I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

The wind blew in from outside the door, swept across the front yard, and slightly dispersed the dampness by the well.

Chen Qinghe walked to the center of the courtyard, glanced down at the center line that the workers had drawn during the day, and then continued speaking.

"He Wenchang will take the initiative to go see Manager Zhou tomorrow."

Huo Yuncheng was taken aback: "You took the initiative to seek him out?"

"Yes." Chen Qinghe nodded. "The more proactive the He family is, the more panicked they seem. Although the old master has recovered, the He family can't let Manager Zhou see that they've recovered too quickly. They can only make him think that the problems with the house have been suppressed a bit, but he's still weak, and things aren't going well in the warehouse either. He Wenchang is desperate and wants to find someone more knowledgeable to check the warehouse's energy and the goods' distribution channels."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingtang's eyes flickered slightly, and she understood.

"Only when the He family offers a way out will Manager Zhou feel comfortable sending people up the ladder."

"That's right," Chen Qinghe said. "If he were just a gofer, he would pass the buck to the foreman. If he's more deeply involved, he'll pass the buck to the people who really know the game. The He family's connection is a test. Your Huo family's connection is the real bait."

Huo Yuncheng finally smiled.

"I like hearing that. Tell me, how should I bait the bait here?"

Chen Qinghe looked up at him.

"Go to Jin Fu Lou tomorrow night."

"Just do one thing: spread the word. Tell them you've been looking at properties for a boss from the north. He wants a warehouse, a shop, and a distribution route. The warehouse needs to be stable, the shop needs to attract customers, and the distribution route needs to be smooth. Money isn't the problem; the problem is having someone who truly understands the business."

Huo Yuncheng's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"This is to tell them that the He family is a small fish, while I have a big fish on my side."

"It's not about telling them," Chen Qinghe said calmly, "it's about letting them smell it for themselves."

Huo Qingtang stood to the side, gently crossing her arms.

"If Manager Zhou is truly one of those people, he will take action within two days of hearing this news."

"And it will move very quickly," Chen Qinghe said. "He has already set up his operations on the He family's side and is waiting to reap the rewards. If an even larger warehouse, shop, and distribution route suddenly appears on your side, he will inevitably become greedy. Once a person becomes greedy, their actions become chaotic, and once their actions become chaotic, the clues will naturally be exposed."

Huo Yuncheng twirled the cigarette between his fingers, then suddenly asked, "What if he doesn't take the bait?"

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

Chen Qinghe looked up at the few old pillars that had just been cleared out in the front yard. His voice was not loud, but it was very firm.

"That means he thinks more deeply and is more cautious than I do."

"But as long as he still wants to eat this food, he will definitely take the bait."

"Because he has already tasted the benefits from the He family."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the courtyard changed immediately.

Originally, they were just discussing how to keep watch and how to pass on messages; now they suddenly have time, a winner and a loser, and a sense of urgency weighing on their heads.

Two days.

If Manager Zhou makes a move, this line can be traced upwards.

If Manager Zhou doesn't move, it means the other hand is more cunning than they thought, and this clue ends here.

Huo Qingtang understood, and his expression darkened.

"In other words, whoever loses their composure first in these two days will lose."

"That's right," Chen Qinghe said. "So the He family can't rush things, and neither can your brother."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuncheng first clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then laughed.

"Sis, did you hear that? He's targeting me."

Huo Qingtang glanced at him indifferently.

"It's only right that you're targeted. If you make a big fuss as soon as you enter Jin Fu Lou tomorrow night, not only Manager Zhou, but even the fish ball vendor on the street will know you're setting a trap."

Huo Yuncheng was taken aback, but he didn't refute it. He just raised his hand and touched his nose.

"Okay, I'll keep it. So, how should I say it?"

Chen Qinghe looked at him.

"Don't act like you're looking for someone."

"You should act as if you don't really care, just casually mentioning it or asking a question because you feel like you don't have enough people around you. The more unintentional it seems, the more likely the other person will come to you."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuncheng suppressed the youthful excitement in his eyes and became more serious.

He was originally a businessman, smart and bold, but he loved excitement and was more adventurous than Huo Qingtang.

Now that Chen Qinghe has explained everything step by step, he naturally knows how to make the most of the performance.

"Understood." Huo Yuncheng nodded. "I won't contact anyone; I'll just keep watch. If anyone really has connections, they'll naturally find a way to come to me."

Huo Qingtang took over the conversation.

"Then I'll keep an eye on Manager Zhou."

She spoke plainly, yet accurately.

