Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen called Wang Dapangzi to report that he had completed the rat extermination task.

Following his fourth uncle's instructions, Shang Muchen didn't say a word more or ask a single question about the extraordinary encounters during the rat extermination process.

He simply explained that his girlfriend and her PhD classmate had used advanced machinery to eliminate the rats, and asked Fatty Wang to check the results of the rat extermination.

In the evening, Fatty Wang, accompanied by two henchmen, excitedly knocked on Shang Muchen's door.

Shang Muchen was spreading out his newly bought books on feng shui on the large desk on the first floor, reading them with a painstaking expression.

The doorbell rang like a school bell, saving Shang Muchen.

He hurriedly ran to open the door and was greeted by Wang Da Pangzi's cheerful expression.

"Brother Xiao Shang, let me tell you this: the moment I entered that small courtyard in the northeast corner, I felt it—the atmosphere of the entire courtyard had changed completely!"

Fatty Wang pulled a bulging A4-sized file box from his briefcase and shoved it into Shang Muchen's hand without a word, saying:

"I know Master Shang's rules; he only accepts cash."

Here, that's all. If you think it's not enough, I'll give you more next time.

Shang Muchen didn't dare ask how much there was, he just felt it was too much and didn't dare to accept it.

"Brother Wang, you've already taken such good care of me. I don't even pay the water and electricity bills, so how could I possibly take your money?"

"Hey, you can't say that, and you can't calculate it like that," Fatty Wang said with a smile.

"On the one hand, you helped me solve a big problem and revitalized a large area of ​​assets. The rental income alone is far more than this amount of money."

On the other hand, Brother Shang, you understand the rules of the game. I'm spending this money to get your help, so you're not feeling guilty.

If you didn't cheat me today, you won't cheat me on this matter in the future.

You understand what I'm saying, right?

"I understand, I understand that much." Shang Muchen nodded and accepted the money.

My fourth uncle once said that part of the money he earned from doing feng shui for rich people was hush money.

Wealthy people always have various unspeakable secrets, and feng shui masters will delve into the careers and lives of the wealthy, inevitably touching upon some confidential matters.

Hush money is indispensable. Not only is the recipient satisfied, but the payer will also feel at ease after paying it.

It seems that Fatty Wang has some connection with the black rat pattern in the basement, and even the strange ghost wall talisman with black and white writing on it.

It's possible that this guy made a mess of things himself and couldn't clean it up, which is why he asked for help.

Having figured all this out, Shang Muchen nodded calmly and accepted the money.

After seeing Wang the Fatty off, I went home, opened the file box, and roughly counted the money: 100,000 yuan.

After thinking for a moment, Shang Muchen took out half of the money, intending to leave it for Liu Qingyang and Xu Lele. He then took the remaining half, left home, found a bank, and deposited the money into his account.

In just a few weeks, he went from being penniless and having to ask his father for pocket money to having over 100,000 yuan in his account—a complete transformation.

The changes were so drastic that Shang Muchen's legs went weak, and he felt it was all too unreal.

This feeling is like the unexpected happiness of finding a bowl full of braised pork underneath the cheapest rice bowl of mugwort stalks in the middle school cafeteria.

Shang Muchen wanted to call his father to tell him the good news, but then he thought that his father would glare at him and scold him for going astray and neglecting his duties. So he gave up and decided not to upset his father and ignore him.

Remembering her fourth uncle's instructions, she still had two things to do: make clothes and print business cards.

Now that he had money, he decided to invest it. Shang Muchen first went to a printing shop run by a third-rate unemployed painter in the 157 Art Park and asked him to design a business card with his logo.

"No problem!" the third-rate painter said, patting his chest. "I'm a graduate student majoring in visual communication design at Yanji Academy of Fine Arts. This is a small matter; as long as the money is right, I'll definitely get it done for you!"

"How much?" Shang Muchen asked timidly.

A third-rate painter holds up three fingers.

Three thousand yuan?

Shang Muchen pondered how to negotiate the price.

"Three hundred!" the third-rate painter said earnestly. "Print it within a week."

Shang Muchen felt relieved, pulled out three large bills, and said, "Please, brother, I didn't even haggle, so please make sure it's done well."

The third-rate painter's eyes lit up when he saw the cash. He quickly snatched the money, stuffed it into his pocket, glanced at his wife in the middle of the room, and whispered, "Brother, that's awesome! I'll definitely get you something high-end!"

After getting his business cards sorted, Shang Muchen went to a bespoke shop in the southwest corner of the 157 Art Park that advertised "The First Suit for Young People After Graduation" and ordered two high-end suits. Satisfied, he found a small restaurant and sat down to have dinner.

I was only halfway through my meal when my phone rang. The caller was Li Weiqiang.

Shang Muchen hesitated for a moment, remembering his fourth uncle's words, but still didn't answer.

After having a satisfying meal, he wandered around the park aimlessly when he suddenly heard someone calling him from a distance: "Xiao Shang! Come this way!"

Turning his head, he saw Li Weiqiang dressed in plain clothes, waving at Shang Muchen.

It was no longer appropriate to hide now. Shang Muchen was filled with conflicting emotions. He put on a distressed expression, like a eunuch going to a brothel, and stepped forward to greet him politely, "Uncle Li."

"I know you're busy, so I'm sorry to call you so often, haha," Li Weiqiang said very politely, taking out his phone to show Shang Muchen.

"Could you please take a look and see if you recognize this person in the photo?"

It wouldn't be right for Shang Muchen not to look, so he glanced down and was immediately shocked:

The person in the photo is the foreign tenant I ran into at Tianlu Jiayuan a few days ago—Hidetoshi Kurosaki!

However, the guy was already dead, lying on an abandoned railway track in the middle of nowhere, face up, his face pale and stiff.

"Hideto Kurosaki?" Shang Muchen blurted out.

"Hmm, it seems to be him." Li Weiqiang nodded and said, "The mysterious person you mentioned to me that day, it must be him."

With your testimony, I can confirm your identity.

"I...I'm not sure either...I've only seen him once, and we just passed each other by, so I can't be sure it's him."

"Okay, don't feel guilty, I'm just confirming with you."

Actually, we found his documents and entry records, and through fingerprint and photo checks, we have confirmed that this person is Hidetoshi Kurosaki.

"Is he... dead?" Shang Muchen asked in shock.

"I cannot disclose details of the case to you," Li Weiqiang said with a kind smile. "I can only say one thing—"

Xiao Shang, if you encounter any difficulties, please remember to contact the police. My phone is always open for you.

Please trust us; no matter how outrageous your situation, we are willing to listen and help.

As he spoke, he patted Shang Muchen's shoulder forcefully with his large hand.

Li Weiqiang's words touched Shang Muchen. He almost wanted to tell Li Weiqiang about his amazing experience of exterminating rats today, but he swallowed hard and remembered his fourth uncle's advice to "avoid trouble" and held back.

Shang Muchen nodded vigorously and said, "Uncle Li, thank you for your concern."

If I encounter any difficulties, I will definitely come to you for help, and I hope you will not hesitate to lend a hand then.

"It's a deal!" Li Weiqiang shook Shang Muchen's hand firmly and agreed with a warm smile.