2: Chapter 2 Hidden Intelligence, A Small Test
[Prompt: Danger has been averted. You may leave now. Safety rating: 100%]
Lin Feng's eyes were filled with excitement, and his mind was as clear as a mirror.
This was definitely not a hallucination, nor was it a delusion caused by a mental problem.
The basic configuration of those flashy protagonists in novels—his Golden Finger had appeared.
But besides avoiding risks, what else could these prompts do?
Could it be limited to just making his life safer and smoother?
Compared to being poor, what did danger even matter?
In his previous life, he had spent his four years of university in a daze.
After graduation, Lin Feng realized that he had no marketable skills to establish a foothold in society.
With a liberal arts degree, Lin Feng eventually entered a foreign-owned enterprise as a clerk.
A monthly salary of 5,000, three insurances and one housing fund; life passed as calmly as water, neither starving to death nor having any surprises.
If he hadn't married that bitch Su Qing, even if life couldn't be wealthy, he could have lived a worry-free life forever.
[A two-bedroom residential apartment, unoccupied, the landlord has moved out, not rented, interior is in disarray, uninhabitable. Hidden Intelligence: None]
[A two-bedroom apartment, vacant for one year, simple renovation, move-in ready. Hidden Intelligence: None]
[A two-bedroom apartment, bare-bones, listed for sale by the landlord for a year, price is too high, no takers. Market price: 12,000/sqm, listed price: 18,000/sqm. Hidden Intelligence: Formerly a judicial auction property, owned by a corrupt official, 500k in cash hidden inside, undiscovered.]
Lin Feng widened his eyes, thinking he had misread it.
He rubbed his eyes hard; the information floating on the doors of the three apartments on the 7th floor remained, without any changes.
Hidden Intelligence...
I get it, haha, I know now.
Besides early warnings and pointing out crises, the Golden Finger can also see hidden intelligence.
The value, status, past, and future of an item are all clear at a glance.
With this thing, not only will he not be scammed in this life, but making money will also become much easier.
But...
Sigh...
Lin Feng felt his pocket and gave a wry smile.
His pocket was empty, containing only 45 yuan in total, with 20 days left until his next living allowance.
In this era, the number of mobile payment users nationwide was about 55.787 million, accounting for only about 5% of total mobile users.
Most of the mobile phones used were still running the Symbian system.
He took a deep look at the apartment with the hidden value and decisively walked down the stairs.
There were plenty of opportunities to make money; he didn't need to hang himself from one tree.
The most urgent task was to use the remaining 45 yuan to make more money.
It was difficult, but with the Golden Finger, it wasn't impossible.
After arriving downstairs without any obstacles, Lin Feng didn't dare to linger and left the residential complex directly.
Tian Xue was just a hookup; they each got what they needed.
Being reborn, he could consider this a rescue for her.
In his past life, she was forced to resign, divorced Wang Dong, and due to life's pressures, eventually went to work in nightclubs.
There weren't many people at the entrance of the residential complex, just a few scattered people setting up stalls.
In this era, although public security was not good, the governance of the urban environment had not yet been valued.
Urban management officers were not as notorious as they would be in more than a decade.
Lin Feng passed by a stall selling transparent disposable umbrellas; the owner was a middle-aged man.
There were 10 umbrellas on the stall, priced at 5 yuan each.
Lin Feng remembered that this kind of umbrella was very common in tourist attractions, bars, and KTV entrances.
More than a decade later, if there was a sudden heavy rain, these umbrellas could sell for 12 yuan each and were very popular.
[Name: Disposable umbrella, retail price: 5 yuan, wholesale price: 1 yuan. Hidden Intelligence: Bargaining room of 1 yuan. Hidden Value: In 10 minutes, affected by convective weather, there will be a sudden rainstorm. The retail price can be raised to 8 yuan. Estimated sell-out time: 5 minutes.]
Lin Feng's eyes lit up. This was a good opportunity; he would just test if his ability worked well.
