Lin Fang did not leave Brightlight immediately, but was privately called by Faulkner to a small reception room on the 17th floor.
The room was very quiet, the dark gray carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and the heavy curtains were half-drawn, blocking the strong afternoon sunlight in Los Angeles. Several abstract paintings by American contemporary artists were hung on the wooden wall panels, with messy lines, but they seemed to be telling an invisible tension.
Faulkner sat opposite the sofa, wearing a straight suit and looking solemn. He picked up the glass kettle on the table, poured himself a glass of ice water, and subconsciously turned around, as if weighing something.
"Mr. Lin," he finally spoke, his voice low and restrained, "I believe you are not a quack."
"Oh?" Lin Fang picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and the black liquid swayed slightly along his slender knuckles. He did not answer immediately, but just raised his eyes and looked at the white middle-aged CEO with a smile.
"What you just said - Eagle Head, Tasha, I thought you were just trying to get attention, but something has happened in the past few days." Faulkner lowered his voice, his tone clearly revealing suppressed anxiety.
He paused, as if to calm down some emotions, and then continued: "Our company has a merger and acquisition case, which was originally negotiated, but the other party suddenly regretted it. What's worse is that they leaked the bottom line of our offer for the acquisition, causing our stock price to fall continuously and the opinions within the board of directors began to split."
Lin Fang gently put down the coffee cup: "Do you suspect someone is setting up a game from the inside?"
"Yes." Faulkner nodded, his eyes calm, "I suspect it's Tom. He is our chief financial officer and a heavyweight on the board of directors. But I have no evidence. The chairman is obviously inclined to support him at the moment. If I act rashly, I'm afraid I will be bitten back."
Lin Fang looked at him, his expression calm, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"So you came to me to ask me to use Feng Shui and numerology to help you 'break the situation'?"
Faulkner was silent for two seconds, nodded, and his tone was mixed with complex emotions: "I know this sounds ridiculous. But the scene of you dealing with the Eagle Killer these two days made me start to rethink the existence of the so-called 'invisible force'."
Lin Fang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if he was calculating with his fingers. Then he opened his eyes and his expression became sharp:
"Tell me first, what is the name of the other company?"
"Beacon Biotech, a biotechnology company located in San Francisco, mainly develops metabolic intervention drugs."
"When was the preliminary letter of intent signed?"
"One and a half months ago, on May 13th."
Lin Fang nodded, untied his shoulder bag, and took out three pieces of yellow paper and a bronze coin from it. He folded the yellow paper in a specific order to form a simple six-line divination plate, and then handed the coin over.
"Please toss the coin three times yourself and record the heads and tails."
Faulkner raised his eyebrows, with a suspicious look in his eyes, but he still did as Lin Fang asked. He tossed the coin carefully, treading on thin ice every time.
Lin Fang quickly wrote the result on the back of the yellow paper, his eyes focused. His eyes gradually became deep, as if he was immersed in an order that belonged only to him. After a moment, he slowly spoke:
"The hexagram of the six lines is "Lei Ze Gui Mei" of "Di Ze Lin". The original hexagram means "Lin Ren Er Mo", which symbolizes that the superior governs the people with virtue. The changed hexagram "Guimei" means "marrying a daughter to someone else", which is a symbol of harmony, but because the line changes to "Kun", it becomes a sign of a trap."
Faulkner was a little confused: "What does it mean?"
Lin Fang put the paper on the table and tapped it with his fingertips: "You think you are leading the merger, but in fact you are being led by the other party. "Gui Mei" means marriage, which means taking the initiative to deliver to the door. The changeable line is Kun, which means that this marriage is not a good match. You were led into the game, and the other party was well prepared."
Faulkner's face changed slightly, as if a cold wind blew across his back.
"More importantly -" Lin Fang slowly turned his eyes to the window, "Someone in your company took the initiative to leak strategic secrets to the other party, and Beacon Biotech chose to go back on their word based on the fact that they had mastered these secrets."
