I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

Chen Qinghe did not accept the business card.

He only glanced at the person in front of him.

The man stood very upright, his shoes were polished to a shine, and his trouser legs were spotless.

The old dyehouse had just been demolished, and the ground was covered with broken bricks, wood chips, and wet mud. Most people would feel uncomfortable standing there, but he didn't.

He seemed to have known what this place would be like beforehand, and he had already thought about how to stand and what to say. Even the gesture of handing over his business card was so steady that it was flawless.

I'm not here to ask someone to analyze my situation.

It's more like he's here to look after someone else.

Huang Shouzhou didn't dare to reply, but subconsciously took half a step behind Chen Qinghe.

Seeing that Chen Qinghe didn't accept the card, the man wasn't embarrassed. He slightly pulled his arm back, still holding the business card in mid-air, with a very faint smile on his face.

"Manager Zhou said that Master Chen has a good eye and has recently gained a good reputation in Yau Ma Tei. It just so happens that our boss has a warehouse that has been stuck with unsold goods lately and is having trouble selling them. He would like to ask you to come and take a look."

Chen Qinghe then spoke.

"Which Manager Zhou?"

The man paused for a moment, then his smile remained unchanged.

"Manager Zhou from the Ho family in Kowloon."

"Manager Zhou from the He family introduced you to me?" Chen Qinghe looked up at him. "So your boss and the He family are quite familiar with each other?"

The man answered quickly: "In business, there are always dealings."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qinghe neither believed nor disbelieved it. He simply took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the business card and landing on the hand holding his briefcase.

These hands are so clean.

His nails were neatly trimmed, there were no calluses on the base of his thumb, and no pressure marks on his palms, unlike someone who frequently works in warehouses or moves goods.

There was a faint ink stain on the back of his hand, but it wasn't the kind of large scratches that accountants often had. It was more like an old mark left from frequently flipping through documents and writing short words.

Chen Qinghe's eyes darkened slightly.

Instead, they weren't in a hurry anymore.

He raised his hand and pointed to an old pillar that had just been cleared out next to him.

"Stand over there and say it."

The person was very obedient and indeed moved two steps to the side, but still stood straight, as if afraid that if he took one more step, he would appear too light.

Chen Qinghe then looked at him and asked calmly, "What's your employer's surname?"

"His surname is Feng."

"What kind of business do you do?"

"General merchandise, imported liquor, and also some warehouse clearance sales."

"Where is the warehouse?"

"West of Jordan, along the street and back alley."

The question and answer were very clean and straightforward.

Chen Qinghe finally smiled, but the smile was very faint.

"You didn't come here to ask me to watch the warehouse."

The courtyard fell silent.

Huang Shouzhou's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the person.

The smile on the man's face froze for a moment before returning to normal.

"I don't quite understand what Master Chen is saying."

"I understand." Chen Qinghe's tone remained calm. "Those who really come to hire people won't stand at the door for ages, looking at the well, the timber, and the layout. Nor will they mention Manager Zhou's name the first thing they say when they come in. You're not afraid I won't take this job; you're afraid I won't believe you have connections."

The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly took the business card back from his hand.

The movements were still very steady.

But that feigned politeness has become quite thin.

"Master Chen has a really good eye."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou tensed up and couldn't help but interject, "Who exactly are you? What are you doing here pretending to be some kind of ghost?"

The man ignored Huang Shouzhuo and only looked at Chen Qinghe.

"Since Master Chen has figured it out, I won't beat around the bush. There is indeed a warehouse, but whether or not I invite you to see it is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that my master wants to know something."

"What is it?"

"Was it you who dismantled the He family's scheme?"

Huang Shouzhou's expression immediately changed.

As soon as those words were spoken, even the wind in the old dyehouse seemed to turn a fraction colder.

Since the other party dared to ask such a question, it means that some information from the He family's side has leaked out.

Either He Wenchang was impatient, or Manager Zhou was more alert than they thought and had already sensed something was wrong.

Chen Qinghe's expression remained unchanged; he simply looked at the man calmly.

"It's perfectly normal for the Ho family to ask me to look at their house. Whether or not the house is demolished or not, what does that have to do with your employer?"

The man smiled.

"Of course not. It's just that my master has recently acquired several warehouses and has heard that Master Chen is highly skilled, so he wants to meet him. If you really were the one who broke up the He family's scheme, then this meeting is necessary."

These words are polite on the surface, but in reality they are not a formal invitation.

It is a test.

Even weighing it.

After listening, Chen Qinghe became even more reassured.

He had originally thought that if Manager Zhou really did send the thread later, the earliest he could expect to receive it would be in the next day or two.

Unexpectedly, the other party was even more anxious than he had imagined. As soon as things changed at the He family's place, this person went straight to the old dyehouse.

This is no coincidence.

This is fear.

Chen Qinghe suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

They originally wanted to lure each other in.