Don't look at the capital of only 45 yuan; if he could use 15 minutes to multiply his capital, it would be pretty awesome.
"Boss, how much for an umbrella?"
"5 yuan each."
"Selling such a disposable one for so much?"
"It's called disposable, but if you're careful, it'll last half a year."
This was the truth. Lin Feng had used this umbrella; it took 3 months to fall apart.
"I want them all. Can you give me a better price?"
"Huh? You want them all?"
It was mid-October, and the temperature was over 30 degrees.
The sun could bake a person dry.
This person wanted all ten umbrellas; either he had too much money to burn, or his brain had been caught in a door.
"Boss, just tell me if you're selling or not."
"Oh, selling, selling, selling."
If someone was willing to be ripped off, there was no reason for the boss to stop them.
10 umbrellas, a profit of 40—that was his food money for the day, and he could even have a drink in the evening.
"But there are ten umbrellas here. If I buy them all, can you lower the price? 4 yuan each."
The boss was stunned for a moment, then agreed without hesitation.
Only a fool wouldn't sell. In this hot sun, wouldn't it be comfortable to go home and turn on the air conditioning?
The other party took the 40 yuan, counted it happily, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and left without even saying goodbye.
He even left the stall to Lin Feng, which suited him just fine.
Lin Feng took out the Hongshuangxi cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, took a puff, and squatted in front of the stall to wait.
Three minutes later, the clear sky disappeared, and the sky darkened.
Lin Feng looked up; dark clouds were gathering overhead, and the wind was gradually picking up.
The surrounding stall owners saw that it was going to rain and hurriedly packed up their things to leave.
Most of the people setting up stalls were retired workers, doing it to make some extra pocket money. If they caught a cold, the money they earned wouldn't be enough to pay for medical bills.
Lin Feng remained unmoved, his elegant hair blown into a mess by the wind.
"Patter... patter... patter..."
Before long, bean-sized raindrops fell, hitting his face with surprising pain.
"What kind of ghost weather is this? It was just sunny, why is it raining suddenly?"
"I just washed my hair at the barbershop, and now it's raining. If I'd known, I would have gone tomorrow."
"The climate is getting more and more abnormal. Is it going to be the end of the world?"
"Run quickly. I see that the sky looks wrong; there will definitely be a heavy rainstorm in a while."
The pedestrians, who had been strolling slowly, became hurried.
Suddenly, a young girl saw Lin Feng's stall and ran over quickly.
"Boss, how much for an umbrella?"
"8 yuan."
"Give me one."
"Alright."
Just after the girl paid, two middle-aged women came over to buy two more.
One after another, passersby noticed Lin Feng's stall and came to buy umbrellas.
In about ten minutes, all 10 umbrellas were sold out.
Lin Feng looked at the 80 yuan in his hand, letting the rain soak his body while he remained unmoved.
He was so excited he almost cried.
It had really succeeded. The 40-yuan profit was nothing special, but the key was that the accuracy of the Hidden Intelligence reached 100%.
A light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.
Living this life again, he would defy the heavens and change his fate, standing at the pinnacle of the world.
An hour later, Lin Feng spent 5 yuan to find an old-fashioned bathhouse to take a shower, changed into clean clothes he bought for 20 yuan from a nearby shop, and walked toward Shencheng University.
Although he had Hidden Intelligence, his academic qualifications became less important.
But if he didn't experience university life, there would be many regrets left behind.
Besides, there were many obsessions that he needed to resolve himself.
"Sigh, I lost 50 today. The old woman is going to yell at me again when I get back."
"Same here, I've lost over 200 in a week."
"I feel like the Pick-3 lottery isn't working; I might as well play scratch-offs."
"It's all the same. Not gambling is the only way to win."
Lin Feng passed by a lottery shop, where a few retired old men were sighing at the door. One look, and you could tell they had lost a lot.
There were too many people who wanted to gain without working. It was the same in every era.
Lin Feng didn't stop and walked away quickly.
Suddenly, he felt his vision blur, and Hidden Intelligence actually appeared.