Chapter 7

### Chapter Seven: The Feng Shui of the Stanley Police Station!

Zhou Ying, her face beaming with excitement, hurried back to the Ming Pao Building. She knew that once again, she had grasped the pulse of Hong Kong, and the entire city would be abuzz.

**"Great Feng Shui! Great Learning!"** Wang Zhong's argument was published on the front page of Ming Pao, and countless readers commented on his points, some in support and others in opposition. Fortunately, many influential feng shui masters in Hong Kong and Taiwan quickly came to his aid. The origins, legends, and stories behind books like *Ba Zhai Ming Jing*, *Guo Lu Yin Yang*, and *Jin Suo Yu Xia* were also compiled and published by other newspapers.

A new feng shui craze swept through Hong Kong and Taiwan. If a feng shui master didn't quote a few lines from *Guo Lu Yin Yang* or *Jin Suo Yu Xia* while examining a site, they would be considered inadequate.

For the first time, the feng shui world unveiled a part of its mysterious veil, allowing people to glimpse a small corner of it. From the ten famous feng shui sites in Hong Kong to the extraordinary stories of figures like Lai Buyi and Yang Jiupin, all became topics of conversation among the people of Hong Kong.

Many people, inspired by the report, visited metaphysical shops with a sense of curiosity. According to media reports, the number of clients for Hong Kong feng shui masters increased by 20% due to this article, and many in the industry jokingly referred to Wang Zhong as a "lucky star."

Feng shui masters in the industry unanimously supported him, and even the senior feng shui master, Mr. Chen, published a commentary.

**"A Comprehensive View of Feng Shui"**

With a seasoned writing style, Mr. Chen meticulously described the origins, traditions, and characteristics of various schools such as the Nine Star School, the Eight Trigram School, Yang Gong Feng Shui, and the Three Emperors School. However, he focused on exposing the scoundrels of the metaphysical world, the Jiangxiang School. During the Republic of China era, the Jiangxiang School used underhanded methods like cheating and fraud to wreak havoc across the country. Many people were deceived, including wealthy landlords, villagers, intellectuals, and even warlord Liu Xiang and the then-Chairman of the Nationalist Party, Chiang Kai-shek. They were finally suppressed by the collaboration of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Intelligence Bureau.

In the conclusion of his article, Mr. Chen revealed the common tricks used by the Jiangxiang School, urging people to be vigilant.

"Turns out, the 'ghost knocking' involves smearing animal blood on the door to attract bats."

"Another cruel trick, 'rowing against the current,' involves poisoning a child with mercury and using a rope to make a small boat appear to be rowing against the current!"

Wang Zhong's article came first, followed by Mr. Chen's, though they had not collaborated, their works complemented each other, one straightforward and the other intriguing.

The wave created by Wang Zhong's article, with the help of people like Uncle Cai, sparked another feng shui craze in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Wang Zhong also benefited greatly, with some media even dubbing him the "new generation feng shui master."

Although this title was self-proclaimed by some media for attention, and was criticized by many in the industry, it also indicated that Wang Zhong's feng shui skills were gradually being recognized by the people of Hong Kong.

Inspector Ng Lok, the famous "Five Billion Dollar Inspector," sat in his office, a rare moment without social engagements, quietly reading the newspaper.

"This Wang Zhong is quite a character, stirring up trouble wherever he goes!"

"This guy is quite a troublemaker. Now the triads are practicing martial arts, it's a headache!"

Ren Dazhong, though he said it was a headache, showed no signs of panic, even a hint of amusement.

"Da Rong, find a time to warn those kids to behave. If anyone dares to be reckless, there are plenty of empty cells in Stanley Prison!"

Ng Lok was indifferent. Although the triads were rampant, it depended on who they were dealing with. In Ng Lok's eyes, the triads were just a tool to maintain his own power. If any of them were truly foolish, Ng Lok would be happy to send them to Stanley Prison.

"How is the formation of the Flying Tigers going?"

Ng Lok asked, concerned. The Flying Tigers were a long-term plan of his. Although nominally part of the police force, they were equipped and trained to the same standards as the military.

Due to political reasons, Hong Kong had no military presence, and the security handover was a focal point of negotiations between China and the UK. With the tacit approval of both sides, Ng Lok had the opportunity to establish the Flying Tigers.

"The personnel, equipment, and funding are all in place, but the selection of instructors is still undecided. Both sides want their own people to take the lead."

Ren Dazhong said in a low voice.

Ng Lok lit a cigar and gently tapped the table. Seeing the newspaper, he had a sudden idea, and the frequency of his tapping slowed.

"Boss Ng, do you have a plan?"

