Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 451 The Underworld's Personal Feng Shui Master

What Fatty Lin said is exactly what I wanted to ask. The Three Talents Stabilizing the Sea and Gathering Dragons Feng Shui Formation that the Li family set up at the Junyi Hotel is countless times more difficult than the Cai family's Seven Killings Soul-Seizing Formation.

There's no reason why the Li family's feng shui arrangement could be set up smoothly, but the Cai family's feng shui arrangement couldn't be handled.

It's important to know that Hong Kong Island has no shortage of masters.

Even if those masters can't solve or break the Seven Fiends Soul-Seizing Formation, what about those gurus?

For those masters, the seven skeletons of maids buried beneath the pond in Caijia Entertainment Garden were the perfect material.

Their attempt to resolve the issue would have been a win-win situation: they would have obtained the materials and made a fortune. However, over the years, not a single master has come forward to solve the Cai family's problem.

The Choi family is not without roots in Hong Kong Island. After a century of development, it is no exaggeration to call them local tyrants. They have access to some resources, but what happened?

A seemingly minor Seven Fiends Soul-Seizing Scheme has been delayed for nearly a century without being resolved. Not only has it remained unresolved, but Yu Yuan has also become the second most haunted house in Hong Kong.

A similar situation occurred in the Yu family, also known as the Medicine King's family.

The curse of the Yu family, the Medicine King, has lasted for nearly a century.

Is it difficult to break that curse?

It's difficult in some ways, but not difficult in others.

Afterwards, I discussed it with Fatty Lin. Fatty Lin felt that although the Yu family's curse was difficult to deal with, it could be resolved by some feng shui masters in Hong Kong. He wondered why those masters hadn't been able to resolve it.

"If someone can greet me and tell me not to eat the food I shouldn't eat, and not to touch the cake I shouldn't touch, then I can greet others!"

Just then, the White Dragon King's voice slowly drifted over.

"Why did the president of that metaphysics association do this?" Fatty Lin asked.

"I don't know, but he called me personally, so I can't refuse him!" the White Dragon King replied.

"Is the Metaphysics Association very powerful?" I asked.

The White Dragon King grunted and said, "What's the biggest power in Hong Kong? Various associations!"

"There are liquor associations and tobacco associations. These associations, large and small, are actually tools used by industry giants to monopolize the industry. The number of associations corresponds to the number of monopolistic giants!"

There's a saying: "If you don't join an association, you won't end up on the dinner table!"

"As long as you don't join the association, you'll always be at their mercy, always worried about being completely devoured!"

"Uncle Nan, I understand. The industry standards and rules are set by the association members themselves. They are both players and referees, and they decide the wins and losses. As long as you don't join the association, you will always be the one being exploited, right?"

"That's what Fatty Lin said."

"That's right!"

The White Dragon King smiled somewhat helplessly and said, "Back then, I was given instructions: if I stubbornly resisted and continued to help the Cai family with their affairs, I'm not sure about other things, but Huang Dacheng would definitely not acknowledge me as his master again or help me build momentum!"

At this point, he paused and said, "Actually, I wanted to bring this up when we talked about Zhenbang last time, but then I thought you guys are Lui's people and have mainland connections, so I didn't!"

"Uncle Nan, do you think anyone will greet us this time?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"I don't know!" The White Dragon King thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer.

"I have a suggestion for you: it's best not to confront them head-on!"

After saying that, the White Dragon King added another sentence.

"Okay, Uncle Nan, we understand!" Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, replied, and hung up the phone.

"Fatty, I feel something's wrong!"

I put down my phone and said in a deep voice.

"I also think that's not right!" Fatty Lin nodded.

"Fatty, now we'll see if anyone greets us. If they do, there's definitely something fishy going on. If not, then forget it, maybe we're just overthinking it!" I said.

"Brother, Fatty, don't worry, I'll always stand behind you. I can't guarantee anything else, but I promise you one thing: if anyone tries to harm you or kill you, no matter who it is, I'll send them down to their graves to be buried with you!"

Long Nier then spoke up.

"Ni'er, the way you're saying it makes it sound like we're going to die!" I was horrified by what Long Ni'er said.

The phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

I glanced at it and saw that it was posted by the big boss who was in charge of the water room.

"Brother Fa, what's wrong? Is your leg bothering you again?"

After answering the call, I asked directly.

"No, Thirteen, your medicine is very effective! My legs rarely have problems anymore!"

The big boss chuckled and said, "Liu Jiwen just called me and asked for your number. You should know what's going on!"

"Liu Jiwen?"

I muttered to myself, "That Wu Peiwen, the underworld's go-to feng shui master?"

"Yes, that's him!"

The expert gave a positive reply, saying, "Alright, I've communicated everything. That's all I know. Bye!"

After saying that, the big shot hung up the phone without giving me a chance to ask any more questions.

"What does Wu Peiwen want our phone numbers for?" Fatty Lin asked curiously.

As soon as the words left his mouth, a certain possibility occurred to him, and he asked, "They're not here to say hello, are they?"

"Possibly!" I said.

Because Wu Peiwen had worked in the Correctional Services Department, which is a prison, he was also known as Liu Jiwen.

In Hong Kong, prison guards are called "Liu Ji" in underworld slang, so Wu Peiwen got the nickname "Liu Ji Wen".

Just after the White Dragon King finished speaking about greeting us, Boss Fa informed us that Liu Jiwen, the underworld's go-to feng shui master, had gotten my number from him. What he wanted to do was self-evident.

"Fatty, to be honest, I'm kind of looking forward to this call!" I said again.

"I'm looking forward to it too!" said Fatty Lin.

No sooner had he finished speaking than my phone rang.

I glanced at it; the last four digits were 741.

Fatty Lin peeked over, saw the number, chuckled, and said, "741, interesting. This number subtly matches the esoteric numerology of 'avoiding evil spirits.' Crazy, answer it, it's definitely Liu Jiwen!"

"Um!"

I nodded and pressed the answer button. A slightly hoarse voice came through: "Mr. Feng, my name is Wu Peiwen, and I have a nickname in the martial arts world: Liu Jiwen!"

As expected, it really was Wu Peiwen, the top feng shui master for the Hong Kong underworld, also known as Liu Jiwen.

This man, through his work as a prison guard in the Correctional Services Department, made connections with a group of underworld bosses, built up a network of contacts, and became the number one feng shui master for the underworld.

It is said that he controls half of the Hong Kong underworld by adjusting the feng shui of the leaders of Yi An and Sheng Wo. I just don't know what he wants to say to us!

"Did Master Wu call me because of something?" I asked.

"Master Feng, let me be frank. You brothers shouldn't interfere in the Cai family's Yuanlang Entertainment Garden business." Wu Peiwen got straight to the point, his calm tone carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

Are you ordering us around?

I narrowed my eyes and asked in a cold voice.