"If He Wenchang takes the initiative to contact him, and he really has something on his mind, he will definitely be running around in the next couple of days. Whether he goes to see the foreman, the broker, or some kind of 'master' who doesn't usually show his face, as long as he moves, he will leave his footprints."

Chen Qinghe nodded: "Keeping an eye on someone is fine, but don't get too close."

"I know," Huo Qingtang said. "If you get too close, people will back down. The best way is to make him feel that everything is calm, that the He family is still panicking, and that the Huo family has a really big deal coming up, and that luck has just fallen into his lap."

After saying that, she looked up at Chen Qinghe and suddenly asked another question:

"And what about you?"

"The He family is putting on an act, Yun Cheng is setting the bait, and I'm keeping an eye on things. What are you doing?"

Chen Qinghe did not answer immediately.

He turned around and looked at the newly cleared open space in the center of the front yard. There were still chalk lines that the workers had marked out during the day on the ground, and broken bricks, ash, and old wood were piled on both sides. It was a mess, but that center line had already laid down the framework of the entire yard.

The wind blew in from outside the door and went right through that line.

Chen Qinghe looked at it for a moment before speaking.

"I will build the main hall."

Huo Yuncheng was taken aback.

Huo Qingtang understood first.

"You want to wait for them to show themselves while you erect the Sanxuan Temple."

"It's not just a matter of wanting," Chen Qinghe said calmly, "it's a necessity."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the Huo siblings. His voice was still not loud, but it had a steady, commanding presence.

"I was able to get to this point today because the He family got into trouble. What about tomorrow? What about the day after? I can't keep relying on stumbling upon things every time."

"The old dyehouse must be rebuilt as soon as possible. As long as the Sanxuan Temple signboard is restored, many things will come to me on their own, rather than me figuring them out slowly on my own."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Huo Yuncheng had initially been somewhat dabbling in the subject, but upon hearing this, his expression turned serious.

They didn't really understand why Chen Qinghe was so insistent on rebuilding the Sanxuan Temple.

But anyone could see the seriousness in Chen Qinghe's eyes.

Huo Qingtang's eyes darkened as she looked at the newly drawn center line in the courtyard.

"So this matter with the He family is just the first blow to you."

"That's right." Chen Qinghe did not deny it. "If this strike is accurate, the people behind will know that Sanxuan Temple is not just a place that can only read a peace charm or calculate a small house feng shui."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuncheng suddenly laughed.

"Alright." He casually snapped the unlit cigarette in half and tossed it at his feet. "You set up your observation post, and I'll spread the word for you. If Manager Zhou is really up to something within two days, I'll force him out for you."

Huo Qingtang didn't say anything more, only calmly stating, "I'll keep an eye on his footprints. As long as he moves, I'll know where he went."

With that, the tension in the courtyard finally subsided.

It wasn't the kind of dramatic scene where they were about to make arrests.

Rather, it's a situation where the game has already been set up, and everyone knows exactly where they should move.

The Huo siblings stood in the old dyehouse for a while longer.

Huo Yuncheng walked around the front yard, looked at the approximate location where the main hall would be built, and then glanced at the well in the back yard that had just seen the light of day. He said with a smile, "When this place is really built, I must come and offer the first incense." Huo Qingtang stood quietly at the door, looking at the wood, broken bricks and ash in the yard, as if she wanted to remember what the place looked like now.

Before leaving, she suddenly spoke.

"Chen Qinghe".

Chen Qinghe looked up.

Huo Qingtang looked at him, her voice low but clear.

"You'd better catch a really big fish this time."

"Otherwise, these next two days won't be enough for you to handle."

Chen Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, and he simply replied:

"Whether a fish is big enough or not doesn't depend on whether it shows its face."

"Let's see if it's worth it for me to make the line this long."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Okay, I love hearing that."

After saying that, he went out the door first.

Huo Qingtang walked behind, and when she passed the well, she looked back at the center line again. Her gaze lingered on Chen Qinghe for a moment before she turned and left.

Once the siblings left, the old dye shop returned to its quiet state.

The lights in the courtyard were still on, illuminating the broken bricks, old wood, and the pink line that was pressing down in the center.

The wind blew slowly in from outside the door, swept across the front yard, and then through the well in the back yard. The whole place was still empty, but it already had a sense of sheltering from the wind.

When Huo Yuncheng reached the door, Huo Qingtang raised her hand to stop him.

"Watch your words later."

Huo Yuncheng turned around, smiling somewhat dismissively.

"Sis, it's not like this is the first time I've run errands for you."

"This time is different." Huo Qingtang glanced at him. "If you really lure those people out, it won't be as simple as just having a meal and tea afterwards."

Huo Yuncheng chuckled, "What? In Hong Kong, is there anyone who dares to mess with the Huo family?"

