Chapter 145: The Feng Shui Master from Hong Kong

Just as Li Sicheng left the classroom and headed to the bicycle shed to retrieve his dilapidated electric scooter, Cheng Haoyu and his father, Cheng Qiang, were waiting anxiously at the exit of Yongcheng International Airport, stretching their necks and looking around from time to time.

Having not seen him for just a few days, Cheng Haoyu completely lacked the arrogance and overbearing attitude he previously displayed at Nanshan Middle School. At this moment, he appeared somewhat decadent. His father, Cheng Qiang, had also cast aside his usual dominant, imposing demeanor, looking disheveled, haggard, and panicked. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating a lack of proper rest.

How could Cheng Qiang possibly rest well?

In fact, over the past few days, he had not slept soundly even once.

Cheng Qiang was in the building materials business. Although the real estate market had seen a downturn in recent years, his company's business had always remained robust. However, in these past few days, those good days seemed to have come to an end.

First, several types of building materials he manufactured were found to have quality issues, and the government ordered him to suspend operations for rectification. As soon as this news spread, clients who had originally purchased his materials rushed over to demand refunds. At the same time, real estate developers who had previously used his products but had not yet settled their final balances began using various excuses to delay payments, or even attempted to default on them entirely.

Under such circumstances, Cheng Qiang's once-thriving building materials business immediately suffered a fracture in its capital chain!

To compound his misfortunes, his underworld-connected older nephew was also arrested by the police around this time. He originally wanted to pull strings to get him out, but was told by the other party that they were powerless to help.

Cheng Qiang naturally understood that the other party was not powerless at all; rather, they were kicking him while he was down.

He instantly panicked.

One had to know that over the past dozen years or so, Cheng Qiang had relied on this older nephew to eliminate several business competitors using illegal methods. He was terrified that if his nephew could not withstand the pressure and spilled the beans about these matters, he would truly be finished!

It was precisely when Cheng Qiang was at his wits' end and completely overwhelmed that he suddenly remembered the Feng Shui master he had previously invited all the way from Xiangjiang to read the geomancy for him. Back then, that master had patted his chest and promised to guarantee him at least twenty years of wealth and prosperity. Yet now, problems had arisen after just a little over a decade...

Thus, clutching at a shred of luck and a sliver of hope, Cheng Qiang dialed the man's phone number.

Cheng Qiang still remembered the reply the Feng Shui master gave after hearing his account: "The Feng Shui formation I originally laid out for you has been altered by someone else. That is why your fortune has plummeted within just a few short days! To think that there are such Feng Shui masters hidden in Yongcheng. But don't worry, since I said I would guarantee you twenty years of wealth and prosperity, I will never break my promise! I will personally make a trip to Yongcheng and rearrange the Feng Shui for you!"

"Who on earth invited a Feng Shui master to alter the geomancy of my house? Was it Zhao Qing? Wang Hong? Or Ma Liangju?" While anxiously awaiting the Feng Shui master, Cheng Qiang secretly speculated in his heart. The individuals he thought of were all his formidable business competitors.

While Cheng Qiang was lost in wild imaginations, Cheng Haoyu also spoke up, saying in a low voice, "Dad, with our family's current situation, will inviting a Feng Shui master really improve things? Those two million yuan are our family's last remaining assets..."

Although the Feng Shui master from Xiangjiang had agreed to come and improve the Feng Shui for Cheng Qiang, he certainly wasn't coming for free. Two million yuan was the hard-earned consultation fee he had quoted Cheng Qiang.

Unlike Cheng Qiang, Cheng Haoyu didn't really believe in things like Feng Shui. He subconsciously felt that his old man had been scammed! Over the past two days, he had tried to persuade Cheng Qiang more than once, but to no avail. Cheng Qiang simply treated this Feng Shui master from Xiangjiang as the final straw to save his career and his life.