"How do you know?" Faulkner's face suddenly changed, and his voice trembled slightly.
Lin Fang said calmly: "Mr. Faulkner, have you noticed - the bonsai in the southwest corner of your boardroom?"
"The pot of 'Japanese elm'?" Faulkner frowned, obviously remembering, "I brought it back when I was on a business trip to Tokyo, what's the problem?"
Lin Fang's voice was calm but suffocating: "There is a remote monitoring device hidden in it. When I was dealing with the Eagle Evil just now, the bronze mirror accidentally captured a high-frequency pulse noise, which was almost the same frequency as the one I found in the past when I assisted the domestic police in solving illegal monitoring cases."
Faulkner's expression stiffened instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
"You mean... there's a bug in the conference room?"
Lin Fang nodded, his tone like a cold knife piercing people's vigilance: "And do you always hold internal strategy discussions in that conference room?"
Faulkner didn't say anything, but just slowly lowered his head, his eyes gradually turning cold.
"I'll check it myself." He said, his voice no longer hesitant as before, but with a sharp execution.
Lin Fang added: "This is just the surface. The deeper structural flaw is that there is a problem with the Feng Shui layout of your entire building."
"What do you mean?"
"In Feng Shui, there is a fundamental principle of Qi called 'ventilation and gathering of Qi'. The vitality must enter from the east and north and flow along the river to gather wealth and fortune. And your main ventilation outlet in the southwest corner is actually a structure that is forced to exhaust to the roof - this is an extremely unreasonable pattern."
Faulkner's face changed: "The ventilation renovation... was led by Tom, the vice president of finance, last year."
"Yes." Lin Fang stood up and walked to the window, his tone steady and powerful, "The wind blows out from the southwest, and the wealth is empty. The 'aura' of this building is being deliberately shorted. Eagle evil town master, wind outlet to discharge wealth, monitoring set up a trap, three-pronged approach - you Brightlight, now a shell."
The air seemed to solidify in an instant, Faulkner's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were full of vigilance and anger.
"Mr. Lin, can I... hire you as our group's Feng Shui strategic consultant? Starting salary of $20,000 per month, plus company options and bonuses."
Lin Fang looked at him, his eyes not moved by the fire of interests, just a calm smile.
"No hurry. I want more than just a consulting position."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to set up a bureau here." Lin Fang's eyes passed over the steel forest of the city outside the window and fell between the buildings under the golden glow of the setting sun in the distance, "Use the Eastern Feng Shui to control the flow of Western capital. You, Brightlight, are just a starting point."
Faulkner did not speak, but just looked at him with a complicated look.
...
Late that night
On the 16th floor of the Brightlight Building, a Mexican cleaner who was responsible for night cleaning was cleaning the boardroom. He dragged the vacuum cleaner and swept in front of the "Japanese Elm" in the southwest corner, accidentally knocking down a branch.
Click--
A very light sound came.
A black chip the size of a fingernail rolled out of the mud, with an invisible electronic number engraved on the shell.
The cleaner was stunned for a moment, bent down to pick up the chip, his eyes full of confusion. He looked around and put it in his pocket.
A camera in the corner of the conference room turned silently, recording everything.
This video was encrypted and sent to Faulkner's private mailbox that night.
…
Three days later
Brightlight issued an announcement:
Officially abandon the acquisition plan of Beacon Biotech;
Immediately carry out internal structural rectification of the boardroom;
Vice President Tom's position was suspended, and the board of directors initiated an independent investigation process;
At the same time, the group hired an independent consulting team to evaluate the company's building ventilation system and environmental layout.
At the same time, Lin Fang also received a private email-the sender was signed as Bella Harrison, co-founder and CEO of Talon Capital.
This company is the operator behind Beacon Biotech.
The email only contained a short but meaningful sentence:
"Mr. Lin, I heard that you are good at reading the game. Why don't you come and see ours?
The Feng Shui game has not ended, but the business war has already begun.