Huo Qingtang patted him gently: "How long has it been since Second Uncle's incident? You're the only man in the family, so be careful what you do."

Huo Yuncheng then stopped laughing and nodded: "I know. I'm only responsible for throwing out the bait. How to retrieve the hook is up to Master Chen."

Chen Qinghe stood in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on the central axis that stretched from the gate all the way to the backyard, his expression calm.

"Just remember one thing," he said, "Talk like you're really doing this deal, not like you're fishing for a fish."

Huo Yuncheng raised an eyebrow: "I know how to do that."

"That's enough."

The next morning, there was some activity at Jinfulou.

Huo Yuncheng went alone, without bringing many people. He was wearing a light gray suit with the collar slightly open, looking like a young master who had just returned from outside, had some spare money, and was not very well-behaved.

As soon as he entered Jin Fu Lou, instead of looking for Manager Zhou, he ordered a pot of tea, sat by the window, and chatted leisurely with the people there.

He only raised his hand when Manager Zhou passed by.

"Boss Zhou."

Upon seeing that they were from the Huo family, Manager Zhou immediately put on a smile.

"Young Master Huo, what brings you here?"

Huo Yuncheng flicked the lid off his tea and said casually, "I'm looking for a place for a boss from out of town. I need a warehouse, a shop, and ideally, a smooth supply route. Price isn't an issue; I just need to find someone who truly knows their stuff."

As soon as he finished speaking, Manager Zhou's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

He didn't accept immediately, but smiled and said, "Young Master Huo, this order is quite large. If it were just about finding a warehouse, I know a few places. But you said you also need to arrange the shipping route and the gas supply, so we'll have to find Mr. Zhen."

"Then let's find Mr. Zhen."

Huo Yuncheng leaned back in his chair, his tone languid, but his eyes held a sharp edge that seemed to come across as nonchalant.

"I hate those who just walk around with a compass for a couple of minutes. The warehouse and the shop are both quite large; if they can't be fixed properly, I'd rather not do it at all."

Manager Zhou smiled and said yes, but his mind was already racing with calculations.

The young master of the Huo family is young, loves to have fun, and is very generous.

The fact that someone like this suddenly wants to find a warehouse for a boss from outside already suggests that he's desperate for money.

More importantly, he said he needed a knowledgeable gentleman to explain that this deal was not just as simple as renting a shop for business.

Manager Zhou's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Huo, I'll keep an eye out for you. If I find someone suitable, I'll personally introduce them to you."

Huo Yuncheng nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

"Then hurry up. My friend has a bad temper; if we wait too long, he might move on to another place."

As soon as he said that, the warmth in Manager Zhou's eyes became even more apparent.

He knew the bait had been attached.

Meanwhile, the old dyehouse was also busy.

Chen Qinghe arrived at the yard early in the morning. The workers were still finishing up. The cleared ground in the front yard was piled with wood and old bricks, and the wet mud that had been turned over by the well in the back yard had not yet dried.

The whole place looks like a shell has just been peeled off, the skeleton is clearly visible, and it's just waiting to stand up properly.

Huang Shouzhou was squatting by the door keeping accounts when he saw Chen Qinghe coming over. He quickly whispered, "The He family sent word that Manager Zhou didn't go to the shop this morning. He went straight back to the back street and also visited Jin Fu Lou."

"I understand." Chen Qinghe rolled up his sleeves. "He's going to make a call, not to have tea."

Huang Shouzhou's eyes lit up: "Then is something about to happen?"

"Yes, there will be."

Chen Qinghe walked to the center of the front yard, looked down at the pink line, and then looked up at the street corner outside the door.

He knew that what Manager Zhou wanted to know most right now was not whether the He family was actually doing well or not, but whether Huo Yuncheng was really doing business or just spreading rumors.

These kinds of people are the most cunning; if they smell even the slightest hint of something fishy, ​​they'll pounce on it themselves.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the doorway.

It wasn't the heavy, labored walk of a worker, nor the casual stroll of a passerby; rather, it was steady and slow, as if they had stood outside the door for a while to confirm the location before stepping inside.

Huang Shouzhou turned around first, his expression changing.

A man in his early thirties, wearing a dark short suit, was standing at the door. He was thin, with a pale face, and carried a leather briefcase. He stood very properly, but his eyes, like hooks, lingered on the pile of wood and the well in the yard for a long time.

He didn't rush to speak, but first took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"Master Chen?" His voice was low, with just the right amount of politeness. "I was introduced by Manager Zhou. I'd like to ask you to look after a warehouse."

Chen Qinghe did not accept the business card.

He only glanced at the person in front of him.