At this moment, hearing Cheng Haoyu's skepticism, Cheng Qiang's face immediately darkened as he sternly rebuked, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! Two million is already a family-discount price he gave us. You must know that for anyone else wanting to hire this Feng Shui master to ward off evil and arrange a geomantic formation, five or six million is the absolute minimum to get him to budge. He is the undisputed number one in the Xiangjiang Feng Shui circle! You have no idea; whenever he visits countries like Southeast Asia or Singapore, he is always the guest of honor for kings, presidents, and other heavyweight political figures!"

"He's just bragging," Cheng Haoyu remained unconvinced.

Are you kidding me? Isn't he just a charlatan, yet somehow he became the guest of honor for heavyweight political figures? This was obviously bragging! The old man must have lost his mind to actually believe such a charlatan!

"Stop talking nonsense!" Cheng Qiang glared at him.

Cheng Haoyu still held some fear toward his old man, so he could only change the subject. "Hey, that's not right, Dad. Even if someone altered our family's Feng Shui, can't we just abandon the house, move away, and sell it to someone else? Why bother specially paying someone to fix the Feng Shui?"

Cheng Qiang explained, "I consulted Master Feng about this very issue. He told me that the other party has set up a Feng Shui formation inside our villa. That formation targets us directly, and its magnetic field has already been branded into our bodies. Even if we sell the house and move elsewhere, it will still continue to affect us. Only by breaking it can our bad luck be removed. Otherwise, running to the ends of the earth won't do any good!"

"Is it really that magical?" Cheng Haoyu's jaw dropped, full of disbelief.

Just as Cheng Haoyu was grumbling, three people walked out of the airport exit.

The person in the middle was around fifty years old, slightly plump, wearing a traditional Tang suit, and holding a string of jade beads which he continuously twirled in his hand. Following closely beside him were two sturdy young men. At a glance, one could tell they must be bodyguards or figures of that sort.

"Master Feng!" The moment he saw this person, Cheng Qiang immediately broke into a flattering smile and greeted him. "Oh my, it's been over a decade, and you're still just as young, your grace no less than back then!"

At the same time, he didn't forget to turn back and wave at Cheng Haoyu. "Haoyu, hurry over and pay your respects to Master Feng Yong! You child, why are you so devoid of manners?"

"Is this your son? Hehe, in the blink of an eye, he's grown up so much. I remember when I last saw him, he was still in swaddling clothes." Feng Yong exchanged a couple of smiling remarks with Cheng Qiang, and then shifted his gaze toward Cheng Haoyu.

An unusual sensation instantly arose in Cheng Haoyu's heart. It was as if this Feng Shui master named Feng Yong standing before him could see right through his entire body.

After sizing Cheng Haoyu up for a few moments, Feng Yong smiled and said, "Little fellow, it seems you don't really believe in me."

Cheng Qiang instantly grew anxious, hurriedly accompanying the smile as he said, "Master Feng, the child doesn't know any better, please don't take it to heart."

"It's fine," Feng Yong waved his hand and continued with a smile, "Little fellow, whether you believe in me or not, as an elder, I ought to give you a gift... Pity that I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring anything suitable with me. How about this, I'll just gift you a piece of advice."

Hearing this, Cheng Haoyu couldn't help curling his lip, silently thinking to himself, *Hypocritical, stingy old man.*

But very soon, his expression froze into blank astonishment.

Because the words Feng Yong spoke next reached his ears: "You already show signs of kidney essence depletion, so you must stop indulging in female beauty. You should know that in this world, many heroes have met their demise in a woman's lap. Moreover, although mature women possess charm and know how to be interesting, they are also more likely to drain the primordial essence from your body."

Although Cheng Haoyu was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was already far from being a virgin. Furthermore, exactly as Feng Yong had stated, he preferred mature women between the ages of twenty-five and thirty.

Yet except for himself, absolutely no one else knew about these matters! Even his father, Cheng Qiang, was completely unaware. How on earth did this Feng Shui master who flew in from Xiangjiang know?

Could he really have told just by reading his physiognomy?

Cheng Haoyu was utterly terrified to his core.