A group of people fell silent.

"So what do you plan to do?" a brother beside him asked.

"What can I do?" Liu Shaoquan laughed, "It's already come to this, what else can I do."

"Why not just leave then?" the brother next to him suggested, "After all, they've already rejected you, there's no point in staying. Isn't that right?"

"Uh..." Liu Shaoquan was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm not leaving. Since I promised Mu Bai to help her manage this fund, I naturally have to keep my word."

"Brother, you gave up a million-dollar salary for her, and now she's rejected you." The brother beside him advised, "You can't end up without love or a career, can you?"

"A career is created by oneself, not given by others." Liu Shaoquan smiled, then said, "Besides, I'm planning to set up an independent fund. To operate it. I believe the five of us can create our own venture, don't you agree?"

"Sounds good!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

The group gathered and discussed their plans, deciding that each one would contribute their savings, forming a fund studio dedicated to dealing in the stock market's hunting activities. In China's big market, the largest casino is the stock market. Liu Shaoquan, being a financial hunter, has an innate sensitivity to stocks. As long as he takes action, he can generally catch several daily limit ups. A few million can double with just four daily limit ups.

As for the charity fund, due to its nature, it couldn't dive into the stock market. However, even if Liu Shaoquan managed it in his spare time, it wouldn't incur any loss either.

............

Lin Chuan went directly from Mu Bai's home to the transportation market.

In mid-May, the weather was warming up.

The business in the transportation market was recovering. Seeing his brothers busy as bees, Lin Chuan didn't want to disturb them, so he drove to the City Committee. He was now a member of the Logistics Department of the City Committee. Although still a temporary worker, at least he still had a job. He had to make his rounds anyway.

Just as he arrived at the door, the security guard hurriedly ran out.

"Oh, it's Mr. Lin?" The security guard, upon seeing him, quickly nodded and bowed, handing over a cigarette.

"Open the door," Lin Chuan said promptly.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot, my apologies, my apologies." The security guard said hurriedly.

Vroom...

Lin Chuan revved his engine and drove in. The car stopped downstairs.

Subsequently, Lin Chuan leisurely went upstairs.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Chuan?" A group of people looked at Lin Chuan in surprise. It was unexpected that this guy Lin Chuan had returned to the City Committee more than a month later.

"It really is him." The City Committee staff looked at Lin Chuan with astonishment, filled with curiosity and doubt.

"Why is he back again?" Someone asked curiously, "Wasn't he supposed to be developing overseas?"

Faced with the crowd's watchful eyes and curiosity, Lin Chuan didn't react much. He just smoked with his left hand in his pocket, then slowly walked towards the second floor.

Inside the Logistics Department's lounge.

A group of people was making a ruckus, the wildness from the May Day holiday hadn't subsided yet.

The lounge was filled with smoke. Some held their phones reading novels, some were bored enough to remove their socks and pick their toes, and some were playing cards on the side.

"Have you heard? There's a popular novel lately that's pretty good."

"Which book?"

"'Dark Soldier'. It's a soldier story, the protagonist is incredibly powerful."

"Hurry up and recommend it to me."

This was a conversation between two novel enthusiasts.

"I tried the method at Haiqing Pool yesterday, tsk tsk, the girls there are really something, damn, they're all so moist, the taste is really nice when you get going."

"Really? Which number did you pick? I'll go try it too."

This was a conversation between two middle-aged men who looked serious but were flirtatious inside.

"Hurry up and play, I'm about to win."

"Damn, you're not winning anything. I've got a bomb!"

This was a competition between a few card players.

Ever since Song Ming left, things hadn't been going well for Song Wen and Song Wu. The two of them had been behaving quite low-key. Also, their status in the lounge dropped dramatically. Initially, they relied on their previous arrogance to flaunt themselves around the lounge, but unfortunately, nobody paid them any mind, didn't care about them at all. Instead, they seemed quite calm.

People have a certain mean streak in them, and beating a dog in the water is human nature.

When Song Ming left, Song Wen and Song Wu became the dogs in the water in the lounge. At first, everyone couldn't wait to step on them. In the beginning, the two of them resisted fiercely, but later they realized they really couldn't match their opponents, so eventually, they just endured the insults, and later it became quite normal to get slapped or kicked a few times.

Gradually, the two of them withdrew from the crowd, becoming independent existences in the lounge.

"When will this life ever end?" Song Wu looked up to the sky and sighed deeply.

