I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

The Sanxuan Temple is thriving.

After a month of this, I've truly established my reputation.

Although the old dyehouse area has not been completely cleaned up yet, the beams of the front hall have just been erected, the two bungalows in the back courtyard have just been demolished, and the well has only been half-drained.

However, the newly installed wooden sign for "Sanxuan Temple" at the entrance has already suppressed the atmosphere of half the street.

The neighbors would come and ask every few days.

Some came to ask if their children's crying at night was due to washing away something, some came to ask if the entrance of the newly moved shop could be moved a little, and some even came over with nothing to do, carrying two bags of snacks, standing for a while, exchanging a few words with Huang Shou-chou before leaving.

Most of the questions were trivial, but with so many people coming, the old storefront in Fu'an Lane was almost always full.

The most obvious change was that people on the street looked different when they saw Chen Qinghe.

In the past, when he walked through the alley, the neighbors would just nod.

Things are different now. When they see him from afar, the shop owners will lift the curtain and come out to greet him. The old men who squat at the entrance of the teahouse and drink morning tea year-round will also subconsciously move their legs to let him pass first.

The most interesting one is the Dutch guy.

This man used to be influential in the alleyway area, holding some sway within the Triads, and he always walked with an arrogant air about him.

But after a month, he seemed like a completely different person.

That day, Chen Qinghe was returning to Fu'an Lane from the old dyehouse. As he passed the alley entrance, Holland saw him from afar, immediately stubbed out his cigarette, stood by the wall, and bowed his head, saying, "Master Chen."

Chen Qinghe simply nodded, said nothing, and walked straight past him.

Holland Guy, with his fierce demeanor, didn't dare lift his head the whole way.

Only after Chen Qinghe's figure turned the corner of the alley did he slowly raise his head, let out a long sigh, and turn back to his two henchmen, cursing in a low voice, "From now on, when you see Master Chen, you better keep your eyes on him."

The two underlings nodded quickly.

This is not fear.

It's the rule.

The Triads are triads, and people who hang out on the streets understand one thing—the more triads there are, the more they respect feng shui masters.

It's not superstition, it's a rule.

The master examines a house, its layout, and its destiny. He has a master behind the scenes who consecrates a family's incense hall, chooses a new street, and changes the location of a temple for offering incense.

Sometimes, when doing business, negotiating, setting up a shrine, or moving an old shrine, this phrase is indispensable.

They used to dare to make fun of Huang Shouzhou because they didn't think much of him—he was glib, not very capable, and dared to write checks after a few drinks, and anyone could tease him.

However, Chen Qinghe has become quite famous in the past month.

The Huo family personally visited, the He family sent gifts of thanks, and the police officers Gu and Lu visited one after another; the whole street witnessed it all.

Those who are more involved in the streets understand the significance of such matters.

Who would dare to mistake the Sanxuan Temple for a small fortune-telling stall on the street? Who would dare to mistake Chen Qinghe for an ordinary fortune teller? Nobody would dare.

Huang Shouzhou also started to tremble.

He originally held the empty title of "nominal senior brother," and usually hid from others, fearing his enemies, creditors, and being beaten.

These days, if you bump into someone like Holland Guy on the street, they'll smile and clasp your hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Huang, heading out?"

When Huang Shou-chou was called that for the first time, he almost tripped over his own feet.

After hearing it many times, I gradually began to appreciate its benefits.

He walked with a straighter back, and even the end of his voice started to rise.

Now that he has some money on hand, and with Deng the carpenter's project settled weekly, and the He and Huo families sending him gifts several times, Huang Shouzhou has more money on him than he used to have in a whole year.

When people have money, they inevitably want to find some fun.

He's been hanging out with Holland's gang lately.

It wasn't that he actually did anything bad with them; it was just that they would sit in teahouses, watch the sports field, occasionally have a meal, and listen to people brag about their lives in the underworld. He listened with great interest and could then tell Chen Qinghe about it for a long time with a smile.

Chen Qinghe didn't pay much attention to him.

People are like that; if you suppress their desires and prevent them from having fun, things are more likely to go wrong.

Huang Shouzhou knew better than anyone else that while he might be a bit slick, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly unless it was absolutely necessary.

He was quite frightened by what happened at the Huo family a while ago, and later he saw several big scenes at the He family with Chen Qinghe, so he understands things much better than before.

Chen Qinghe only gave him one piece of advice.

"Stay away from pornography, drugs, and gambling."

Huang Shouzhou nodded hurriedly.

"I will absolutely not touch those three things! No matter who tries to persuade me, I won't go! My mind is perfectly clear right now, you can rest assured!"

