Chapter 146: Fate is Just Splashing Cash

Cheng Qiang was also stunned by the news.

Although he knew very well that his son was no ordinary troublemaker, he never expected that his son would taste the forbidden fruit at the tender age of fourteen or fifteen. If it were with someone of his own age, it might have been tolerable, but Cheng Haoyu actually fancied a mature woman who was twice his age!

Such a situation was simply too much for him to accept.

Cheng Qiang suddenly spun around and interrogated his son, "Haoyu, tell me, is what Master Feng said true?"

"This..." Cheng Haoyu's face flushed red in an instant. He desperately wanted to lie, but the smiling and watching expression of Feng Yong nearby sent a chill of genuine terror through his heart, stripping away even the courage to lie.

Hesitating and feeling deeply awkward, Cheng Haoyu stammered "this" for a long time without being able to give a definitive answer.

Yet his reaction had already spoken volumes.

Pointing straight at Cheng Haoyu's nose, Cheng Qiang gritted his teeth in extreme vexation, "I knew it! There's no way Master Feng could possibly be wrong! You little bastard, you really know how to bring honor to your old man! Forget it, I don't have time to deal with you right now. Once I finish handling the important matters, I'll settle accounts with you slowly!"

"Dad..." Cheng Haoyu turned pale with fright and hastily tried to plead for mercy.

However, Cheng Qiang had no spare time to listen to his nonsense at the moment. With a cold snort, he pointed at the luggage held by Feng Yong's bodyguards and attendants, and commanded, "I am not in the mood to listen to your gibberish. What are you standing there in a daze for? Hurry up and help Master Feng carry his luggage! You brat, why are you always so clueless?"

Normally, if anyone asked Cheng Haoyu to carry luggage for someone else, he would have flown into a rage and refused flat out. But right now, he lacked the courage to do so. After stuttering out two affirmative replies, he hurried forward, snatched the luggage from the bodyguards and attendants, and pushed it as he walked out of the airport.

Meanwhile, Cheng Qiang accompanied Feng Yong with a face full of ingratiating smiles.

Bowing and scraping as he led the way for Feng Yong, he pleaded, "Master Feng, I only have this one son. If possible, I sincerely hope you can bestow a little guidance upon him. I ask for nothing else, just that you might save him from the condition of depleted kidney essence. I am still counting on him to carry on the family line and pass down the enterprise I've worked so hard to build..."

Despite Cheng Qiang's ruthless methods when dealing with business competitors, he pampered his son to an extreme degree. This was precisely the root cause of Cheng Haoyu's arrogant and domineering personality! After all, excessive pampering is tantamount to killing with kindness.

Feng Yong chuckled lightly without giving an answer.

Instead, an attendant beside him stepped forward to explain, "The Master does not casually offer guidance to just anyone. Everything depends on fate. If the affinity has arrived, it is not impossible for the Master to help your son reverse his condition of depleted kidney essence. But if the affinity has not yet arrived, even if you were to kneel and beg the Master, he would not offer a single word of guidance."

How could Cheng Qiang, a veteran of the treacherous business world, fail to understand the underlying implication of these words?

Externally, he did not show any particular reaction, but inwardly, he was already rolling his eyes and complaining, "Fate? To hell with your fate! If you want money, just say so outright instead of dragging fate into this. Doesn't that feel a bit hypocritical?"

Of course, these thoughts remained strictly confined to his mind; he certainly wouldn't dare voice them where Feng Yong could hear. After all, he still needed Feng Yong to alter his fortune and adjust his feng shui.

"Hehe, thank you, young man, for clearing that up! I believe the affinity between my son and the Master must be profound indeed!" Cheng Qiang said with a flattering smile. He made a firm resolve in his heart: once Feng Yong helped him turn his fortune around and revived his business, he would throw money at them wildly until that "affinity" was more than enough!

Guided by Cheng Qiang and Cheng Haoyu, the group soon walked out of the airport.

Parked by the roadside outside the terminal was a Mercedes-Benz business van. Cheng Qiang hurried forward, personally pulled open the door for Feng Yong, and said with an ingratiating smile, "Master, please get in." At the same time, he did not forget to bark at Feng Haoyu, "You little idiot, what are you standing there foolishly for? Quickly help the Master put the luggage in the trunk!"

"Wait, there's no rush!" Feng Yong waved a hand to stop him. Then, squinting slightly, he walked around the Mercedes-Benz van, touching and tapping it here and there before finally shaking his head.

"What is it, Master? Does this car not meet your requirements?" Cheng Qiang asked with a nervous expression.

Recently, due to financial troubles, many of his previous luxury cars had been used as collateral to pay off debts. This Mercedes-Benz van was practically the only decent vehicle left at home. If Feng Yong was unsatisfied and felt it lacked sufficient class, he would have no choice but to find a way to rent a luxury car.

Without answering the question, Feng Yong turned to the attendant following beside him and said, "Mingzai, you tell them what is wrong with this vehicle." Following that, he smiled and introduced him to Cheng Qiang, "This is Zhu Ziming. You can call him Mingzai. He is my senior disciple and enjoys a very high reputation in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia."

"Oh, so it is Master Zhu! No wonder—the moment I first laid eyes on Master Zhu, I could tell he was no ordinary person..." Cheng Qiang immediately began showering them with flattery; after all, sweet-talking cost nothing.

After exchanging a few simple, polite pleasantries with Cheng Qiang, Zhu Ziming took out a specially crafted feng shui luopan from his shoulder bag. Holding the compass in both hands, he walked around the Mercedes-Benz van once, and then climbed inside to sit for a moment.

The father-and-son duo of Cheng Qiang and Cheng Haoyu watched this scene completely bewildered, utterly failing to grasp the meaning behind it. Especially seeing the needle on the feng shui luopan spinning frantically in circles, they felt a profound sense of awe combined with absolute confusion.

After tossing about for ten-odd minutes, Zhu Ziming hopped out of the Mercedes-Benz van and said with a solemn expression, "This car is no good; it is prone to accidents. We had better switch to another vehicle!"

Prone to accidents?

Was that supposed to be an explanation? Who did he think he was? A mechanic at a 4S dealership?

Cheng Qiang's jaw dropped, and he genuinely felt an urge to curse out loud.

Although he believed in Feng Yong's abilities, he still harbored deep suspicions toward Zhu Ziming, someone he had never even heard of before.

However, considering that he still needed their help, Cheng Qiang had to forcibly swallow his anger and say with a flattering smile, "Ah... Very well, let's change cars. Please wait a moment, I will call for another vehicle right away."

Feng Yong waved his hand dismissively. "There is no need to go to such trouble. Are there not taxis right here? We can just hail any cab. I am not particularly fastidious when it comes to travel."

Assuming the man was merely joking, Cheng Qiang was taken aback when Feng Yong actually stepped forward and flagged down a taxi. With no other choice, he had to board the cab alongside Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming. As for Cheng Haoyu, he was crammed into another taxi together with Feng Yong's bodyguards and attendants.