What kind of divination am I doing?

"Cheng Peng, are you alright? Lu Qiao said you'll be fine. This little disaster is better than a big one in the future!" Liu Bo shouted as he rushed toward Zhao Cheng Peng in the distance.

Zhao Chengpeng was released. He looked listless, obviously having been let go by the police car on its way.

Liu Bo pointed excitedly at the road and bridge and exclaimed, "The road and bridge are right here, and your wife is here too!"

Zhao Chengpeng looked at Lu Qiao and his wife beside him, and then, energized, jogged towards Cuicui. At this moment, he had no time to care about Liu Bo.

Lu Qiao was quite a distance away, but thanks to the black cat's abilities, he could hear everything clearly, so there was no need for him to explain at all.

Liu Bo automatically put himself into the role and recited the Luqiao's theory of overcoming major disasters by dealing with minor ones.

"Go back, soak some pomelo leaves in water, wipe yourself down, and step over a brazier; that'll settle things there," Lu Qiao explained.

Overjoyed, Cui Cui burst into tears, clinging tightly to Zhao Chengpeng and refusing to let go.

Liu Bo, who caught up, was panting heavily again; even a few steps had been a struggle.

Liu Bo's physical condition was not much better than that of the pregnant Cui Cui.

Liu Bo, catching his breath, asked, "Your wife said you were arrested, so I immediately went to Luqiao. What happened?"

Zhao Chengpeng wiped away the tears from his wife Cuicui's eyes, then explained, "When they took me in for questioning, I told them everything. There was a contract at the time, and they asked me if I knew there was a tunnel in the yard. I was more surprised than they were."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo realized, "Holy crap, those robbers who came to steal Old Zhao's gold dug a tunnel and escaped from where you were going to open your shop?"

Lu Qiao smiled wryly after hearing Liu Bo's explanation. What had Liu Bo heard? The order of the sentences was completely reversed.

Zhao Chengpeng shook his head: "No, didn't you understand? Old Shen dug the tunnel himself. His two henchmen were caught in the tunnel last night and confessed that Old Shen dug it."

"It's impossible to dig a tunnel from the gold shop to the shop we took over in one night, crossing half of Chinatown. It can only mean that Lao Shen dug the tunnel in advance. He's stealing from us!" Cui Cui was the first to react and explained to Liu Bo.

After thinking about the order for a moment, Liu Bo realized what was going on and quickly said, "Oh right, it can only be Old Shen!"

Zhao Chengpeng then looked at Lu Qiao: "Lu Qiao, I haven't said a word about your situation, but I'm curious, Lu Qiao, shouldn't you be at the shop helping out with the troublemakers tonight? Why aren't you here? Instead, Old Shen's two henchmen are here? And they've been arrested?"

Zhao Chengpeng was clearly puzzled, but Lu Qiao smiled and said, "Didn't I already figure it out?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chengpeng immediately realized: "You mean these things? You knew all along!"

Lu Qiao nodded, not daring to say anything more.

Zhao Chengpeng began to think, and then something dawned on him: "Could it be that the unlucky ghost is a fake?"

"Well, let's put it this way, if this matter isn't resolved this way, then bad luck will definitely come knocking on your door!" Lu Qiao replied.

Now that Lao Shen has been arrested, five thugs are dead, and two of his underlings have accused Lao Shen of the crime, it's not up to him to say whatever he wants.

Zhao Chengpeng wasn't stupid. Since the matter concerned him, he thought about it very quickly and clearly, and after going through the matter in his mind, everything became clear.

"I understand now. If it weren't for you, Lao Shen wouldn't be able to contact the thieves who stole the gold, so he would come looking for me, right? So the unlucky guy you're talking about is Lao Shen. Lao Shen is really unlucky now and is going to jail."

Lu Qiao nodded: "Smart!"

Now that everything was clear, Zhao Chengpeng gave a thumbs-up, but said with a dejected look, "It's a pity the five gold thieves disappeared without a trace, so the police in my area have to seal off the area. They'll release them when they catch them. I don't know if it will affect business. I was planning to open for business after my wife gave birth and after dealing with all this trouble!"

Having fully understood, Liu Bo began to ponder, then gestured and said, "Wait, it might not be a bad thing!"

All eyes turned to Liu Bo, who was slow to realize what was happening.

Liu Bo spoke up: "I won't make a mistake like this, listen to me! There are many cases where, for example, a private car is requisitioned to chase a criminal, right? In such cases, you can hire a lawyer to claim compensation for any damage caused to the vehicle. Your shop is currently shut down and can't open, but it wasn't your fault. You can say you were supposed to open tomorrow and are demanding compensation for the delay!"

After Liu Bo finished speaking, Zhao Chengpeng immediately understood. Cui Cui nodded, "With this kind of compensation, including labor costs and turnover, and by hiring a good lawyer, the compensation could potentially be astronomical!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chengpeng's brows relaxed, and he suddenly understood.

