Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Sitting in the taxi, Shang Muchen kept hearing Xiao Jie's voice echoing in his mind.

Frankly speaking, Shang Muchen didn't really believe what Xiao Jie said.

Although he seemed very sincere, Shang Muchen couldn't understand Xiao Jie's motives.

Despite his incredible luck in acquiring a fortune, he remains an ordinary person, even a marginalized member of society.

Why would a young master like him, a business elite, fawn over me, a 10-day trial player who can only pack leftovers from the locker room, when he is the MVP of the year?

Either he's truly trapped in some inescapable crisis, or he's plotting something.

If he himself is in a predicament that he cannot even save himself from, then I am even less capable of saving him. Although he said that he wanted me to "give him a hand on the edge of the cliff," that statement was too empty.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: he approached me for some ulterior motive.

What do I have that he would care about?

Is this the house of Sa Sanqi?

Yes, it's very likely that there's some very valuable secret in Sa Sanqi's house.

If it were just for an expensive watch or even a real estate, given Xiao Jie's wealth, he might not even care.

There must be some secret hidden in this haunted house itself.

Thinking of this, Shang Muchen rested his chin on his hand, planning to spend a day or two thoroughly searching through Sa Sanqi's house, wanting to see what secrets it held that were worth the attention of a top-tier intelligent person like Xiao Jie.

The taxi stopped outside the 157 Art District pedestrian street. Shang Muchen got out of the car and walked away, pondering something.

Although he had been here several times before, Shang Muchen still managed to get lost in this huge, gaudy art park, which was just as disorienting as IKEA.

When he finally realized what was happening, he found himself having passed his own neighborhood, the 13th district, and arrived at the 15th district, where the parking garage of the 157 Art District was located.

The enormous five-story parking garage stood before me like a dark, colossal beast, its lights off.

Shang Muchen scratched his head, recalling the way, and realized he should turn back one intersection, so he turned around and walked back.

Just as he took a step, Shang Muchen suddenly caught sight of Wang Da Pangzi and several men in suits turning around from a corner of the parking garage and walking out of the building.

In the fleeting glimpse of the figure, Shang Muchen clearly saw Kurosaki Hideto's silhouette.

Startled, Shang Muchen was also unsure, after all, they had only brushed past each other before, and Kurosaki Hideto's appearance was also very ordinary - a middle-aged man, short, wearing glasses, with his head down, wearing a black suit, very inconspicuous.

Wasn't Hidetoshi Kurosaki dead?

Did Li Weiqiang lie to me, or did I misread it?

Shang Muchen hurriedly hid in the shadows, spying on the group.

Fatty Wang, accompanied by two henchmen, chatted warmly with the man in the black suit as they walked towards the southeast corner of the park.

Shang Muchen followed from a distance, secretly observing, and discovered that the group eventually arrived at the small courtyard in the southeast corner where the Rat King was said to roam.

Shang Muchen tried his best to observe; he could see clearly, but he couldn't hear anything.

At first glance, Shang Muchen felt that Fatty Wang seemed to be trying to sell the small courtyard in the southeast corner to the group of people in suits, encouraging them to rent it.

The men in suits nodded repeatedly, wanting to go inside and take a look. Fatty Wang ordered his underlings to unlock the door, and the group entered the courtyard under the cover of night.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Fatty Wang raised his arms and introduced the place in a grand manner, while the men in suits nodded repeatedly, seemingly quite satisfied.

Shang Muchen could see clearly that among these men in suits, besides Kurosaki Hideto, there were two others who had appeared at the banquet organized by Wu Ruofeng that day.

Are the Japanese planning to rent the northeast corner of the yard?

Or is there some other conspiracy?

As they were watching, suddenly, the only woman in the suit-clad group turned her head and let out a heart-wrenching scream. Then, her head flew towards Shang Muchen, its gaping maw aimed straight at his face.

The woman opened her gaping maw, and her enormous head flew right up to Shang Muchen's face, startling him so much that he instinctively ducked and covered his head, falling to the ground with a thud.

