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"Apologies, I had an institution matter to attend to, so I had to ask a friend for help with the queue. It doesn't adhere to the rules of the Feng Shui Shop; it was Lei's impertinence. I wonder if my neighbors would mind? If you do, then I'll withdraw."

Who was Lei Ziming?

He was one of the vice-presidents of the Hong Kong Charity Association.

The Hong Kong Charity Association oversaw all charitable organizations in the city, and its president held absolute authority over them. The four vice-presidents were each responsible for different institutions.

Lei Ziming often faced the media, so many citizens of Hong Kong were familiar with his name. He was affectionately dubbed by the Hong Kong media as the "Greatest Philanthropist of the 20th Century."

The plump man's face lit up at being addressed as a friend by Lei, thinking he had gained a connection to someone influential. His tone changed accordingly, "Brother Lei is too modest. I queued up honestly, how could that be inappropriate?"

Lei Ziming furrowed his brow, disagreeing, "That's not the right way to look at it. Every shop has its rules, and no one should casually disregard them."

Initially, the neighbors were somewhat displeased with the plump man's actions. However, their opinion of Lei Ziming improved upon hearing his humility.

Especially Mrs. Ding, who leaned against the door with her arms folded, playfully chimed in, "Mr. Lei, you're a renowned philanthropist in Hong Kong. You've made sacrifices for charity, even selling your old home to contribute to Hong Kong. How could anyone possibly mind?"

As she spoke, she surveyed the surroundings. "What do you all think?"

"That's right!" chorused the neighbors.

Everyone had great respect for those who genuinely contributed to Hong Kong, regardless of their occupation or social status.

How much more so for Lei Ziwéi, who had sacrificed his entire fortune to aid the needy?

"If it were someone else, we wouldn't accept that."

"Mr. Lei, you're the vice-chairman of the Hong Kong Charity Federation. You have many responsibilities waiting for you every day. Asking a friend to help with the queue is just a necessary compromise.

"Yes, we all understand that."

Lei Ziwéi was deeply grateful and bowed again. "Thank you all for your understanding and tolerance."

"By the way, Mr. Lei, the Charity Federation is about to choose a new president. Are you the one taking on that role this time around?"

Lei Ziwéi maintained his gentle smile. "I'm not sure about the position of the president right now. All upper-level decisions are made for the betterment of Hong Kong and the charities. As long as the elected president is truly committed to giving back to society, I will definitely support them."

As his words concluded, they won even more admiration from the neighbors.

The Charity Association's term was every four years, and Lei Ziming had already missed two terms. Everyone felt indignant on his behalf.

"Mr. Lei, if you ask me, it's their loss for not electing you as the president."

"Indeed."

"Relax, Mr. Lei. We'll definitely vote for you and support you."

"You're someone who genuinely cares about the charity. The eyes of our neighbors are sharp."

"Thank you all. I, Lei, will do my best. I'll strive not to disappoint your expectations." Lei Ziming clasped his hands together in gratitude. Just as he was about to step into the feng shui shop, two young men in red short-sleeved T-shirts had somehow appeared behind him.

They stood on either side, both with cameras hanging around their necks. On the left side of their T-shirts was the logo: Hong Kong Daily News.

They were journalists!

The neighbors gasped in surprise. It seemed that Lei Ziming's outings were indeed accompanied by reporters. No wonder he was such a renowned philanthropist in Hong Kong!

Shanpo, after selling her fruits, also came over to join the crowd. She brushed her hair with a peach wood comb and squeezed past Mrs. Ding to peek inside the shop. Grinning, she said, "You two young gentlemen, Ning Ning's fortune-telling skills are unparalleled in Hong Kong. You must write a great newspaper article about her."

The two reporters exchanged glances, then hesitated, "No problem, but we're specifically here to film Mr. Lei."

"Specifically for Mr. Lei?" Shanpo was puzzled, "Why is that?"

One of the reporters pushed up his glasses and explained, "The election for the Charity Association has begun. Each of the four vice-presidents will have exclusive interviews with journalists to boost their reputation and gain public support."

In other words, the candidate who demonstrated the most charitable work and contributions would become the president.

"That's right," the other reporter chimed in, his curious gaze roaming around the feng shui shop. Inside, there was a wooden screen, with statues of wealth gods and buddhas on both sides, giving the place an antique charm.

Many newspapers in Hong Kong, including their own, had written about the legendary temple street fortune tellers.

However, due to their different areas of expertise, it was their first time visiting Temple Street for an on-site investigation.

"It's said that the temple street fortune tellers can predict the future with every reading. We're here to see if there are any good deeds done by Vice-President Lei that haven't been discovered yet," he added.

They were all curious.

Was Master Chu really as efficacious as rumored? Could he truly divine life and death with a single divination?

Inside the feng shui shop.

The moment Lei Zi entered, he asked Chu Yuening to follow him into the kitchen alone.

"Mr. Lei, may I ask what you need?" It was the first time Yuening had been summoned for a private consultation by someone seeking a fortune.

"Master Chu, I have an unreasonably big request that I hope to entrust to you," Lei Zi said, his initial smile fading as if something had crossed his mind. Reaching into his suit pocket, he handed her a slip of paper.

Taking it, Chu Yuening glanced at it. The note was filled with records of charitable acts.

She was puzzled. "What's this?"

"These are all the charities I've supported in the past. Many of these incidents caused quite a stir back then," Lei Zi explained, sighing.

"I assume you've heard about the upcoming election for the head of the charity organization. To be honest, if I don't make it this term, it'll be my third consecutive defeat. With elections every four years, I've already missed twelve years, and there won't be another twelve years to waste."