Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

The next day happened to be Saturday, and Shang Muchen contacted his aunt early in the morning, wanting to have a meal at her house.

My aunt happily agreed.

Before leaving, Shang Muchen saw the broken "丰"-shaped antenna left at the door. He hesitated for a moment, then casually took it with him, found a backpack, and stuffed it inside.

After buying a large bouquet of flowers as a gift from a flower shop in the 157 Art District, Shang Muchen went to his aunt's house in the Tengfei Electronics Company's residential compound.

My aunt's family lives on the top floor of an old-fashioned Khrushchev building. My uncle knocked down the rooftop and illegally built an attic, turning the house into a duplex.

My cousin Xiaojia is studying at a university abroad and is away from home recently, so my aunt and uncle warmly welcomed Shang Muchen.

"Xiao Chen, I heard you're learning feng shui from Shang Lao Si?" During lunch, Uncle asked Shang Muchen, "Can you tell me what changes I need to make to ensure the safety and well-being of my home?"

Shang Muchen laughed and said, "Uncle, you are a capable person. Who in your workplace doesn't respect you?"

With such good interpersonal relationships and having done so many good deeds to help others, you don't need to care about trivial matters like feng shui at all.

The saying goes that good people live in good places. Even if the geography is not good, your good deeds can turn it into a good place. Not to mention how wonderful our place is.

Look, we used to live on the sixth floor, but you took over the rooftop and built a seventh floor.

The saying goes, "Seven up, eight down." With seven levels, you can climb higher and higher, gain a broader perspective, and see all the mountains below. How wonderful!

I think Uncle, you can still get promoted even further; there's still room for advancement before you retire!

Shang Muchen's words made his uncle laugh out loud: "Haha, Little Chen, putting everything else aside, you've learned how to chat from Shang Lao Si, and you're really good at flattering people."

After a few casual words, Shang Muchen intentionally or unintentionally steered the conversation toward Ma the Cripple.

"Uncle, I ran into Ma the Cripple the other day."

"That lunatic came to my house and made a scene the other day, insisting on going up to the rooftop." Uncle slammed his wine glass down in dissatisfaction. "Xiao Chen, I was just afraid that madman would have a fit and jump off my rooftop."

You know, he always thinks he's some kind of alien or something.

"What's the deal with Ma the Cripple?" Shang Muchen asked. "I heard he's a researcher, but some people say he's a driver."

"Both versions are correct," my uncle said. "I was there at the time, so I know exactly what happened to him."

Ma the Cripple, whose real name was Ma Housheng, was a graduate student from the Northern Computer Research Institute of the Ministry of Electronics Industry. In those days, he was definitely a top student.

In the summer of 97, he was seconded to the astronomical observatory at Base 618, where he was specifically responsible for using computers to record and analyze observed signals.

He designed his own transmitter that actively transmits high-frequency electrical signals, which can be used to observe the operation of low-Earth orbit satellites by receiving reflected signals.

His design was cutting-edge technology at the time, representing an extremely avant-garde idea.

However, it is said that his monitor detected a particularly strange signal in less than a month.

In his own words, the signal was from an alien spaceship, not a human satellite.

Naturally, no one believed him. So one night, he borrowed a car from his workplace and drove to chase the signal, all the way to the mountainous area of ​​Huairou.

Then, he got lost in the mountains.

Two days later, when people found him, his leg was broken, and he was hanging from a tree. He must have fallen off a cliff, and his car was gone.

After being rescued, he went insane, telling everyone he met that he had connected with alien signals and that the aliens had promised to come and take him away.

"Goodness, could he have really encountered aliens?" Shang Muchen deliberately pressed for an answer.

"How is that possible!" Uncle said. "Ma the Cripple's brain was damaged in the fall. A large blood clot accumulated in his brain, which compressed the nerves and caused memory confusion and hallucinations."

The doctor didn't dare to perform surgery, saying that things were fine as they were, and that forcing surgery would be dangerous.

Regardless, Crippled Ma just kept going mad.

"I heard that Crippled Ma has quite a few invention patents."

"That's right," Auntie interjected, "Recently, a foreigner even came to the office saying he wanted to buy his patent."

"We can't sell them!" Uncle slammed his fist on the table and said firmly, "I hate the Japanese devils the most!"

The Japanese are the worst businessmen. They buy up all the patents in a certain field, then monopolize the entire field, lock up the right to share the patents, and make everyone pay them. They play the winner-takes-all game and have no attitude towards cooperation and win-win.

We must not let them succeed.

"What patents are they planning to buy?"

"Ma the Cripple conducted a series of early studies on electromagnetic spectrum monitoring and security, some of which involved satellite signal transmission, space exploration, broadband data links, and even military internet technology."

Although Ma Quezi's research findings are no longer considered cutting-edge, many of them involve fundamental fields and even serve as the original basis for the compilation of white paper guidelines.

The aunt chimed in, "The Japanese devils offered 100 million to buy all their patents."

Several young leaders in the company were confused. They thought that Tengfei Electronics Company was doing really badly this year, so they decided to sell it and give everyone some bonuses.

But the senior experts wouldn't have it, and in their frustration, they complained to the ministry. The higher-ups intervened, saying it was absolutely forbidden to sell, and only then did the matter drop.

"Really? It's causing such a commotion?"

"Absolutely!"

"Auntie, I heard there's a foreign businessman named Hidetoshi Kurosaki?"

"Yes, that guy is a China expert, he speaks very clearly," Auntie said, pouting. "He's probably a technical expert or something, he knows a lot about technology."

"Um, Auntie, do you have a picture of him?"

"What's wrong? Xiao Chen, why are you interested in him?"

"Nothing, just out of curiosity."

"Let me think, maybe the guy in charge of publicity in the office has one. I'll ask him for one for you later."

After finishing their meal and chatting for a while, Auntie went to wash the dishes and Uncle went to take a nap. Shang Muchen thought it over and, with the mindset of "since I'm already here," took advantage of the fact that Auntie and Uncle weren't paying attention, took the antenna that Ma the Cripple had given him, and went up to the rooftop.

The rooftop was originally just the rooftop, but later the building was renovated and an insulated rooftop shed was added. My uncle took the opportunity to transform his house into a duplex, occupying a section of the rooftop where he kept many flowers, plants, and fish.

Shang Muchen spotted an empty space behind a fish tank, where a bunch of flowerpots had been haphazardly piled up. It was a rather inconspicuous spot, so he took out an antenna and tossed it behind the flowerpots.

Having completed Ma the Cripple's task, Shang Muchen was unsure whether he had done the right thing.

After chatting with his aunt for a few more minutes, Shang Muchen took his leave.

After leaving my aunt's house, I wandered around the family compound where I grew up. I was filled with emotion. Things had changed. The garden was still the same garden, but I was no longer the child who was happy just running around.

After wandering aimlessly for a while and passing through several buildings, Shang Muchen wanted to visit his childhood kindergarten. Just as he turned a corner, he bumped into Ma the Cripple.

"Little Shang! You did a great job on the mission! Thank you!" Ma the Cripple said, rummaging in his clothes and pulling out a small radio, which he then handed to Shang Muchen.

"This is to thank you! Didn't you say you didn't want money? I made this especially for you!" Ma the Cripple said with a smug look on his face.