Chapter 413 - 264: Let’s Go, Follow Big Bro to a Wealthy Life

Chapter 413: Chapter 264: Let’s Go, Follow Big Bro to a Wealthy Life

Amidst the boisterous laughter, Yang Cheng stared thoughtfully at Lin Chu, silent, a unique feeling of admiration stirring in his heart.

’The universality of contradiction.’

’This young man is truly perceptive.’

’I know this simple truth myself, but most of the time, people are creatures of emotion. We lack this kind of rationality.’

’When something good happens, we just think it’s our own luck or skill.’

’But when something bad happens—something we can’t solve at all—we either fly into a rage, wallow in self-pity, curse the heavens for their unfairness, or just give up on ourselves completely.’

’But that’s just how life is.’

’Everything is fated; we control nothing.’

’A person can’t change what happens, only their state of mind when it does.’

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Yang Cheng drained the last of his bottle and set it down, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile. He then rose and said, "Everyone, please continue. I’m getting on in years and can’t stay up late anymore. I’m heading out."

"See you out, Brother Yang."

Lin Chu said with a teasing smile, then added for the others, "Brother Yang just paid the bill. I didn’t even notice."

Hearing this, Qin Weiliang and the others snapped out of their daze and quickly chimed in with their own smiling goodbyes.

’What a great guy!’

Yang Cheng gave a wave, hailed a taxi by the curb, and sped away.

’Three thousand yuan for a wonderful evening and some new insights. Totally worth it.’

...

"Alright, it’s about time for me to go, too."

Watching Yang Cheng’s car disappear into the night, Lin Chu couldn’t help but shake his head and smile. He found random conversations like that quite pleasant, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t gained something from it himself.

’Yang Cheng must be very wealthy.’

But Lin Chu also vaguely sensed that he was sick—a physical ailment, given how emaciated he was.

’It’s just, if the man himself doesn’t bring it up, it’s not my place to say anything.’

’It’s not an issue money can solve.’

After saying his goodbyes, Lin Chu turned to leave. He had only taken two steps when he thought of something and looked back at Qin Weiliang, who wore an expression of anxious bashfulness, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Let’s talk about our matter on WeChat. I can’t give you the money right now."

"Remember what I said: if you walk the righteous path, you can afford to fail many times. You only need to win once, and it’ll be enough. If you take the other roads, you might win often, but you only have to lose once to be completely ruined."

"This is a good opportunity, but I don’t want to be the cause of your ruin."

He patted Qin Weiliang’s shoulder, then, under everyone’s gaze, got into a taxi and sped off.

Watching him go, Qin Weiliang let out a long, inexplicable sigh.

He suddenly felt a heavy weight settle on him.

"Bro, you’re the man! You really hit the jackpot tonight!"

a man beside him said with an enthusiastic smile.

However, in the man’s eyes, Qin Weiliang also caught the fleeting glint of burning jealousy.

He smiled humbly. "Oh, come on. Brother Chu was probably just kidding. You know, putting on a show. The money’s not in my account yet..."

"Who can read the mind of a big shot? Just getting to eat and drink with him is a rare opportunity in itself. You should buy a lottery ticket tomorrow. Maybe some of his good fortune will rub off on you!"

"Well... we should probably call it a night. It’s getting late. Time to head home."

After a few more pleasantries, Qin Weiliang hopped on his little electric scooter and hurriedly departed.

He drove casually for a little while before twisting the throttle to full speed and racing away.

His heart was ablaze with excitement, but he felt a persistent chill on his back.

He kept checking his rearview mirror, constantly worried that someone was following him.

Relying on his familiarity with the streets, he took several detours from his usual route, circling around until he was absolutely certain no one was tailing him. Only then did he park his scooter and head home.

He checked his phone and saw a message from Lin Chu.

"Send me your bank account number. I’ll have the company transfer the money to you."

"A person-to-person transfer creates tax issues and gets flagged by the bank’s monitoring system. A business-to-person transfer is better for you. My company will handle the tax reporting on our side."

Reading this, a wave of warmth washed over Qin Weiliang again. He took a deep breath, the corners of his eyes beginning to prickle with heat.

’Brother Chu... he’s really... so considerate.’

’I’m so moved.’

’I want to cry.’

...

「In the night of the small coastal city.」

Lin Chu sat in the taxi, window down, smoking a cigarette. The cool breeze felt good.

After messaging Qin Weiliang, he finally checked the messages from Liu Junfeng.

Liu Junfeng had called him a moment ago, but he had declined the call. He had followed up with a WeChat message and two resumes.

"I’ve contacted four people: two CFO candidates and two CEO candidates. I’ve sent you their files... Actually, I think a co-CEO arrangement could work. You’d lose some efficiency, but it creates a good system of checks and balances."

’Resumes...’

Lin Chu casually opened one. A glance revealed a glittering resume, the career of a true business elite. But this kind of information instantly pulled him from one world into another, and he wasn’t in the mood to scrutinize it. After a cursory look, he sent a casual reply.

"Fine by me. I have no objections."

"Bring them all in. Let them compete for the jobs. You figure out the arrangements."

Liu Junfeng: "..."

"What’s up with you?"

"Are you really retiring for good? Leaving the game entirely?"

He couldn’t help but find Lin Chu a bit strange. ’Damn it, is there really a generation gap between me and these kids now? Why can’t I figure out what he’s thinking?’

He was starting to think that maybe Lin Chu just wanted to mess around and had no real intention of working.

’It wasn’t as if there weren’t precedents for this in the business world.’

’For instance, there was once the boss of a very promising company who got so addicted to *World of Warcraft* that he missed his company’s golden age of development. His market share was nibbled away by competitors, bit by bit, until they swallowed him whole.’