I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

When Chen Qinghe and Huang Shouzhou came out of the Sanxuan Temple, it was still early, but the streets were already starting to get lively.

Pei Shijie's car was parked on the side of the road.

"Let's go."

Pei Shijie's gold shop is located in a prime area. Although the storefront is not particularly large, it is decorated very respectably.

The glass display case was polished to a shine, and gold bracelets, chains, and rings were neatly arranged. When the neon lights from outside shone in, the whole shop looked like a gleaming golden plate.

On the surface, business is indeed abnormally good. No wonder Pei Shijie was all smiles a few days ago, feeling that he had finally struck it rich.

But as soon as Chen Qinghe entered the door, his pace slowed down slightly.

He first looked at the door, then the cabinet, then the lamp, and finally looked up at the few long, red lamps on the ceiling that were almost burning hot.

Although there were quite a few customers in the shop, there was no sense of stability or "wealth gathering" in the air. Instead, there was a sense of urgency, restlessness, and agitation.

Money comes in quickly, but anger doesn't stay, and you can't have peace of mind.

Huang Shouzhou followed behind, first smelling the scent of gold, and then when he looked at Mrs. Pei behind the counter, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Mrs. Pei was not old, but her features looked somewhat frail.

He could barely keep his mouth open, but his brows were furrowed tightly, and he couldn't help but press his temples when he stood behind the counter.

There was a boy, about ten years old, sitting on a small chair next to him. His face was pale, and his forehead was slightly hot, as if his fever had just subsided a little, but he was still weak.

"These are my mother and my brother," Pei Shijie explained in a low voice. "Starting last month, my mother fell ill first, and then my brother had a high fever at night. But strangely enough, the shop is doing better than before, with more and more customers every day, and the turnover is looking very good. Logically, this should be good fortune, but I just feel something is wrong."

As he said this, he frowned.

"The busier and more tired I am, the emptier I feel inside. I can't even explain it myself. I'm making a lot of money, so why do I feel less and less at ease living here?"

Chen Qinghe didn't rush to answer him, but just glanced under the counter and then looked up at the walls on both sides.

He could tell as soon as he entered that the problem with the shop wasn't that it was "prosperous," but that it was "prospering too fast, too hastily, and too strangely."

The cashier counter was deliberately moved to a corner, right on a "five ghosts" spot in the shop. Above the entrance, there were two small reflective brass plaques that outsiders couldn't see anything special about, they would just think it was for "spotting".

But once these things come together, all the chaotic, anxious, and competitive energy outside the door is swept inside.

There was a row of newly made wooden boards under the counter, with five old copper coins and a pinch of cinnabar pressed into the seams. It looked like it was meant to ward off evil spirits, but it actually seemed more like it was trying to draw in a bit of ill-gotten wealth.

Although Huang Shouzhou wasn't a true expert, his insight had gradually improved after following Chen Qinghe for a while.

He looked around and said in a low voice, "Junior brother, this shop looks very popular, but I feel a bit restless just standing here."

"Because it's not the Bureau of Finance," Chen Qinghe said calmly.

Pei Shijie's expression tightened: "What do you mean?"

"This isn't good fortune; it's windfall wealth brought about by the Five Ghosts position," Chen Qinghe said. "The Five Ghosts Wealth-Bringing Technique sounds to outsiders like inviting ghosts to move money, but in the real world, it's mostly not like that. It mostly involves using the Five Ghosts position in the house to engage in unorthodox methods, attracting quick, windfall, and impulsive wealth. The money comes fast, but it can't be kept, and people will be burned along with it."

Pei Shijie's expression changed instantly.

Huang Shouzhou was also stunned for a moment.

He had heard Chen Qinghe explain a few days ago that most of these formations were not real ghost magic, but rather they were unorthodox formations that used directions, lights, and energy to create a seemingly auspicious formation that actually drained the fortune of the homeowner.

Seeing it with my own eyes today, I truly understand how sinister this thing is.

Chen Qinghe raised his hand and pointed to the area below the counter: "The cashier's counter is located in a 'five ghosts' position, the glare from the storefront attracts mixed energy, and the red lights are too irritating. On the surface, there are many customers and the business is booming, but in reality, it's burning the host's anger outwards. Your mother's illness and your brother's fever are not coincidences; this anger has hurt your family members first."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shijie's forehead immediately broke out in a sweat, and his voice became weak: "Then...can it still be changed?"

"Yes," Chen Qinghe said, "but we have to dismantle it first."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shijie seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, or as if he had finally received a life-saving word. He quickly said, "Master Chen, whatever you say, we'll listen to you."

Chen Qinghe didn't waste any words and gave the orders directly.

"First, move the cash register back to the center position, and don't let it be in the corner anymore."

"Take down those two reflective bronze plaques above the entrance. The main entrance needs to be illuminated, but not reflected."

"Remove all the five copper coins, cinnabar, and wooden boards from under the cabinet. That's not a talisman, it's a scare tactic."

"Replace the red lights that stay on all night with warm lights. Don't be impatient or pushy."

"If the back door is open, change it to a side door, so that wealth doesn't flow in and then flow straight out."

He would say something, and Huang Shou-zhuo would have his men write it down.

Pei Shijie didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately ordered people to move things.

The people in the shop were initially hesitant.

After all, business has been booming these past few months, and everyone is afraid that any change would wipe out the "good momentum".

But the illness and anxiety in Pei Shijie's family these days are a very real problem. If things don't change, the family won't be able to bear it; if they do change, there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

Chen Qinghe could see his hesitation, and calmly said, "The 'Unexpected Wealth' formation isn't unusable, but if used for too long, it will harm your family first. What you need now is to protect it, not chase after it. No matter how much money you have, if there's no one at home, you can't protect it."

Pei Shijie's face turned pale, but he still nodded.

Huang Shouzhou was busy on the sidelines, but he was already convinced.

He used to be most afraid of this kind of "abnormally prosperous" situation, feeling it was very mysterious.

Once the cashier was moved, the tense and anxious atmosphere in the shop immediately subsided.

After taking out the five copper coins from under the counter, Huang Shou-zhou could clearly feel that the restlessness that people felt as soon as they entered the store suddenly dissipated.

As soon as the red light changed, the room warmed up, and Mrs. Pei, standing to the side, surprisingly didn't immediately massage her temples for the first time.

She looked at Chen Qinghe with surprise and doubt: "Master Chen, is this all you need?"

"This is just to cut your losses for now," Chen Qinghe said. "The real trap is in who set up these things for you. It's not that you can't attract windfall gains, but you can't risk your family's lives. Your shop looks prosperous now, but someone deliberately set the fire too high, waiting for you to burn down first."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shijie's expression darkened.

"Does Master Chen mean... someone is deliberately trying to harm my family?"

Chen Qinghe glanced at him: "It's not that bad, at least not right now. It's more like someone has chosen a cheap, unconventional path for you, wanting you to taste the benefits first, and then slowly postpone the real consequences."

Upon hearing this, both Mrs. Pei and Pei Shijie's expressions changed.

Because they now truly understand that the shop's current "prosperity" is not a windfall, but rather someone is pushing them down a crooked path.

Chen Qinghe didn't try to scare them any further, but stopped there: "Tear down what needs to be torn down first. Starting tomorrow, don't leave the lights on all night, and don't let the people in the shop stay up all the time. Let your brother's fever and your mother's illness rest for a couple of days. If they can stabilize tonight, there's still hope."

Huang Shouzhou watched from the sidelines, his heart filled with warmth.

In this single round, Chen Qinghe neither made any suspense nor rushed to take a large sum of money from the other party.