Chen Qinghe glanced at him but said nothing more.

Right now, Huang Shouzhou really listens to everything he says.

He guarded the shop in Fu'an Lane for a month, and every night when he locked the door, he would make a point of pressing down the talisman that Chen Qinghe had pasted on the back of the door; whatever Chen Qinghe asked him to do, he would do.

He was more afraid of something going wrong than anyone else when the sign for Sanxuan Temple was first erected.

That day, he changed into a newly made gray cotton short jacket and even applied some hair oil to his hair, preparing to go out to have lunch with his Dutch friends.

As soon as I unlatched the door, I saw two people standing outside.

Not a neighbor.

They weren't guests who came to ask questions.

They were two acquaintances.

Huang Shouzhou looked up and immediately suppressed his earlier enthusiasm for going out to eat.

Lu Qibang and Xiao Fei arrived.

Lu Qibang wasn't wearing his police uniform today; he had changed into a dark long gown with a light-colored suit jacket over it, and he looked more relaxed than when he last came.

Behind him, Little Fatty was carrying a thick brown paper bag, bulging and clearly filled with a lot of things.

Huang Shouzhou subconsciously tightened his collar and immediately put on a smile.

"Officer Lu! What brings you here today?"

Lu Qibang glanced at the doorplate and smiled.

"Just passing by, thought I'd drop by and see Master Chen."

Huang Shou-chou had heard the word "by the way" far too often.

Of the people who visited Sanxuan Temple in the past month, eight out of ten said "by the way" all the time.

But when a police chief from a local police station makes a special detour to Fu'an Village saying he's just "on the way," even if Huang Shou-chou is slow-witted, he'll understand that the chief is probably there for something.

Moreover, judging from the brown paper bag in Xiaofei's arms, he roughly knew what it was about.

"You've come at a bad time," Huang Shouzhou quickly said. "Master Chen went to the old dyehouse to oversee the work this morning, so he's not in Fu'an right now."

Lu Qibang grunted in response, his expression remaining unchanged.

"It's alright." He pointed to the car parked behind him. "I can get there myself. Just give me directions."

The lunch that Huang Shouzhou had arranged was completely canceled at this point.

He coughed and immediately closed the door: "Please wait a moment, I'll personally take you there."

"No need for that."

"It must have been hard for you to make this trip. Let me guide you so you don't have to look for it," Huang Shou-chou said familiarly.

Huang Shouzhu locked the door and followed Lu Qibang in a few steps.

As he walked out of the alleyway of Fu'an Lane, Lu Qibang suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

"Senior Brother Huang is dressed quite neatly today."

Huang Shouzhou almost tripped over himself.

"It's nothing, nothing, I'm just going out to meet some guests," he quickly replied. "Please continue on your way."

The car stopped at the alley entrance, and Xiao Fei opened the back door. Before getting in, Lu Qibang casually asked one more question:

"Is Mr. Chen busy lately?"

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback, then realized that this was no casual question.

His eyes flickered, and he carefully chose his words: "I'm busy, but it's all about the temple. The other day I was repairing the old dyehouse, overseeing the materials and workers, leaving early and returning late every day. As for outside matters—aside from those few jobs you know about, I haven't taken on any new orders this month."

Lu Qibang grunted in response and didn't ask any further questions.

The car slowly started and drove towards the old dyehouse.

The car was quiet for a while.

Xiao Fei sat in the passenger seat with the brown paper bag on his lap, glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then, glancing at Lu Qibang and then at Huang Shouzhuo.

Huang Shouzhou had already realized what was happening.

Kraft paper bags —

Police Station

Lu Qibang made a special trip to Chen Qinghe's home, not to ask him to go to the police station to talk, but to personally deliver the items.

The paper bag likely contained case files.

Huang Shouzhou gradually came to understand the situation.

Chen Qinghe had mentioned to him a while ago that Lu Qibang, the kind of person who comes next time, will most likely bring a case.

They arrived as expected.

He leaned back in his chair and quietly wiped the sweat from his palms.

The connection with the police station was first established by Inspector Gu, and now Inspector Lu has taken the initiative to extend it as well. Huang Shou-chou can tell the difference—this is not a bad thing, but it is not a trivial matter either.

He glanced at Lu Qibang furtively.

Lu Qibang was resting with his eyes closed, tapping his knees absently with his fingers.

The street scene of Yau Ma Tei outside the car receded inch by inch, and not far ahead was the old dyehouse.

Huang Shou-chou really had no idea how Chen Qinghe would respond to this Inspector Lu today.

But he knew one thing.

Next time we go out to eat, we'll have to reschedule for at least another day.