Ren Dazhong asked in surprise.

"Let's not talk about that yet, I need to think more about it!"

Ng Lok didn't give a direct answer, changing the subject:

"Why did you come to see me today?"

"Boss Ng, the design plans for the Stanley Police Station are ready, take a look!"

Ren Dazhong spread out a roll of blueprints from his bag.

"The British designer, Jean Blair, his works are full of artistic flair, deeply loved by European nobility!"

"Very nice, the use of Roman columns and reliefs makes the police station look like a beautiful park!"

Ng Lok carefully examined the blueprints and sincerely commented.

"That's Mr. Blair's style! He believes the police station should be humane!"

Ren Dazhong praised.

"Foreign designs are good, but we can't rely entirely on them!"

Ng Lok's face was hidden behind the smoke, making it hard to see his expression. But Ren Dazhong, who knew him well, understood that this was a sign of dissatisfaction with Blair's design.

"The police station for the people of Hong Kong should be designed by the people of Hong Kong!"

"I'll hold a press conference and hire a famous Hong Kong designer!"

Ren Dazhong stood at attention and respectfully said.

"The newspaper has praised Wang Zhong to the skies, let him design it!"

Ng Lok stopped tapping the table and said casually.

"Yes!"

Although Ng Lok spoke lightly, Ren Dazhong did not dare to disobey. The negotiations over Hong Kong were in full swing, and high-ranking officials and super-rich tycoons were being forced to take sides. Hiring a Hong Kong designer might not fully satisfy the British government, but it wouldn't offend them too much. It was also a goodwill gesture to the mainland.

Wang Zhong looked at the invitation letter from the Hong Kong Police with a mix of surprise and honor. The selection and design of the Stanley Police Station would be independently completed by Wang Zhong, though he could also form his own team.

Stanley, a place most Hong Kong people would rather avoid, was home to the notorious Stanley Prison.

The movie *Prison on Fire*, starring Fai and Wai, was filmed in Stanley. Although the plot was somewhat exaggerated for dramatic effect, the darkness and violence depicted were undeniable.

"Stanley is named for its red rocks. From a feng shui perspective, mountains and rivers are the dragon, and trees and vegetation are the dragon's scales. Stanley, lacking vegetation, has a damaged dragon vein, making it a sick dragon, unsuitable for living or working."

Fortunately, the police belong to the fire element and are a violent institution. Although the feng shui of Stanley is dangerous, it has little impact on the police station. Wang Zhong pulled out a map of Stanley and pointed to the marked earth veins, smiling.

"I often hear about the wonders of feng shui. I wonder if I have the honor to accompany Mr. Wang?"

Ren Dazhong asked curiously, smiling.

"If Inspector Ren is interested, I would be delighted!"

Wang Zhong did not hesitate, knowing that Ren Dazhong was likely testing his abilities.

Wang Zhong held a compass and stood quietly in a high, open place, with the entire Stanley in view.

Stanley, close to the sea and lacking vegetation, felt particularly cold. Combined with the dark prison in the distance, it gave an eerie feeling.

A few tourists from the mainland, seemingly affected by this atmosphere, took a few photos and quickly left.

"This eerie feeling has both psychological and physiological factors. In feng shui, it is called 'field state.' The economy of Stanley has not improved because of this. It cannot retain people, let alone other things. I plan to break this eerie field state and make the feng shui of Stanley prosperous."

Wang Zhong said, with a sense of grandeur, as if he were playing a game on a chessboard of the world.

"Mr. Wang, I often hear that mountains govern people and water governs wealth. Why is there no wealth here, despite its proximity to the sea?"

Ren Dazhong, seeing Wang Zhong's confident demeanor, asked with a smile.

"Inspector Ren is correct. In feng shui, water represents wealth. However, not all water is good. There is wealth water and poverty water. The eastern water in the seventh period is wealth water, while the western water is poverty water. The sea in Stanley is in the east, which should be wealth water, beneficial for wealth. However, the coastline is steep and straight, lacking the embrace of the land. Without a beach, there is water without a reservoir, which means wealth cannot be retained. Therefore, the economy of Stanley, although showing some improvement, has not been good."

Wang Zhong explained without hesitation.

"Mr. Wang, do you mean that the poor economy of Stanley is largely due to its feng shui?"

Ren Dazhong asked, a bit uncertain.

"Of course!"

Wang Zhong replied confidently.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant! Mr. Wang's skills are absolutely top-notch!"

Ren Dazhong extended his thumb in sincere praise.

Wang Zhong smiled and said no more. He held the compass and slowly positioned it, then began to make notes on the map he carried.