At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

Stepping out of the elevator, you'll find yourself on a very spacious observation deck with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the city.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white Tang suit, holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads, with his hair neatly combed, stood with his back to them in front of the window, as if sensing the "aura".

Beside him stood a businessman with a ruddy complexion, wearing a casual suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and exuding an aura of authority—Zheng Baichuan, chairman of Starry Sky Media.

"Chairman Zheng, Master Lan, this is Mr. Chen Geng from our Hanfeng GG," Yang Zhenzhen introduced.

Zheng Baichuan turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and glanced at Chen Geng with a slightly scrutinizing look before nodding slightly.

Lan Yuhe slowly turned around, his gaze calm and profound. He lingered on Chen Geng for a moment, as if trying to see through him, before speaking softly, "Mr. Chen, you are young and promising. Mr. Zheng said you have some unique insights into the feng shui of this building?"

The pressure was immense. Policy risks loomed ahead, a true master was by my side, and my client boss was right there beside me.

Chen Geng knew that his previous wishful thinking and last-minute preparations would be no match for a true expert.

The intelligence provided no solution; the system only warned him of the risks.

The real test is just beginning.

He took a deep breath, met Lan Yuhe's gaze, and remained neither humble nor arrogant:

"Master Lan, you flatter me. I dare not claim such unique insights. I simply feel that the relationship between architecture and people is like that between a boat and water: it flows smoothly when the water is in its proper direction, and becomes entangled when it is against it. Today, I am fortunate to learn from Chairman Zheng and the Master, and I hope to find a way to make this 'boat' sail more steadily and further."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Lan Yuhe's eyes. He remained noncommittal, then turned to Zheng Baichuan and said, "Mr. Zheng, shall we continue watching?"

Zheng Baichuan nodded: "Okay, Manager Chen, come along too. Let's hear Master Lan's insightful opinions and share your thoughts as well."

The group first explored the observation deck, then went downstairs to tour the building both inside and out.

Lan Yuhe would occasionally tap his finger lightly, muttering professional terms such as "dragon vein," "qi kou," "sand and water," and "inauspicious position," which his assistant would occasionally jot down.

Chen Geng listened and observed intently, his mind racing, trying to understand the spatial logic behind Lan Yu's words by combining the "environmental psychology" concepts he had seen the night before with the actual scene.

When they reached the southwest side of the building and saw the newly built office building, slightly taller than the main Starry Sky building, Lan Yuhe stopped, frowned, and pointed to it, saying to Zheng Baichuan:

"Mr. Zheng, as I mentioned to you on the phone before, this building resembles a 'White Tiger peeking out,' and it's located in the Kun direction, creating a 'pressing' situation. This indicates unstable finances, personnel turmoil, and unrest among female relatives. Has your group recently encountered many obstacles? Financial fluctuations? Or are your female executives or important partners experiencing many troubles?"

Zheng Baichuan's expression changed, and he nodded repeatedly: "Master Lan is absolutely right! Several projects have been progressing poorly recently, and we are under some pressure in terms of cash flow. I am also anxious about this."

Yang Zhenzhen nodded silently.

Lan Yuhe twirled his prayer beads and pondered, "I'd like to hear Chen Sheng's opinion first."

Everyone's eyes, including Zheng Baichuan and Yang Zhenzhen's, instinctively turned to Chen Geng.

Chen Geng felt a dryness in his throat. Lan Yuhe pointed out the problem and its location, but how to resolve it?

In feng shui terms, he certainly couldn't win against this master, and it might even raise policy risks.

Using scientific principles, how can we explain the psychological implications of "White Tiger Peeking Out" and "Instable Wealth"?

Time seemed to stand still. Chen Geng's mind raced at an unprecedented speed.

"Chairman Zheng, Master Lan," Chen Geng began, his voice steady, carrying a tone of tentative exploration.

"What Master Lan just said about 'White Tiger Peeking Out' and 'Kun Direction Under Pressure' does indeed point out from the perspective of traditional environmental philosophy that the energy field of this place is squeezed by the high-rise buildings next door, which may lead to a sense of psychological suffocation and instability."

"This feeling, when applied to business operations, might manifest as hesitation in decision-making, sluggish cash flow, and... a subtle tension in the team atmosphere."

He carefully avoided direct terms like "inauspicious energy" and "financial loss," opting instead for more neutral terms such as "aura," "psychological feelings," and "reflection," attempting to build a bridge between traditional wisdom and modern psychology.

Lan Yuhe's fingers, which were twisting the prayer beads, paused slightly, and for the first time, her calm and unwavering eyes met Chen Geng's gaze earnestly.

Zheng Baichuan also looked thoughtful, clearly finding Chen Geng's statement somewhat novel.

"Then what is your opinion, Manager Chen?" Lan Yuhe finally spoke, his voice calm and devoid of emotion.

"I believe that the focus should be on 'guidance' and 'transformation'," Chen Geng said, pointing to the glass curtain wall of the Starry Sky Building.

"The building itself is the best medium. Can we stop viewing the exterior walls as simply closed facades and instead see them as an interface that can interact with external light, landscape, and even 'energy field'? Through clever design, can we transform the 'pressure' from the southwest into visual guidance, the rhythm of light, and even make it a unique architectural symbol and energy focal point?"

Lan Yuhe smiled almost imperceptibly.

This laugh immediately threw Chen Geng into a panic.

No way? Did I say something wrong? In Master Lan's eyes, what I just said was pure nonsense, right? This is terrible!

In his panic, Chen Geng forgot the words he had prepared and suddenly became speechless.

Lan Yuhe gave Chen Geng a deep look, then suddenly said to Zheng Baichuan, "Mr. Zheng, what Mr. Chen said is quite insightful. His thinking is not bound by conventional methods; it shows a keen understanding of 'learning from nature and adapting to local conditions.' The details here still need further investigation. How about Mr. Chen and I go to the rooftop terrace for a closer look? Miss Yang, would you like to accompany Mr. Zheng to rest here for a while?"

Zheng Baichuan was listening intently when he heard this, and nodded: "Okay, thank you Master Lan and Manager Chen. Zhenzhen, please wait here with me."

Yang Zhenzhen agreed and glanced at Chen Geng with some curiosity.

Chen Geng secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and followed Lan Yuhe onto the elevator leading to the private rooftop terrace.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Lan Yuhe closed his eyes to rest, remaining silent. Chen Geng felt uneasy, wondering why this master had summoned him alone.

The terrace was spacious, with the river breeze whistling through it. The view was superb; the "White Tiger" building to the southwest was even clearer, and the sense of oppression was stronger. Lan Yuhe walked to the railing, gazed into the distance for a moment, and then suddenly spoke. His voice was soft, but it clearly reached Chen Geng's ears:

"Chen Sheng, do you know that the building over there is actually the new office building of the artillery school?"

"Artillery school? New office building?"

"Yes, the so-called White Tiger evil energy can also be called cannon evil energy! Because the artillery school placed a real cannon on the building, and the muzzle just happens to be pointed here!"