HDRDTH -Chapter 86 This Courtyard Has Bad Feng Shui—Dig It Up!

【National Water Area Special Passage Permit】

Below it were three bright red official seals: Jiangcheng Water Conservancy Bureau, Provincial Marine Fisheries Command, and National Special Water Area Management Authority.

Wang Fei’s pupils shrank sharply.

With her connections and experience built up in Beijing, she knew exactly how heavy these three seals were when stacked together. This wasn’t some ordinary fishing license—this was practically an “immunity card” that allowed its holder to move freely across any water territory in China.

“Mr. Yu…” Wang Fei licked her slightly dry lips and asked tentatively, “This certificate… most people probably have never even seen it before, right?”

“Got it by failing to catch any fish. Bad luck.”

Yu Xian finished the last sip of chicken soup, casually wiped his mouth with a tissue, and tossed the red booklet—something that would make countless big shots drool—onto the dining table like it was scrap paper. He stood up and stretched, his bones cracking loudly.

“Da Fu! Where the hell are you?!”

Wang Da Fu, carrying a huge tactical backpack, squeezed in from outside while panting: “Dad! The stuff is too heavy, just unloaded it from the car!”

“Tomorrow find a construction crew and dig up the koi pond in the backyard.” Yu Xian yawned, shuffling upstairs in slippers. “That pond has bad feng shui. Even raising turtles in it would feel cramped. I refuse to believe it—if I can’t catch fish in natural waters, I’ll dig my own pit at home and fish there. That should work, right?”

Wang Fei watched Yu Xian disappear around the stair corner, then looked back at the red booklet on the table.

What Sister Chen said over the phone—“something that could change national fortune was recovered”—still echoed in her ears. And yet this man who stirred up such chaos was now planning to demolish an expensive villa backyard just because he couldn’t catch fish?

She shook her head, feeling like the worldview she had built over the past ten years couldn’t even make a sound in front of Yu Xian.

“Three days.” Wang Fei’s eyes hardened. She grabbed her guitar and walked into the guest room. If she couldn’t even sing one song properly, she felt she had no right to stay here.

The next morning.

The calm of the Jinshui Bay villa district was shattered by the dull rumble of tracks.

Two small excavators, escorted by four heavy dump trucks, drove straight into Villa No. 1 in broad daylight.

The security team leader hid in the guard booth, not daring to breathe. The video of Star Emperor boss Lin Jianguo kneeling at the gate last night had already spread everywhere. At this point, even if Yu Xian drove in tanks, they would still have to salute and smile.

“Xiao Yu! Don’t dig up the osmanthus tree in the yard! That’s the one planted for Xixi’s birthday!” Su Wanyi rushed into the backyard holding a spatula, looking anxious.

“Just dig around it. It won’t die.” Yu Xian said lazily in slippers, directing the work with sleepy eyes. “Team leader, listen carefully—dig downward. Start with three meters.”

The construction supervisor looked troubled. “Boss, three meters? The underground water system here is complicated. What if we break into an underground river…”

“Break into it then. Saves me the trouble of driving out to find fishing spots in the future. Too much hassle.” Yu Xian waved his hand. “If anything breaks, I’ll cover it. This yard was ugly anyway. Lay a high-density carbon fiber isolation net at the bottom. Don’t worry about materials—Special Lieutenant Chu will send them later. Get moving.”

The supervisor glanced at the thick stack of cash Wang Da Fu handed over, then heard the name “Special Lieutenant Chu,” and immediately shut his mouth and started the machine.

Wang Fei, with dark circles under her eyes, walked out holding her guitar. Her voice was hoarse like sandpaper: “Mr. Yu, that line ‘that is a moon’… I practiced all night. Chest voice can’t reach it, falsetto is too airy…”

Yu Xian didn’t even look up at the excavator bucket. “Search for tutorials online.”

“I did… there aren’t any.” Wang Fei replied gloomily.

Yu Xian paused for a moment, then remembered this was the early 2000s.

He exhaled irritably and glanced at her impatiently. “Give me the guitar. Your singing is so bad it hurts my ears.”

Wang Fei quickly handed over the expensive Martin guitar worth 300,000.

Yu Xian didn’t strum it. Instead, he slammed his palm directly onto the resonance box—

BANG!

A primitive drum-like rhythm instantly tore through the roar of the excavators.

“Drop your voice placement lower. Use your diaphragm to hit the vocal cords. Don’t act like some diva—scream like a street busker gone mad—THAT IS A MOON!”

His voice was rough, raw, and violently expressive.

Wang Fei’s whole body erupted in goosebumps. It felt like her soul had been yanked out through her skull. She took a deep breath, followed his method, and forcefully exploded:

“THAT IS A MOON—!”

The moment the sound came out, even she froze.

It was a resonance she had never experienced before—wild, burning, and intensely powerful.

Even the excavator operator stopped and poked his head out in shock.

“Not bad. Practice it a hundred more times.” Yu Xian casually returned the guitar and turned his attention back to the pit.

Wang Fei held the instrument, still feeling the lingering vibration in her chest. She realized that if this vocal technique were systematized, it could completely reshape the aesthetics of the entire pop music industry. Looking at Yu Xian’s back, her shock was beyond words.

BOOM—!

A sudden explosion interrupted her thoughts.

The excavator bucket jolted violently upward—two steel teeth snapped clean off and flew through the air, smashing into the courtyard wall.

“What happened?!” Wang Da Fu shouted.

The construction supervisor’s face turned pale as he jumped off the machine.

“T-The boss… there’s something underground! We can’t dig through it!”