I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

When Chen Qinghe returned from the He family's house that night, he knew that the matter was almost resolved.

The fact that the other party dared to bypass the firewall and fix the game overnight proves two things.

First, they had already noticed something was wrong with the He family.

Secondly, they were even more greedy than Chen Qinghe imagined.

Greed will inevitably lead to taking bigger bait.

Testing the waters means they don't want to stop yet.

The next morning, following Chen Qinghe's instructions, He Wenchang went to the shop with a face that looked like he had been up all night and took the initiative to call Manager Zhou into the back room.

"The old man had another episode last night," He Wenchang said, his voice hoarse as he pressed his temples. "They moved things around the house, they moved things around the warehouse, but they still couldn't control it. Old Zhou, you've met many people, find me someone who really knows what they're doing. Money isn't an issue, I just want things to be stable."

Manager Zhou offered words of comfort, but a glint of light shone in his eyes.

The He family panicked.

As long as the He family panics, this lead will still be in their hands.

He immediately agreed, saying that he knew a "truly capable gentleman" who rarely showed up, and that he might not have been able to persuade him if the Ho family hadn't been in such a hurry.

The news quickly reached the old dyehouse.

Huo Qingtang's men kept a close watch. No sooner had Manager Zhou left the He family's residence than he went to the back alley of Jin Fu Lou and met a gray-shirted man with a bald spot on his right leg.

That man was the one who had gone to the He family's house the night before to fix up a gambling den, and whose leg had been hit in the leg by Chen Qinghe's stick.

The lines merge here.

After listening, Chen Qinghe only said one sentence.

"Close the net."

That afternoon, Huo Yuncheng went to Jinfulou.

He was Huo Qingtang's younger brother, young, playful, and fond of joining in the fun. He often frequented places like this. He sat down in the private room, drank two glasses of wine, and spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people at the next few tables to hear.

"The boss from the north is arriving tomorrow, and we haven't finalized anything about warehouses, shops, or distribution routes. I'm almost losing face. Money isn't the problem; the problem is finding someone who truly knows their stuff."

"If you're just someone who can fool people by spinning a compass around a couple of times, don't bring yourself near me."

Less than an hour after these words were spoken, Manager Zhou's reply arrived.

I'll be able to see him tonight.

The warehouse will also be available tonight.

The location was set in the backyard of a warehouse in Jordan.

As evening fell, Gu Chengyue arrived at the old dyehouse.

He didn't bring many people this time, only his four most capable ones. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he glanced at the front yard where the work was being done before finally fixing his gaze on Chen Qinghe's face.

"If I can't catch it tonight, I'll feel ashamed of myself."

Chen Qinghe handed him the wooden plaque that the He family had dug up and the "return water" wooden plaque that he had taken from the warehouse the night before.

"Two cards, two supplementary rounds, one line."

"If they dare to make a third move tonight, you can kill them."

Gu Chengyue took the wooden plaque and saw the fine scale pattern on it; his face immediately darkened.

"It's that same tattoo again."

"Yes." Chen Qinghe said calmly, "Yongchang Construction, Hejia East Warehouse, the old building line, it's all the same group of people. Those who came tonight, even if they weren't the main culprits, must have been their hands."

At night, a lamp was lit in the backyard of the warehouse.

Huo Yuncheng sat in the courtyard with tea beside him, a hint of impatience on his face, much like a rich young master who runs errands for important figures but can't control his temper.

Manager Zhou arrived first.

Next to enter was a middle-aged man in a gray long gown, tall and thin with deep-set eyes. He walked slowly, yet exuded a steady air. Behind him followed the gray-clad man whose right leg was dragging.

"Young Master Huo," the man in the gray robe cupped his hands in greeting, "My surname is Feng. Manager Zhou said you'd like to manage someone's warehouse, book shops, and arrange delivery routes."

Huo Yuncheng leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Yes. I need stable warehouses, thriving stores, and smooth distribution channels. If you're truly capable, the price is negotiable. If you're just here to talk, I'm leaving immediately."

Mr. Feng smiled faintly and pointed to the back gate of the warehouse.

"This warehouse is low in the front and narrow in the back, so the energy is dissipated. If you want to use it, you need to modify three places. Press down the storage in the east corner, borrow water from the back door, and shield the main tent from bright light. If you modify all three places at the same time, the goods will be able to move around in less than three months."

Huo Yuncheng tapped the table and scoffed.

"That sounds plausible. What are your plans?"

Mr. Feng didn't answer immediately, but instead gave the gray-shirted man a wink.

The man in the gray shirt immediately took out a red rope, copper coins, and a thin wooden plaque from his cloth bag, squatted down, and was about to press them into the crack in the ground in the east corner.

Just as his fingers touched the ground, a voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard gate.

"No need to press anymore."

The voice wasn't loud, but it completely drowned out the movements of the people in the courtyard.

Chen Qinghe walked in from the doorway.

His clothes were still old, and the cuffs even had dust left from the old dye shop during the day. But as soon as he entered the door, the composure on Mr. Feng's face faded.

Huo Yuncheng then stood up and smiled.

"I always said that in this kind of situation, we should let Master Chen take the blame."

Mr. Feng stared at Chen Qinghe, his eyes slightly cold.

"What does Master Chen mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything." Chen Qinghe walked up to the man in the gray shirt, glanced down at the wooden sign in his hand, and said, "It just looks familiar."

"This is what's being stored in the He family's eastern warehouse."

"This is what the warehouse restocked last night."

"You're coming to this warehouse tonight to store this."

With each word he spoke, Mr. Feng's expression darkened.