"Hang in there." Song Wen chuckled and said, "Finally made it through. They don't bother with us, we just need to scrape by here for a meal. Earning over four thousand a month, at least we won't starve, right? Otherwise, where else could you find such a high-paying job?"

"True." Song Wu gave a bitter smile and said, "These years, we've been sticking around with Uncle, not really learning anything worthwhile, just picking up some petty thievery skills. Sigh."

"Stop sighing." Song Wen took a drag of his cigarette and said, "With Lin Chuan not around, our days are easier. If he were, who knows how he'd torment us."

"Right." Song Wu nodded.

Regarding Lin Chuan, they had no thought of him at all anymore. Before when Song Ming was around, they still had thoughts of revenge, even plotted every way possible to kill Lin Chuan. But things are different now, with Song Ming gone, everything collapsed. Not to mention themselves, even Song Ming wasn't a match for Lin Chuan.

While the lounge was bustling, the door suddenly opened. At first, no one paid attention.

"Lin Chuan?!" someone exclaimed.

Whoosh...

Everyone turned their heads to glance in the direction of the door.

"Wow, it actually is Lin Chuan!"

"Lin Chuan, you're back?" Luo Guoqing put down his phone and asked in surprise, "Where did you go, kid?"

"Hehehe..." Lin Chuan laughed and said, "Went out to have some fun for a while."

Luo Guoqing hurriedly pulled Lin Chuan over and handed him a cigarette, saying, "Here, have one. Haven't seen you in ages, thought you went somewhere to make a fortune. I heard you took all the core members of the Jvyi Gang, tell me honestly, where did you go?"

"Went to Japan." Lin Chuan didn't hide.

"What did you go there for?" Luo Guoqing asked in astonishment.

"To make money." Lin Chuan laughed and said, "Isn't it said that the moon abroad is rounder? So I took the brothers to have a look."

"So... how's it going now?" Luo Guoqing asked eagerly.

"It's developing quite well." Lin Chuan smiled and said, "We now control two hotels and a fishery abroad. The annual revenue is expected to be around one to two hundred million."

Wow...

Everyone was in an uproar.

But most held a skeptical attitude. Although Lin Chuan was capable and talented, Jvyi Gang had only been abroad for just over a month; how could there be two hotels and a fishery? Moreover, how could such establishments generate one to two hundred million annually?

"No way?" Someone boldly voiced their doubt, "Hotels make money, but..."

"There's a casino in the hotel." Lin Chuan smiled and said, "The casino alone can rake in millions of US Dollars annually."

Hiss...

This time, no one dared to question further. Abroad, casinos in hotels are common knowledge. Everyone knew casinos are money makers; they were all left mouth agape and tongue-tied.

"Lin Chuan, you're doing well, kid." Luo Guoqing's eyes lit up and said, "Take me with you. I've been sick of this godforsaken place."

"You're willing to give up this iron rice bowl?" Lin Chuan questioned.

"This iron rice bowl will get thrown away sooner or later." Luo Guoqing shook his hand and said, "Can't keep holding this iron rice bowl just to beg for food, can I?"

"Really want to follow me?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Yes!" Luo Guoqing nodded hurriedly, saying, "I've had enough of these dull days. So I want to go abroad with you to see the sights."

"Alright." Lin Chuan nodded and said, "I'm planning to open a front in the Middle East and export some food there. With ongoing conflict, it's a good chance to profit from war. What do you think?"

"Sounds good!" Luo Guoqing nodded immediately.

"But I must warn you in advance, the Middle East is very dangerous right now." Lin Chuan warned.

"No problem." Luo Guoqing shook his head and said, "I also came out of the battlefield."

"Haha, then it's settled." Lin Chuan agreed.

The others stayed silent; at first, a few were eager, but upon hearing about going to the Middle East, damn, that place was terrifying. Constant warfare, it was simply inhospitable. Carelessly, one could be killed by stray bullets. Those few quickly backed down.

On the side, Song Wen and Song Wu exchanged glances, seemingly communicating without words, though no one knew what was going on in their minds.

"Lin Chuan, you've got Sichuan University Group, with at least tens of millions in annual income, why push so hard?" someone asked.

"If one lives too comfortably, what's the difference with being a pig?" Lin Chuan retorted.

"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

A bunch of people laughed their heads off.

"Lin Chuan, Secretary Tang is looking for you." Xiao Xue pinched her nose and stood at the lounge's door, saying in a strange voice, "Where's that awful smell coming from?"

"Coming." Lin Chuan got up, cigarette in mouth, and walked out.

The Song brothers' eyes followed Lin Chuan's back out the door.

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