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Guan Zisen was clearly still under the influence of the drug; his eyes were unfocused, and he wore a dazed and excited smile. He walked as if he were walking on cotton, shaking his head.

"Jimmy... Jimmy!" Guan Zisen slurred, plopped down opposite Jimmy, and leaned forward uncontrollably, almost lying on the table.

"What are you looking at so intently? Oh—it's the newspaper!"

His gaze swept over Lin Yaodong's photo in the newspaper, and as if struck by a nerve, his voice suddenly rose, "Wow! The stock market guru! Lin Yaodong!"

"I saw the items this morning as well."

"Tsk tsk, three days, fourteen million! When will we and Lian Sheng produce someone like that?"

Jimmy didn't want to talk, so he just silently folded the newspaper and put it aside.

Guan Zai Sen, however, got excited and pointed at Jimmy with his finger: "Hey Jimmy, look at him! We're both in gangs, but how come he's so much better off?"

"And you? You spend all your time going to those get-rich-quick courses, what's the point?"

"Take my advice, boss. Don't waste your money and time. Instead, try to get close to Lin Yaodong and learn some real skills from him!"

Although these words came from the dazed and confused Guan Zai Sen, they unexpectedly struck a chord with Jimmy.

He did indeed have the idea of ​​getting to know Lin Yaodong, not just to learn about stock trading, but also to see what kind of person this oddball, who was similar to himself, really was.

"Okay, I got it, Brother Sen," Jimmy replied perfunctorily.

"If I have the chance, I will."

When Guan Zai Sen saw that Jimmy was obedient, he immediately smiled and patted Jimmy on the shoulder: "That's right! Jimmy, when have I ever hurt you?"

Trust me, you won't go wrong! Once you become a stock market guru, I'll be living the high life with you!

After saying that, he let out another burst of smug and confused laughter.

Jimmy forced a smile and didn't say anything more.

He looked out the window at the bustling crowds on Shanghai Street, but his thoughts had already drifted to Mong Kok not far away, and to the man named Lin Yaodong.

Following a boss like Guan Zai Sen, who was more trouble than he was worth, was perhaps the second major mistake in his life. But people always make their own way, and Jimmy never believed in fate.

Compared to the refined teahouses on Shanghai Street, the atmosphere in Tuen Mun is much more rugged.

In the afternoon, a billiards hall was filled with smoke, and the sounds of clashing and shouting were incessant.

The savage was shirtless, playing pool with a few of his underlings, his hideous tattoos undulating with his movements.

"Big brother! Big brother! Quick, look at the newspaper... Ouch!" A henchman rushed in, waving a newspaper in his hand. Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked in the butt by the savage who was in a bad mood.

"Damn you! What's with the panic? Did your head get squashed in the door?" the savage cursed.

"Knowing full well that I get dizzy when I see a lot of text, you still bring me newspapers to provoke me!"

The underling rubbed his backside, looking anxious: "No, boss! It's Lin Yaodong! The newspaper says he made fourteen million from stocks!"

"What?!" The savage seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and snatched the newspaper away.

Although he doesn't like reading books and newspapers, he can still recognize Arabic numerals.

When he saw that long string of zeros and Lin Yaodong's annoyingly calm face next to him, Sheng Fan's expression instantly became extremely interesting, a mixture of envy, jealousy, disbelief, and finally, a sour anger.

"You bastard! What kind of luck did you get!" the savage spat.

But his eyes were fixed on the report, as if trying to find something interesting between the lines.

He suddenly remembered his business, and forgetting all about playing pool, he grabbed the newspaper and rushed outside, shouting, "I'm going to find the boss!"

Shengfan ran all the way to the private room where the boss dinosaur usually rested, and pushed the door open with a bang without even knocking.

Inside the private room, Dinosaur, still hungover from the previous night, was sprawled on the sofa asleep when the loud noise startled him. Thinking an enemy had come to kill him, he reflexively jumped up, assumed a defensive stance, and glared fiercely.

"Boss... Boss! Look at the newspaper!" The savage ran up and down, handing the newspaper to the dinosaur.

Upon recognizing the savage, the dinosaur was instantly enraged and smacked him on the head with a flick of the wrist: "You son of a bitch! You savage, you bastard! Trying to scare me to death so I can inherit my estate?"

"How many times have I told you to be more composed! You're about to be the one in charge, and you're still so impulsive and reckless. What kind of behavior is that!"

Shengfan rubbed his sore head and said aggrievedly, "No, boss, it's Lin Yaodong! He's in the newspaper, on the front page of the financial section! They say he made fourteen million in three days of stock trading!"

"What's so special about being in the newspaper? He's always in those 'good deeds' sections on the backstreets..." Dinosaur yawned, sat down nonchalantly, and picked up the wine bottle on the table to pour himself a drink to sober up.

But he stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his eyes widening in shock. "Wait! What did you say? Fourteen million?!"

"Boss, look!" The savage quickly shoved the newspaper into the dinosaur's hand.

The dinosaur grabbed the newspaper, glanced at the headline and the striking numbers, and spat out the mouthful of wine he had just taken a sip of, splashing it all over the dinosaur.

"Holy crap! Really?!" The dinosaur didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He snatched the newspaper and began to examine it closely, his expression changing more and more unpredictably as he read.

Does Lin Yaodong also trade stocks?

Fourteen million in three days?

That's faster than robbing a bank!

"Boss, what do we do now?" Shengfan asked cautiously, looking at the dinosaur's expression.

"What to do? Just let it be!" Dinosaur threw the newspaper on the table in a bad mood, feeling like he had swallowed a bottle of mixed emotions.

Envy, of course. He's been fighting for his life in Tuen Mun for so many years, and the wealth he's accumulated is probably less than what others earn in three days.

Jealousy is inevitable.

But beyond these emotions, a certain idea began to sprout uncontrollably deep within the dinosaur's heart.

Stock trading... I wish I could do that too...

If... if I could learn this skill, why would I have to live a life of constant danger?

Just check the market every day, move your fingers a few times, and money flows in steadily—safely and respectably...

This temptation is too big.

As it pondered this, the dinosaur's eyes gradually brightened.

Right, isn't Lin Yaodong a ready-made expert?

Even though we're all in the same club and there's some competition between us, it's not unreasonable to try to get closer to each other in order to make money, right?

Maybe... this is an opportunity?

Just as Dinosaur was getting into the swing of things and starting to figure out how to get in touch with Lin Yaodong, the cell phone on the table rang.

The dinosaur glanced at the number; it was Han Bin.

Answer the phone.

"Feed?"

On the other end of the phone, Han Bin's voice came through, tinged with seriousness: "Dinosaur, have you seen the newspaper?"

"I just saw it, and I'm getting really angry," the dinosaur said.

"I'm on Portland Street with Sister Thirteen. This is no simple matter; it's hard to explain over the phone. Shall we meet and talk?" Han Bin suggested.

The dinosaur, who was thinking the same thing, immediately agreed: "Okay! I'll be right there!"

After hanging up the phone, Dinosaur said to Shengfan, "Let's go to Portland Street. Hanbin and Thirteen Sister are looking for us. It seems everyone is getting restless about Lin Yaodong's matter."