while ago? Now you want to find another way to die?"

A few people at the door chuckled softly, then quickly stopped.

Huang Shouzhou's face flushed, and he slammed the brick in his hand heavily on the ground: "Whether I rent a shop or not is none of your business!"

"It's none of my business." Feng Siyan raised his eyelids and slowly took two steps inside. "But I just want to see where someone like you gets the guts to touch a place like this. Others may not know, but I know all too well. This shop has driven away so many people, ruined so many businesses, even the landlord is practically giving it away at his own expense. You, a useless registered employee who can't even understand the proper stuff, dare to get involved?"

The moment the words "registered waste" were uttered, the onlookers at the door quieted down a bit.

These words are too harsh, but many people feel that although Feng Siyan's words are venomous, they are not entirely wrong.

This is basically the impression that anyone who knows Huang Shouzhou has of him.

His sudden move to rent this haunted shop seems to outsiders like he's courting death.

Sister-in-law Alan couldn't help but look inside again, as if she wanted to know if Huang Shouzhou would be trampled into the mud by Feng Siyan in public this time.

Huang Shouzhou was so angry that his face turned pale. He was about to retort when Chen Qinghe's voice came from behind him.

"Don't go out lately."

The voice was not loud, but very clear.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to that direction.

"Don't go out lately." His voice was low and his tone was flat. "There will be bloodshed."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Feng Siyan was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

It was only then that he truly took notice of the young man who hadn't said much.

Feng Siyan sized him up, tapped his palm with the handle of his fan, and sneered, "Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: stay out of this—"

Chen Qinghe interrupted him, his expression unchanged, "I have a serious piece of advice for you. Don't go out for the next three days, or you'll suffer a bloody disaster."

Feng Siyan visibly choked for a moment, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

He stared at Chen Qinghe, as if trying to discern something from that excessively young face. But no matter how he looked, he felt that the boy's gaze was very calm, not like he was deliberately trying to scare people. Instead, it seemed as if he was simply stating something that had already happened.

This feeling is more repulsive than bluffing.

"You're sticking up for him?" Feng Siyan pointed at Huang Shouchou, his tone mocking. "What kind of stinking place do you come from? Do you even know who I am? You dare to stick up for him in Sham Shui Po?"

Chen Qinghe said, "Whether you believe it or not is your business. I've said my piece; whether you get stabbed or not is up to your own fate."

Huang Shouzhou stood aside, feeling extremely comfortable.

He had always felt that Chen Qinghe was standing up for him, but the way he said it was so calm and so real that he was unsure.

Feng Siyan's smile completely vanished.

He's become quite well-known in Sham Shui Po over the years, and he's the one who usually points fingers at others and says things like "Your family's connections are wrong" or "You're having bad luck these days." How could a mere kid like him possibly lecture him?

Unfortunately, this was a topic of physiognomy, and if he reacted angrily on the spot, it would make him seem guilty; but if he didn't react, it would seem as if he was being completely overpowered by this young man.

I can't swallow this anger, but spitting it out doesn't feel good either.

Not to mention that there are so many familiar faces gathered at the door right now. If he loses the upper hand now, who will come to him for feng shui and face reading?

He pushed up his glasses and said coldly, "You can read faces?"

"A little better than you," Chen Qinghe replied calmly.

"Ha." Feng Siyan laughed angrily. "Then tell me, where did you see that I'm destined for bloodshed?"

"Your forehead is dark, the bridge of your nose is bluish, and the corners of your eyes are red." Chen Qinghe looked at him and said, "These past two days, you've been feeling very hot inside, walking quickly, and your right shoulder feels heavy when you walk, which means you're carrying some kind of injury. It's most likely that you had some nauseous thoughts, which have backfired. I advise you to stay home and not move around for the next few days. If you continue to wander around like this, you won't be able to avoid it."

The room fell silent again.

Several neighbors who were standing on the sidelines, who were just watching the excitement, couldn't help but glance at Feng Si a few more times after hearing this.

When Feng Siyan entered the room today, the bottom of his right sleeve was indeed slightly bulging outwards, as if he had raised his hand to block something a few days ago, and his shoulder was not very nimble.

Feng Siyan's heart sank, but his expression hardened even more: "Nonsense!"

Then came a cold laugh: "Huang Shouzhou, you've really grown some guts, finding such a greenhorn to bolster your reputation. Fine, I won't argue with you today. But you'd better know what kind of reputation this place has. Don't blame me for not warning you, the Sanxuan Temple's reputation is already shaky. If you really open your shop here, on opening day, you probably won't even be able to light the incense properly."

"Whether the incense is safe or not is none of your concern," Chen Qinghe said indifferently. "You should worry about your own bloodshed first."

Even Huang Shouzhou almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Feng Si stared at Chen Qinghe with eyes that seemed to want to devour him whole, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He just flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

As he walked out the door, his steps quickened noticeably, whether from anger or because he was truly overwhelmed by the thought of "bloodshed."

After everyone had gone far away, Huang Shouzhou finally laughed out loud.

"Junior brother, that's a brilliant statement." He chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "That old geezer always loves to put on airs, but you shut him down perfectly with just one sentence. You really see that he's in for some bloodshed?"

Chen Qinghe withdrew his gaze, his tone remaining calm: "I can see a little."

"Really?"

"Yes," Chen Qinghe said, "but the severity depends on how he chooses to proceed."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou's smile deepened, as if a knot of anger that had been stuck in his chest for years had finally been released.

Over the years, he and Feng Siyan had suffered countless indignities, both openly and secretly. When Li Zhengfeng was still alive, the old man was somewhat restrained; but after Li Zhengfeng died, he felt that the Sanxuan Temple was now just a lump of mud left, and it didn't matter whether he stepped on it or not.

Today's visit really feels like settling some old scores first.

After the room quieted down, the day laborers cautiously asked, "Master Chen, should we continue cleaning up this shop?"

"Keep tidying up," Chen Qinghe said.

Huang Shouzhou responded faster than anyone else: "Clean up! Of course we'll clean up!"

As he spoke, he bent down and carried the broken bricks off the ground, his movements becoming more efficient than before.

The more Feng Siyan looked down on him, the stronger his inner drive became.

Everyone looks down on me, but I'm determined to prove them wrong!