Only then did he realize that he was still hiding behind a stone pillar sculpture opposite the parking garage. He had been unconsciously using his remote viewing ability to spy on Wang Da Pangzi and the Japanese soldiers.

Clearly, the female ghost had noticed his gaze and was giving him a hard time.

With his heart pounding at 200 beats per minute, Shang Muchen was so frightened that his shirt was soaked with cold sweat. He looked around in a disheveled state and, finding that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly took off running and fled back to his home in District 13.

Compared to that gruesome, split-mouthed, flying-headed female ghost, even if my house were a haunted house, it would still be much more cozy.

Even after locking the door, Shang Muchen's heart was still pounding wildly.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Shang Muchen reflected on the day's experiences. He casually picked up a book called "Introduction to Feng Shui and Geography" and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

Picking up the phone, Shang Muchen told his fourth uncle his thoughts.

Fourth Uncle repeatedly agreed and told Shang Muchen to meet at the small park tomorrow to chat with President Fang of Qiancheng Group again.

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, when Uncle Si returned to the park, he looked radiant, and even his bald head looked shiny.

"Mr. Fang, my nephew has come up with a much better idea than mine. Please listen to his thoughts." Fourth Uncle pushed Shang Muchen forward.

"Okay, I'd like to hear what Master Baiya has to say." President Fang nodded with a smile.

"I've been thinking about this all day, and suddenly I've figured something out," Shang Muchen said, pointing to the Y-shaped dragon head feng shui formation across the park. "Instead of fighting against his guillotine-like beheading formation, we should go along with it."

"Go along with him? What do you mean?"

"Didn't he want to cut off our dragon heads? Let's just stop being dragons then," Shang Muchen said.

"Mr. Fang, think about it. We have always been burdened by our status and position. We always want to be the leading business in Beijing and pursue high-end, artistic and luxurious things."

But now the economy is down and consumption is declining. Given the current circumstances, if we force this dragon to take flight under these circumstances, wouldn't that be going against the will of Heaven?

Dragons can be large or small, can rise or hide; when large, they stir up clouds and mist, when small, they conceal their form; when rising, they soar through the universe, when hiding, they lurk within the waves.

This is an era in which hidden dragons emerge from the abyss; we should adapt to the times and the changing circumstances.

"you mean……"

"Open all the doors—connect the previously separate and private Tingyun Pavilion, Wufang Club, and Qiancheng Port Mall to the east, allowing the flow of energy to be integrated—"

Remove all obstacles that hinder the flow of energy, completely open up all spaces, and ensure that there are no blockages in the dragon's body, creating a completely unobstructed internal environment from head to tail.

Then, reverse the entire feng shui layout, starting from the high-speed rail station, and guide the flow of people in this direction. Attract people with trendy and fashionable selling points, allowing them to stroll all the way from the high-speed rail station to the Y-shaped viewing harbor without any obstacles in between.

Introduce cultural and creative products, stand-up comedy, interactive experiences, and creative sports; introduce brands and art designs that young people like for taking photos and checking in; don't rush to focus on one-time purchase conversion rates, but rather focus on popularity.

Money is about relationships between people. When roads are open, people will flock to the area, and when people flock to the area, money will naturally flow in.

This is the method of "transforming a dragon into an insect."

"Transformed from a dragon into an insect?" Mr. Fang asked in surprise.

"Yes," Uncle Si added, "we're getting old and our thinking is rigid. What the young people are saying makes sense."

The hidden dragon transforms into an earthworm, not only unafraid of being cut, but also, like an earthworm, multiplying with each cut.

Mr. Fang nodded repeatedly at Shang Muchen's suggestion, praising it repeatedly and instructing, "Brilliant! Master Shang's suggestion is indeed brilliant!"

Secretary Wang, quickly write this down and have the Ministry of Commerce develop a plan based on this idea, set up a project team, and let's carry out a sweeping, transformative strategic reform!