12: Chapter 12 Worship, the Secondhand Shop Where Wealth Lies

"We're all friends. If you have any trouble in the future, just come find me."

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

"Brother Feng, we're leaving then."

...

Dozens of eyes watched the five of them leave. It wasn't until they disappeared that everyone finally snapped out of their trance.

"Lin Feng, how did you pull that off?"

"Those guys are from the wrestling team. I heard that for these sports students, fighting is the norm."

"How come in the time it took to just walk through a door, those guys started acting like grandsons meeting their grandfather?"

Lin Feng thought these college students were too naive, even a bit ridiculous.

Money in hand, no worries at all.

This would become even more apparent over a decade later.

"Heh, you guys were hoping to see me get beaten up, right?"

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Chen Wei sneered and followed Lin Feng into the dormitory.

"That kid Chen Wei, his mouth is too venomous."

"There isn't a single normal person in their dorm. Lin Feng used to be a weirdo too."

"But this kid Lin Feng is pretty strange. Between snapping back at Zhang Ying and catching a wanted criminal, it's like he's turned into a different person."

"Ah, forget it. Let's go back and play DOTA. I'm going to get a pentakill in a bit."

"Holy crap... Chen Hai from the junior sports department was just taken away by the police."

"For real?"

"First-hand news. I have a friend in the sports department. Those five guys from just now took the police to Chen Hai's dorm."

...

Everyone looked toward Lin Feng's dorm, their eyes filled with a hint of lingering fear and dread.

The dorm was terrifyingly quiet.

Li Jiang and Chen Wei stared at Lin Feng, their eyes shining.

"What's with those looks? I don't like men."

"You kid, you've been hiding things pretty deep."

"What do you mean, hiding deep? If you can solve it with money, why bother using force?"

"If you hit someone, you get expelled, disciplined, and then you have to pay compensation. If you hurt them badly, you end up in jail."

"If you get hit, you have to go to the hospital, and you're the one who ends up in pain. Why bother?"

Chen Wei sighed and said, "Second-eldest, you really have changed. You've become mature."

Li Jiang also added, "I really didn't expect 200 yuan to have such a huge effect."

"Listen closely, both of you. Study hard. While a diploma might not necessarily be useful in the future, it's a facade, a stepping stone."

"With a diploma, you have the possibility of entering high society, the possibility of making money."

"What is money? It's the thing that allows an ordinary person to stand at the pinnacle."

"Today, 200 yuan made people call me Brother Feng and turn around to bite Chen Hai."

"In the future, when you have 2 million, 20 million, most people will have to bow and scrape when they see you, calling you President Li and President Chen."

This theory was definitely very advanced for a university in this era.

Perhaps a few outstanding students might realize it, but definitely not many.

Look at those students outside. All they know is chasing girls, playing games, and having fun all day. By the time they graduate and regret it, it'll be too late.

"Hello? It's me. Go to the police station?"

"Oh... I'll be right there."

Chen Wei suddenly received a call. After hanging up, his eyes were excited.

"Second-eldest, you're seriously heaven-defying. Chen Hai has been taken away by the police, and now I have to go give a statement."

"Go on. Remember, don't mention the money, and play up how serious it was."

"I understand..."

Chen Wei nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Then drinking will have to wait for another day."

"Sure, I'll treat you another day. Also, the money you spent today, I'll definitely pay you back."

"Get lost."

After Chen Wei left, Lin Feng looked at Li Jiang and asked, "How about we have a drink?"

"No thanks, I'm video chatting with someone tonight."

...

Lin Feng sighed and said earnestly, "Keep your boundaries in check. The internet is all virtual; don't get too deeply involved."

Li Jiang nodded and dove headfirst into the world of the internet.

At this age, one is full of longing for the future and yearning for love.

In the evening, Lin Feng ate a deluxe version of fried rice at the school gate.

It had beef, shredded squid, a lion's head meatball, and a piece of braised pork belly added to it.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Feng didn't return to school. He prepared to stroll around the nearby old street.

He remembered there was a large secondhand shop there.

This place was tailor-made for his Golden Finger. He might be able to get some good things.

He had used his "money power" a little bit today, and it felt pretty great.

At 7 PM, there weren't many people on the old street. Most were local residents strolling around after dinner to digest their food.

At the end of the street, there was a secondhand shop with the entrance piled high with miscellaneous items.

Inside the 100-plus square meter shop, an elderly couple was packing things up.

The clearance notice placed at the entrance surprised Lin Feng.

"Is this shop closing down?"

The owner turned to look at Lin Feng and smiled. "My wife and I are going abroad to take care of our grandson, so we can't keep running it."

Lin Feng suddenly realized.

In the East China region, many elderly people can't stay idle and always find things to do.

Don't think they lack money; most in this group have high pensions, millions in savings, and multiple properties.

They come out to work just to kill time.

To be able to open a secondhand shop this big, their family situation must be extraordinary.

"Young man, if you want anything, just take it. Just give whatever you think is appropriate."

Lin Feng nodded and started looking around on his own.

[A bag of scrap iron, Selling price: 200, Purchase price: 120]

[Secondhand air conditioner, Selling price: 200, Purchase price: 150]

[Secondhand television, Selling price: 100, Purchase price: 10]

[A bag of scrap copper, Selling price: 1500, Purchase price: 1100]

[Secondhand MP3 player, Selling price: 50, Purchase price: 20]

Lin Feng scanned the area; they were all common, ordinary secondhand goods.

Metal items were heavy, and if he took them to resell, he might even lose money; there wasn't much profit margin left.

"Young man, you're a college student, right?"

"My stock here is almost cleared out. I probably don't have what you're looking for."

"Boss, it's fine. I'll go look around somewhere else."

Lin Feng greeted him and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, his foot paused; he had kicked a bag wrapped in a plastic bag.

He looked down, and the hidden information popped up.

[A batch of camera lenses imported from Japan in the 90s, 10 in total, including one Zeiss standard lens. Current collector market value: 8,000 ~ 12,000 yuan per piece. If this item is posted on a photography forum, the chance of a sale is 100%]

Lin Feng swallowed hard and looked at the tag on the plastic bag.

[Clearance price: 200 yuan]

200 yuan, and he could resell it for over ten thousand.

This profit was terrifyingly high.

"Boss, are these camera lenses?"

"Oh... you mean these? I just sorted them out yesterday. They should be old-model camera lenses, imported. If you want them, just give me 200 and that'll do."

"200? Won't you lose money?"

"It doesn't matter. My wife and I are going abroad, and we can't take these things with us. Getting something is better than nothing; if I throw them away, I won't get a single cent."

The owner had a great attitude. Lin Feng didn't want to delay, lest complications arise.

"Then I'll take these."

He took out 200 yuan in cash, handed it to the owner, picked up the items, and left the secondhand shop.