Nails in a Feng Shui Layout

Feng Jinxuan's question was like a precise probe, instantly piercing through all of Yu Jinli's joking pretense.

She looked at him; the man's eyes were sharp, devoid of any hint of jest. He had clearly also sensed that this stone was extraordinary.

Yu Jinli took a deep breath, her playful demeanor vanishing. She knew this wasn't the time to talk about reimbursement; this was a matter of life and death for both of them.

“I don’t know its scientific name,” she said in a low voice, her expression serious, “but in my field of expertise, this thing is called a ‘stun nail’.”

Feng Jinxuan frowned slightly, but did not interrupt her, gesturing for her to continue.

“This is a very insidious feng shui tool,” Yu Jinli said, pointing to the black stone. “It has no inherent harmful power; it acts like a signal amplifier. If you compare your bad luck to a router, normally the signal only covers a small area around you. But this ‘evil nail’ is like a directional antenna that can amplify and focus your bad luck signal, then precisely cover the entire construction site.”

She paused, her tone growing even more somber: "Its purpose is very clear: to keep you here so that you either get hit by falling objects, suffer from mechanical malfunctions, or fall and stumble. In short, it will infinitely amplify the probability of an accident until something happens to you."

After Yu Jinli finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Feng Jinxuan's gaze shifted back and forth between the black stone and her. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

He neither questioned nor mocked.

After a moment of silence, he took out his phone and dialed Assistant Wang's number directly.

The moment the call connected, his instructions were clearly conveyed. His tone was calm and even, without any emotional fluctuations, yet every word carried significant weight.

"Notify Manager Li that all construction work at the site must be stopped immediately for a safety inspection. The entire area must be sealed off, and no one is allowed to approach it."

“Designate our current location, along with a 50-meter radius around it, as the highest-level security zone. Deploy the most reliable security personnel here for 24-hour shifts.”

"In addition, erase all surveillance footage of our visit here. All accompanying personnel must sign the highest level of confidentiality agreement today."

Yu Jinli was secretly surprised as she listened to him give orders in an orderly manner.

She had thought she would have to use a lot of persuasion to convince this materialistic CEO of metaphysics. Unexpectedly, he accepted it so quickly and handled it so decisively.

After finishing the call, Feng Jinxuan put away his phone and said to her, "Get in the car."

The atmosphere inside the Rolls-Royce was even more somber than when we arrived.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, but the interior was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yu Jinli hugged the suit jacket that still carried Feng Jinxuan's body heat, feeling as if she had just retreated from a war without gunpowder.

"The 'destructive nail' you mentioned," Feng Jinxuan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "is there a way to trace its origin?"

His question hit the nail on the head.

Yu Jinli shook her head: "It's difficult. People who make these things are usually very careful and won't leave any clues that can be directly traced. It's like a bomb that was detonated remotely. All we can do now is dismantle it, but it's very difficult to find the person who pressed the button immediately."

"Demolish it." Feng Jinxuan repeated the two words. "Do you have a way?"

“Yes,” Yu Jinli nodded, “but not here. I need some tools, and the process cannot be disturbed by outsiders.”

Feng Jinxuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

He leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees, producing a rhythmic, soft sound.

This is a small, habitual gesture he makes when he's thinking deeply.

Yu Jinli looked at him; the man's handsome profile flickered in and out of the car window. Despite being at the center of a vicious conspiracy against her, he showed not a trace of panic or fear.

That innate calmness and control gave her a strange sense of peace.

Perhaps, being associated with this cursed lone star isn't all bad.

At least, he's a powerful enough client. No, according to the agreement, she's the client.

To correct myself, at least he is a sufficiently powerful service provider.

"You just said that this thing amplified my misfortune," Feng Jinxuan spoke again, his question still sharp. "The basis for this amplification is my own 'field of misfortune.' So, what exactly is this 'field'?"

Here comes the thirst for knowledge of a science guy.

Yu Jinli cleared his throat and decided to explain this complex metaphysical question in a way that he could understand.

“Boss, you can think of each person as an independent ecosystem.” She tried to make her language sound more scientific. “Ordinary people are like ecosystems that are relatively balanced, with sunshine and rain, as well as wind and rain, and can generally maintain stability. But you…”

She paused, carefully choosing her words.

“Your personal ecosystem may be experiencing a… uh, a long-term, devastating ‘nuclear winter.’” She used an analogy: “The system no longer generates any ‘good luck’ internally, but instead continuously radiates ‘bad luck’ outwards. This radiation is what you feel as ‘bad luck’.”

Feng Jinxuan listened quietly without interrupting.

Yu Jin KPI Li continued to explain: "And me, my constitution is like a portable 'solar power bank'. I can absorb the 'positive energy' that dissipates from the surrounding environment, which is good luck, and store it. When I get close to you, my 'positive energy field' will neutralize some of your 'negative energy radiation'. So, your monitoring index will drop, and you will feel... less unlucky."

She told him her most important secret using a metaphor that was half true and half false.

This was the bet she placed.

She bet that Feng Jinxuan needed her, not just as a mascot, but as a "technical advisor" who could help him understand and fight against all of this.

Silence fell once again inside the carriage.

Feng Jinxuan didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at her with deep eyes.

That was a completely new way of looking at things.

There was no more teasing, no more testing, but pure, equal gazes that regarded her as a true "partner".

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Who would do such a thing?"

This question, though asked in a seemingly innocuous manner, carries a chilling undercurrent.

Yu Jinli's heart sank as well.

She shook her head and said softly, "I don't know. But this person definitely didn't act on a whim."

She looked at Feng Jinxuan with an extremely serious expression.

"He was able to quietly set up such a vicious feng shui arrangement at the construction site of the Feng Group's most important project."

"He can accurately predict the route and time of your inspection today."

"He may even know all about your 'unlucky constitution'."

With each word she spoke, the temperature inside the car seemed to drop by one degree.

“This person,” Yu Jinli concluded, “is definitely someone close to you. He might be a high-ranking executive in the company, or even… someone you are close to.”