Jinlong Building, first floor, Huang Ji's Dining Room
"Mr. Pei, if it weren't for you last time, that Taipei deal would have lost me at least ten million. This time, you must help me out no matter what," said Mr. Chen earnestly.
The Feng Shui Master, Mr. Pei, appeared to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with no distinguishing features—two eyes, a nose, a mouth—in short, an ordinary appearance. Especially with some dark circles under his eyes, he looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights. He listened quietly to Mr. Chen seated across the table, nodding occasionally.
Next to Mr. Chen was a young man with a defiant expression, dressed in an expensive handmade suit, sitting with his legs crossed, scrutinizing Mr. Pei with a gaze that was half-skeptical.
"This is just a small token of my thanks, please don't take it as anything more."
