I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

A young man has arrived in Sham Shui Po!

His feng shui and physiognomy skills are amazing!

With Su Yulian's deal settled, Chen Qinghe of the Sanxuan Temple's reputation has truly begun to take hold on this street.

The most obvious sign is that those neighbors who used to only peek out from the doorway and say they were "just watching the fun" are now actively stepping inside.

Early in the morning, Old Zhou, who sells incense and candles, delivered a bundle of new incense, saying that since the statue of the ancestor had been erected, the incense must not be cut off; Sister-in-law Alan no longer just stood outside the door chatting while holding a cloth, but led her brother-in-law, who was preparing to open a snack stall, directly into the shop, bowing and scraping as she called him "Master Chen"; even Zhong Biao Liu, who was usually the most stubborn, would now sit obediently to the side, waiting for Chen Qinghe to see if the dampness on the back wall of his shop was due to "unsmooth energy flow".

As more and more people came to the door, what Huang Shouzhou felt first was not money, but face.

In the past, when he walked around Fu On Lane and Sham Shui Po, the neighbors would either laugh or avoid him. Although they were polite, their eyes all said, "This half-baked guy is out here fooling people again."

Things are different now.

When people saw him, the first thing they asked wasn't "Where are you going to freeload today?", but rather "Is Sanxuan Temple busy today?", "Is Master Chen here?", and "Is there still a chance to get a turn?"

That's what you call a reputation.

Once the reputation was established, even the atmosphere in the shop seemed to improve.

When Huang Shou-zhuo stood in front of the newly erected incense table and added incense to the statue of the patriarch, he always felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt that the Sanxuan Temple signboard he was guarding didn't seem like a piece of old, rotting wood, but rather something that could gradually make a name for itself.

But Chen Qinghe remained the same.

During the day, he would attend to his duties, such as managing the market and collecting money. When no one came to his door, he would sit behind his table, flipping through the old books and accounts left by Li Zhengfeng, and spreading out the geographical publications he had bought from all over Hong Kong, slowly drawing maps and memorizing routes.

As Sham Shui Po's reputation grew, his thoughts extended beyond just this street.

The shop has been established.

Money started to come in.

The next step is to promote the Sanxuan brand to a wider audience.

As Shou Zhuo's ambition grew, so did his boldness.

That noon, he sat behind the counter with his account book in his arms, eating his rice while stealing glances at the people coming and going outside. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, shouldn't we raise the prices a bit?"

Chen Qinghe was looking down at an old newspaper when he heard this, he only raised his eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Huang Shouzhou put down his chopsticks, lowered his voice, and his face was full of "doesn't that even need asking?" expressions. "These days, who on this street doesn't know that the Sanxuan Temple has produced a real master? You saw the Huo family's scheme, you saw the Su family's scheme, and even Feng Siyan got into the clinic because of a single sentence from you. If you keep taking jobs at the old prices, wouldn't you be losing money?"

Chen Qinghe folded the newspaper and put it aside, saying in a calm tone, "We need to make money, but we can't rush to raise prices."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback: "Why?"

"Our reputation is just starting out, and we haven't even gotten a firm foothold yet," Chen Qinghe said. "Right now, half of the people who come to us are there to try their luck, and the other half are just there to observe. If we raise the price too high up first, people outside will just say that Sanxuan Temple got a couple of lucky deals and is now getting too arrogant."

Huang Shouzhou thought about it and felt it made sense, but he still felt a little pained: "We can't keep taking on these loans, can we? Didn't you want to save money to buy land and build a grand complex?"

When this was mentioned, Chen Qinghe smiled.

"So you can't just take on any job," he said. "You have to make money, but you have to be selective. Small, low-level jobs that are easy to do and based on auspicious dates can be done, but they can't be scaled up. What's truly valuable are those jobs that seem unhurried on the surface, but in reality, they involve people, events, and connections."

Huang Shouzhou only half understood what he was hearing, and simply nodded. Anyway, he was used to it now; whatever his junior brother said always made sense, so he would just remember it for now.

Just then, a car suddenly stopped outside the door.

It wasn't a large sedan like those belonging to the Huo family, a wealthy family in the hillside, but a meticulously clean, dark green car. The door opened, and a man in his thirties stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit and gleaming leather shoes, but his complexion was poor, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several nights in a row.

He stood at the door, first looking up at the wooden plaque of "Sanxuan Temple" that was not yet fully hung, then looking inside before bowing respectfully.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Master Chen?"

Huang Shouzhou's eyes lit up immediately, and he almost instinctively straightened his back: "Yes, yes, it's inside. Please come in."

After entering, the man did not sit down immediately. Instead, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over with both hands: "My surname is Pei, Pei Shijie. Young Master Huo said that if I really want to find a knowledgeable person to take a look at the shop, I can come to Sanxuan Temple."

Huo Yuncheng's people.

Huang Shouzhou's heart warmed even more.

The Huo family connection has indeed not been severed.

Chen Qinghe took the business card and, after just one glance, knew that this person wasn't simply there to try their luck.

The business card reads "Shichang Gold Shop," a rather common name, but the paper is thick and the lettering is well-pressed, indicating that the company is quite wealthy.

However, Pei Shijie himself seemed restless and agitated. When he sat down, his right hand kept unconsciously touching his left sleeve, as if he had something weighing on his mind, and more than one thing at that.

"What would Mr. Pei like to see?" Chen Qinghe asked.

Pei Shijie gave a wry smile: "I originally just wanted to look at the shop. But now it seems that it's not just a matter of the shop."

As he said this, his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were weighing where to begin.

"My family's gold shop has been doing very well lately." He paused, "It's almost abnormally good. Money is coming in every day, and the employees all say it's good luck. My father is happy too. But since last month, there hasn't been any peace at home—first my mother fell ill for no reason, then my younger brother had a persistent fever at night, and the shop has been having some minor but not major problems. Either the accounts don't match, or the customers come and go in strange ways."

Huang Shouzhou frowned as he listened.

This doesn't sound like a simple financial loss; it sounds like "prosperity" is actually a misfortune hidden within it.

Chen Qinghe didn't rush to ask about the shop, but instead looked at Pei Shijie and asked, "Lately, have you often felt that the busier the shop is, the emptier you feel inside?"

Pei Shijie's expression changed slightly.

"And another thing," Chen Qinghe continued, "when you enter the shop, your first step always seems to land on the left, but once you're inside, you subconsciously glance at the thing on the door. That thing wasn't hung by you; someone else told you to hang it, right?"

Pei Shijie could no longer sit still.

"How...how did you know?"

Huang Shouzhou was practically slapping his thigh in frustration. What he loved most was this kind of scene where "the junior brother had barely sat down when his junior brother's words had already intimidated the other person."

Chen Qinghe remained expressionless, simply placing the business card gently on the table.

"Because you're not here to ask about luck, you're here to ask 'Should I accept this luck?'"

Pei Shijie remained silent for a few moments, then, as if having made up his mind, whispered, "Master Chen, could it be that someone has set up a fortune-borrowing ritual for my shop?"

Upon hearing the words "Borrowing Fortune Bureau," Huang Shouzhou felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively looked at Chen Qinghe.

Chen Qinghe neither confirmed nor denied.

"It's possible," he said, "but we'll have to go see first."

Pei Shijie immediately stood up: "The car is outside, we can go now."

Huang Shouzhou also stood up, his heart pounding.

Both the Huo family's schemes and the Su family's schemes are matters confined to their homes.

But this time, what came was a shop, a gold shop, an unusually prosperous place.

He dared not imagine how much benefit this matter could bring to the Sanxuan Temple if it were resolved!