CF Wong is a simple man. All he asks is to be left alone to rake in the cash from his feng shui business and to enjoy the good things in life. But that doesn’t seem to be the way events are going, currently: his office is being demolished around his ears, his renogade assistant, Joyce, has lost her marbles and become a vegetarian, and his dinner’s been interrupted by a group of vegan terrorists with guns.

And then there’s the white elephant and the bomb and the biggest traffic jam in Shanghai’s very long history. It is definitely not looking like an auspicious day.

Welcome to the latest instalment in the Feng Shui Detective series. Nury Vittachi mixes the caustic humour of Carl Hiaasen with the charm of Alexander McCall-Smith to create a vivid, heady and delightful dance through Asian philosophy, whodunnit and today’s China.