Liu Bo laughed: "Everyone who sees it gets a share! We can't leave out Luqiao."

Liu Bo's logical judgment might be flawed, but he grasps these clever tricks almost instantly. He's adept at exploiting loopholes and taking advantage of small things.

Lu Qiao also realized that Liu Bo had been planning to put up posters of his and Zhao Chengpeng's families in front of his shop as soon as they met.

Now they're not even going to put on an act anymore; they're already calculating compensation.

Zhao Chengpeng pondered for a moment before speaking, "Wait, we need to find a lawyer. We don't like dealing with Americans; it's a real hassle!"

Lu Qiao thought for a moment and realized that the compensation was reasonable and justified, and winning the case shouldn't be difficult. Lu Qiao immediately thought of Wang Ming.

"I know a Chinese lawyer named Wang Ming. He's got some skills. Why don't we invite him over for a chat? Maybe we can get more out of him." Lu Qiao took out his phone, opened WeChat, and tapped on Wang Ming's profile picture.

Luqiao wrote a message: Lawyer Wang, I have a big business opportunity, what's up?

Luqiao only realized after sending the message that it was only six o'clock, and the other party was probably still asleep.

Upon hearing that he was a Chinese lawyer, Zhao Chengpeng smiled and said, "Oh, that's wonderful! I'll treat you to a meal at my restaurant so we can chat."

Just as Zhao Chengpeng finished speaking, Lu Qiao received a message from Wang Ming: "Your business is almost done. I'll come to see you tonight. You can buy your plane ticket now."

Lu Qiao looked at Zhao Chengpeng and asked, "What's the name of your hotel?"

"Sheraton! Room 666, 6 PM, shall we?" Zhao Chengpeng announced proudly.

Luqiao was writing a message: Sheraton! Room 666, 6 PM.

After Lu Qiao finished sending the message, Wang Ming smiled and sent two "thank you, boss" emojis with the message: "Trying to treat you? How generous!" "No need for a treat for such a small thing. Of course, since you've made a reservation, see you tonight. I've been busy all night, going to sleep now!"

Luqiao looked at the message and realized he'd stayed up all night; no wonder he was able to reply to his own message.

But what did the other party send? Could it be that Wang Ming didn't see the message he sent?

Wang Ming must have stayed up all night, and his eyes are probably blurry by now. He might have misread the message he sent.

The question, "Attorney Wang, I have a big business opportunity, what's the matter?", was misread as "Attorney Wang, this is a big business opportunity, what's the matter?"

What I was introducing to the other party probably misinterpreted as an inquiry about the progress of an inheritance.

Anyway, we can clear things up when we meet tonight, so it doesn't matter. Lu Qiao waved his hand while carrying his breakfast: "I'm going back to eat breakfast. See you tonight?"

Liu Bo, Zhao Chengpeng, and Cuicui insisted on sending Luqiao there.

After walking for a while, Zhao Chengpeng pointed to a hotel and said, "This is my shop."

Liu Bo also pointed to the opposite door: "My department store is right across from theirs."

Lu Qiao looked at the two huge storefronts and smiled, "Then I'll leave you here. It's not far ahead. I'll go back by myself. Old Zhao, you go back and add some pomelo leaves and a brazier, take your wife home quickly, and don't bother seeing me off anymore."

Luqiao swaggered out of Chinatown and went back to his castle.

Liu Bo, Zhao Chengpeng, and Cuicui watched Lu Qiao's retreating figure.

"Cheng Peng, Lu Qiao saved you! You should really try to curry favor with someone as capable as him!"

"Do you even need to tell me? You can only flatter him, not offend him! You need to know that he not only foresaw this, but I suspect that he sent those two of Old Shen's underlings in. If that's the case, then Old Shen is also essentially sent in by him."

"Speaking of which, did Old Shen actually pull this all along just to commit insurance fraud?"

"Do you know what I'm thinking? If this kid really figured it out, I'm afraid the robbers won't have escaped, but will have been killed by him."

"How is that possible? One person against five? The bandits have guns!"

"The world is full of wonders; this kind of expert might have some amazing tricks up their sleeve!"

Cui Cui, who had been listening but couldn't get a word in edgewise, suddenly realized what was happening: "Oh right, it's not like we were talking about Lao Shen. Speaking of which, I just remembered what you said! I just realized why you rented the place to Lao Shen! I need to settle this score with you!"

"Wife, it's fine to settle accounts, but please don't bring up old grievances."

Liu Bo smiled as he watched Zhao Chengpeng coax Cuicui back to the hotel. Remembering something, he grabbed his suitcase and chased after him. Lu Qiao had said that Zhao Chengpeng should wash his own lunchbox, and he had to make him do it no matter what.

……

Upon entering through the Luqiao side after flipping open the opening sign, I saw a black cat curled up at the front desk, motionless.

It looks like Luqiao hasn't moved since he left, but there's a stack of US dollars next to the black cat.

Lu Qiao walked closer and took a look; there were seven one-dollar bills, some new and some old.

