Henry Foster stopped the indignant Michael Bolton beside him, letting David Thompson leave. With so many town residents witnessing tonight’s events, it wouldn’t take long before word spread throughout the entire town. Feng shui isn’t like other professions—if you make even one mistake, your reputation is ruined, and it’s unlikely that anyone in town would ask him for feng shui advice again in the future.

The way of conduct among Chinese people has always emphasized not cutting off others’ livelihoods, leaving room for others so you can meet again in the future! However, Henry Foster understood that if he didn’t point out David Thompson’s mistake in public, and let him continue giving feng shui advice to the townspeople, another family might end up in the same situation as his second uncle’s. That was something he didn’t want to see.

“Xiaoyu, your second uncle really has to thank you this time, otherwise…” Henry Foster’s second and third uncles walked over together. Second uncle patted Henry Foster on the shoulder, still feeling lingering fear.

“Second uncle, we’re family, there’s no need to thank me. Just have second aunt stew a braised pork knuckle for me. I haven’t had her pork knuckle in ages.” Henry Foster deliberately stuck out his tongue and pretended to lick his lips, making second uncle laugh heartily, “No problem, you can have as many pork knuckles as you want, I’ll have your aunt make as many as you like!”

“Xiaoyu, who did you learn feng shui from? And did you draw that talisman yourself?” James Bolton asked from the side.

“I learned from a Taoist priest on the mountain before. He also gave me this talisman.”

Henry Foster replied, having already thought of an explanation. There’s a mountain near the town, and there used to be a Taoist temple there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very popular, and there was only one priest. The priest passed away two years ago, and the temple has since fallen into ruin.

In the past, Henry Foster often went to the temple to play, since the mountain wasn’t very high. During high school, when the study pressure was heavy, Henry Foster would often climb the mountain to relax, and over time, he got to know the Taoist priest.

“So that’s how it is. It seems that priest was a master, what a pity he’s already passed away.”

James Bolton didn’t doubt his nephew’s words; this explanation was quite believable. The crowd suddenly understood—so he had a master teaching him! No wonder he understood feng shui at such a young age. Only Michael Bolton’s eyes flashed with a strange light, but he said nothing.

Henry Foster’s words could fool anyone, but not him. When he saw the talisman, he immediately thought of the wolf-hair brush and cinnabar Henry Foster had asked him to find. But since his cousin didn’t want to say more, he naturally wouldn’t expose him.

……

“Crackle, crackle!”

The sound of firecrackers continued non-stop. The housewarming banquet for second uncle’s new house was lively, with over thirty tables. After a whole day of merrymaking, everyone finally dispersed, and Henry Foster returned home with his parents.

Henry Foster’s parents are civil servants, making theirs a well-off family in town. But since his parents had to work, Henry Foster was often home alone, which could feel a bit lonely.

After what happened at his second uncle’s house, Henry Foster understood even more the value of the Zhuge Internal Classic. He spent this period at home studying it carefully, also searching for information online and reading feng shui classics like “Ma Yi Xiang Fa” and “Han Long Jing,” comparing them with the Zhuge Internal Classic and gaining a lot.

If he wanted to stand out within two years and be worthy of Emily Bennett, Henry Foster knew he could only rely on the Zhuge Internal Classic in his mind.

Just like that, Henry Foster stayed at home for over a month, until he received a phone call.

“Hello, Xiaoyu, it’s your eldest uncle. Come over to my place now!”

Eldest uncle Robert Bolton’s deep voice came through the phone. Henry Foster replied, “Oh, okay, I’ll be right there!”

Henry Foster’s eldest uncle is the town mayor, usually busy with work, so Henry Foster only saw him a few times a year. This time, his uncle suddenly called, and he couldn’t figure out what it was about.

His uncle’s house was quite far from Henry Foster’s, so he had to lock the courtyard gate and ride his electric scooter over.

When he arrived at his uncle’s house, Henry Foster saw that his uncle was already waiting at the door, along with another middle-aged man.

“Uncle, what do you need me for?” Henry Foster stopped his scooter and asked.

“Xiaoyu, this is Secretary Harris.”

Robert Bolton smiled as he introduced the middle-aged man beside him to Henry Foster.

“Secretary Harris, so he’s a secretary. If uncle is introducing him personally, he must be the secretary of a big shot in the county—either the Party Secretary or the County Chief.” Henry Foster thought to himself, then quickly said aloud:

“Hello, Secretary Harris!”

“No need to be so polite. Your uncle called you here at my request. There’s something I need your help with.”

Secretary Harris was all warmth, without any official airs. Not only did he need a favor, but Robert Bolton’s status was no lower than his, and they were both on the same team, so there was no need to put on a show in front of their own people.

“Let’s go inside and talk, Xiaoyu. Secretary Harris really does have something he needs your help with this time.”

The group entered the main hall, and aunt served tea to the three of them. Only after taking a sip did Secretary Harris explain the situation.

It turned out that Secretary Harris was the county chief’s secretary. As a secretary, it was his job to help his leader solve problems. Recently, the county chief’s family had been troubled: the county chief’s wife had inexplicably fallen and broken her back, and not long after, the county chief’s daughter suddenly slipped down the stairs at school. She was still recuperating at home and often had nightmares.