As a result, the other party also tested him in return.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and patted the dust off his sleeve, his tone becoming increasingly indifferent.

"If you want to see me, then have your boss come here himself."

The man's eyes darkened.

"Master Chen, my boss doesn't meet just anyone."

"Then don't see him," Chen Qinghe said. "I won't see Cang, and I won't recognize him. Go back and tell him that I've taken on the He family's business, but I don't have time for other families' business for the time being. If you're really capable, don't send someone to test you with just a business card."

Huang Shouzhou felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon hearing this, and even his back involuntarily straightened a bit.

That makes sense.

They've already gotten close to the old dyehouse, and they're still using the names of the owner, warehouse manager, and Manager Zhou to test the waters? It's obvious they're just trying to find out what's going on. If Chen Qinghe actually goes along with what they say at this point, he'll be falling into their hands.

The man stood there, staring at Chen Qinghe for a long while.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, casting a half-light on his face, gradually revealing the scrutiny that he had previously concealed so well.

A moment later, he suddenly smiled.

"Master Chen is actually more assertive than the rumors suggest."

"Rumors are worthless." Chen Qinghe looked at him. "The only thing you should trust is what you see with your own eyes."

After saying that, the person finally didn't linger any longer.

He tucked his briefcase under his arm and nodded slightly.

"I will pass on the message."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

His steps remained steady, neither fast nor erratic. But as he reached the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, and without turning back, left only a single sentence:

"Oh, right. My boss also asked me to pass on a message."

"The elders of the He family may not sleep well tonight."

Huang Shouzhou's face turned pale instantly.

"What do you mean?"

The man didn't reply, but stepped out the door and quickly disappeared into the night at the alley entrance.

The old dyehouse fell silent for a few moments.

Huang Shouzhou was the first to lose his composure, turning to Chen Qinghe and asking, "What does this bastard mean? Is he trying to scare us, or is something really going to happen to the He family?"

Chen Qinghe didn't answer immediately, but stared at the door for a while.

The night wind blew in from outside, stirring up some dust on the ground and causing the broken wood next to the old pillar in the front yard to sway slightly.

He suddenly spoke up: "He's not here to test the waters."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback: "Huh?"

"At least, not just that." Chen Qinghe's eyes gradually darkened. "He's here to stall for time."

"Dragging out time?"

"Yes." Chen Qinghe turned and walked out. "All that nonsense he said before wasn't to see me, it was to keep me here. That last sentence was the real point."

Huang Shouzhou then realized what was happening, and a chill ran down his spine.

"You mean, they're really going to take action against the He family tonight?"

"It's not a direct attack on the He family." Chen Qinghe's pace quickened, but his voice remained steady. "It's a second layer of action against the He family's scheme. The He family has already been dismantling their backyard, tampering with water pipes, and leaking their warehouse today. If they really sense something's wrong, they won't wait two days to respond. They'll finish the job tonight."

Huang Shouzhou felt his scalp tingle.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Just as the two rushed to the door, a car's headlights suddenly flashed outside the alley.

A car was parked right outside the old dyehouse.

The car door opened, and Huo Qingtang got out first, her face colder than the night. Huo Yuncheng followed behind, his expression also very tense.

"I knew something was going to happen here." Huo Qingtang stepped into the doorway and said bluntly, "Someone went into the back alley of the He family just now. It wasn't someone from the He family, nor was it one of Manager Zhou's usual employees. I had someone follow them for a while, and the person didn't go through the main gate; they just climbed over the wall."

Huo Yuncheng picked up the conversation quickly, "My sister sensed something was wrong, so she came to you first. I didn't expect someone to come to your door too?"

Chen Qinghe nodded, his eyes now completely cold.

The other party didn't act out of panic.

They had a backup plan from the very beginning.

Tonight's visit to test him is one tactic; the other is that someone from the He family is climbing over the wall to fix things. If they act on both fronts simultaneously, and he really gets bogged down in the old dyehouse, the He family will be in trouble again right under their noses.

Thinking of this, Chen Qinghe was not in a hurry to scold or chase after Huo Yuncheng, but turned to look at him.

"Is there anyone else in your car?"

"No, it was just me and my sister."

"That's enough," Chen Qinghe said directly. "Go to the He family."

Huo Qingtang had already understood seven or eight parts of what was going on: "Does the other side want to crush the He family's scheme again tonight?"

"It might not be a crushing death," Chen Qinghe said as he walked towards the car. "It's more like patching up the mess. The He family's situation has already loosened, and they need to drive another nail in before it completely falls apart."

Huang Shouzhou followed behind, sweating profusely with anxiety: "Will we make it in time if we go now?"

Chen Qinghe opened the car door and left only one sentence before getting in:

"There's still time."

"Because his threat just now wasn't meant for us."

"This is for the people from the He family who are going to make their move tonight."