By the time he finished speaking, sweat was beading on Manager Zhou's forehead.

Chen Qinghe raised his hand, took out the two old cards from his sleeve, and placed them on the table.

The three wooden plaques are placed together, their patterns are connected, and their layouts are exactly the same.

"East warehouse, backwater, ballast." Chen Qinghe looked up at Mr. Feng, his tone calm to the point of being cold. "You're not doing feng shui for people, you're borrowing people's houses, their warehouses, their wealth, and eating your way in layer by layer."

"You handled the He family's project, and you also handled the old building project. Yongchang Construction was just one of your outreach efforts, wasn't it?"

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The man in the gray shirt instinctively wanted to back away.

Mr. Feng stared at Chen Qinghe and finally let out a cold laugh.

"You know quite a lot."

Once those words are spoken, it's tantamount to admitting it.

Manager Zhou's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The next moment, footsteps suddenly rose outside the courtyard gate.

Gu Chengyue and his men blocked the way, raising his hand and speaking in a voice as cold as iron.

"Don't move!"

The man in the gray shirt turned and ran, but his right leg was already injured. As soon as he reached the wall, he was tackled to the ground by one of Gu Chengyue's men.

Manager Zhou's legs buckled, and he couldn't even run before kneeling down. Mr. Feng tried to hold on, but Gu Chengyue strode forward and punched him hard in the ribs, making him groan and half-kneel on the ground.

"The He family, the old building, Yongchang Construction—I've been following these lines for almost two months." Gu Chengyue grabbed Mr. Feng by the collar, his voice laced with anger. "Today, I've finally dragged out this big fish."

Mr. Feng's face turned pale, but he still tried to argue: "Detective Gu, you need evidence to arrest someone—"

"Evidence?" Gu Chengyue sneered, slamming the wooden plaques, copper coins, and red rope on the table in front of him. "You placed the game on the spot. The He family has old cards, Yongchang has accounts, Manager Zhou can speak up, and the person who played the game last night still has an injury on his leg. Whether the evidence is enough or not, you can go back to the police station and talk about it slowly."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

"Take it all!"

Several police officers immediately pounced on them and pinned them down one by one.

Manager Zhou panicked completely at this point and shouted, "Master, I'm just doing this for someone else!" Before he could finish speaking, he was shoved back down with a slap.

The courtyard fell silent.

A night breeze blew in, and the red rope on the table swayed gently.

Huo Yuncheng's eyes lit up as he watched this scene, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"happy."

Huo Qingtang walked in from outside at this moment. She had been keeping an eye on the escape route in the outer alley, but when she saw that everyone was being held down by Gu Chengyue, her expression finally relaxed.

Gu Chengyue handed the man over to his men to be taken away, but he did not leave immediately.

He stood in the courtyard, remained silent for a moment, and then turned to look at Chen Qinghe.

"The most troublesome thing I've been dealing with lately is this line of work," he said. "The incident at the old building, the strange case of the He family, and those repair orders under Yongchang Construction all seem suspicious, but they all seem to be dead ends as soon as you investigate them."

"If you hadn't seen through the He family's scheme today and used the wooden sign to lure people out, I might not have been able to find out their true identities by now."

As he finished speaking, he slowly exhaled, a rare genuine gratitude appearing on his face.

"Chen Qinghe, you've helped me solve a major case this time."

Huo Yuncheng, who had been watching the commotion, immediately chimed in upon hearing this.

"It's more than just helping you solve the case." He pointed at Chen Qinghe, his smile blunt. "Tonight's whole operation, from the He family feigning illness to me leaking information, and then to you taking people in, wasn't every step decided by Master Chen? You're arresting people, but the one who truly understands the whole situation is right here."

Huo Qingtang stood aside without saying a word, only glancing at Chen Qinghe.

His gaze was more subdued and more composed than before.

Gu Chengyue nodded.

"I'll remember this credit."

Chen Qinghe's expression didn't change much. He simply put the last wooden plaque on the table into his sleeve and said calmly, "You arrested the person, and you solved the case. I just made sure I understood what I needed to see."

After hearing this, Gu Chengyue laughed instead.

"Alright. You're still the same old you." He patted Chen Qinghe on the shoulder, lowering his voice, "But after tonight, many people in Hong Kong will know that the Sanxuan Temple is no longer a place for small-time brawls."

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer and turned to leave with his men.

The courtyard only truly quieted down after the sound of the police cars faded into the distance.

Huo Yuncheng let out a long breath and slammed his hand on the table.

"That's great. The He family's situation is completely stable, the wages for the workers at the old dye shop are settled, and most importantly, after tonight, who will dare to treat you like a street vendor?"

Huo Qingtang glanced at the warehouse in the night, then looked at Chen Qinghe.

"You weren't originally one."

Chen Qinghe didn't respond to that, but only looked up at the dark night in the distance.

The connection with the He family ends here.

Yongchang's hand was also cut off by Gu Chengyue.

But he knew very well that this was not the end.

At most, they just broke the most conspicuous fingers under the head first.

But that's enough.

At least starting tonight, the first major event that Sanxuan Temple truly established itself in Hong Kong has been accomplished.

He turned around and walked out.

"Back to the old dyehouse."

Huo Yuncheng was taken aback: "Now?"

"The main position in the front yard was just established today." Chen Qinghe said calmly, "The situation has been broken, the people have been arrested, but the observers still need to continue to be established."

Huo Yuncheng was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"You really don't waste a single moment."

A night breeze blew through the courtyard gate, causing the lamplight to flicker slightly.

Chen Qinghe did not look back.