This was the first time Luqiao had ever seen US dollars, and he examined them from both sides.

The black cat got up, stretched, and sniffed inside the plastic bag, whimpering, "What's this?"

In unison, as Black Cat raised his question, Lu Qiao, holding the money, said the same thing: "What's this? It smells strange!"

The two were taken aback, and Lu Qiao spoke first: "The xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) are said to be the best in this Chinatown."

Luqiao picked up two cat bowls from the ground, washed them clean, and poured half a cup of sweet soy milk into one of them.

Another one, Luqiao picked out six from the twelve steamed buns and put them in the cat bowl.

I even specifically chose the ones with broken skin and oozing juice, keeping the whole ones for myself.

The black cat glanced at the steamed buns in its bowl, rolled its eyes at Lu Qiao, and began to eat, whimpering as it ate.

"A foreigner just came in, bought a deck of tarot cards, touched me, and the money in your hand is what he gave me."

The black cat whimpered, taking a bite of meat and a sip of soy milk, showing it knew how to combine them.

"Business is so good, people are buying things as early as six in the morning, how much can you earn in a day?" Lu Qiao asked, then put the money into the cabinet at the counter. He could see that there were still a few hundred US dollars in the cabinet, maybe even thousands.

"How much business do you make in a day? You'll have to ask Da Feng in a dream, how would I know?"

"Wow, they can really appear in dreams?" Lu Qiao asked.

"I don't have that ability yet, but maybe I will find it in the future. After all, there's the Nightmare Clan, and we haven't found their sacred artifacts yet."

Lu Qiao was taken aback, then realized that the black cat was teasing him. Lu Qiao wasn't angry, and picked up a xiaolongbao with his chopsticks.

The black cat smacked its lips and let out a loud "Great! From now on, you don't need to cook anymore. You can go out and buy all my meals, and I'll eat half of what you eat."

Luqiao heard from the black cat that these steamed buns were so delicious?

Lu Qiao immediately picked up a piece with his chopsticks, took a bite, and frowned slightly.

These steamed buns are sweet, what's inside?

The meat had a fishy, ​​gamey smell, seemingly because there was no ginger, garlic, or cooking wine to remove the odor.

How could a black cat find this delicious? Thinking about it this way, what level of culinary disaster must my aunt's cooking be?

This stuff is worse than the steamed buns from the shop downstairs in my neighborhood; it's probably the worst I've ever eaten in my life.

That's it? Or is it the most unique feature of this street?

Lu Qiao began to doubt Liu Bo's sense of taste, which could also be due to the fact that he hadn't been back to China for too many years.

These xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) have probably been modified to suit foreign tastes; Liu Bo recommended them because he misses China so much.

Luqiao is starting to miss last night's boxed lunch. Thinking about it, Zhao Chengpeng's place probably still has the authentic Chinese flavor. It seems like from now on, he won't be able to eat anything other than Old Zhao's.

It tasted awful. Luqiao saw the vinegar packet in the bag, picked it up, and opened it.

"What's that black bag of yours?"

"Vinegar," Lu Qiao replied, as he opened the vinegar bag and poured it into a bowl.

The black cat tilted its head back and sniffed: "Give me some."

Luqiao left one-third of the vinegar and poured it into the black cat's bowl.

The black cat peeked out again, then raised its head and glared at Lu Qiao with a ferocious expression: "Pah, pah, pah, what is this? I knew black things were bad. Are you trying to murder me? Pour it out and rinse it with water."

"Fine, none of the black ones are good!" Lu Qiao reluctantly complied, rinsing the remaining four xiaolongbao clean.

"You little devil! You're the only one who likes to eat that dark, murky liquid!" the black cat retorted, frantically licking the soy milk to rinse its mouth.

"Hehe, you're so free, eating and drinking for free, eating and drinking my food for free." Lu Qiao picked up his bowl, dipped it in vinegar, and only then could he barely manage to eat.

The taste of Luqiao is completely opposite to that of Black Cat.

"You're living in my place and you still talk back!" The black cat breathed on the road bridge.

Hey! Lu Qiao thought to himself, the castle is still registered under his name. If he gets angry, he can get Old Wang to sell the house and he can just run away.

But upon closer reflection, this black cat had sent the alien races from the outer tavern to hunt him down.

That invisible lizard costs five thousand per kill. If I were to actually make a move, I'd die countless times over.

Lu Qiao chickened out, awkwardly putting another xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) into the cat's bowl, and stroked the black cat's fur, saying, "I was just kidding, can't you take a joke?"

"Don't touch me, it's bad luck. Did you not get anything bad from what I gave you?" The black cat peeked out and then continued eating.

Lu Qiao snorted, thinking to himself that black cats were bad luck abroad. But he didn't say anything more and continued eating his xiaolongbao.

These xiaolongbao are inedible without vinegar, but the black cat actually prefers the original, slightly fishy flavor.

The two were eating breakfast when the door was pushed open.