30: Chapter 30: A Sudden Comeback with a Heavy Investment! Profits Exceed 100,000, and Jewish Capital Comes Knocking

Lin Chen stared at the cold AI prompt on the screen, the fire in his eyes quietly ignited. This time, if he could catch it firmly, it would be the opportunity to completely break free from the quagmire—no longer having to live at the mercy of others, and even truly establishing a foothold in Chinatown, protecting those who should be protected.

"Brother Chen, this... are we really going all in?" Li Wei followed closely behind him, his voice tight, his steps a bit hesitant. "We just made ninety thousand; what if it drops back down..."

"The tool has never been wrong." Lin Chen didn't stop, his voice steady as iron. "Last time it helped us avoid a pit. Opportunity waits for no one; if you want to turn things around, you have to dare to take this gamble."

The two quickly returned to the warehouse in the back courtyard of the Grocery Store. Under the dim light, only the cold white glow of the mobile phone screen reflected Lin Chen's well-defined profile. Outside the window, the lanterns of Chinatown lit up one after another, the warm yellow halo washing over the window frames, forming a subtle contrast with the silence inside the warehouse.

Lin Chen sat down on a crate, his fingertips quickly swiping across the screen to pull up the account. Futures profits were eighty-five thousand, plus the remaining cash after buying the house, totaling one hundred and sixty thousand dollars. A figure sufficient to change the fates of many people, and also sufficient to make someone lose everything.

"Brother Chen, one hundred and sixty thousand..." Li Wei leaned in, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice dry.

Lin Chen looked up, his gaze calm yet carrying immense weight: "Haven't we suffered enough insults and losses? Trust me, after this time, no one will be able to step on our heads casually." He paused, his tone brook no dissent, "There's only one chance."

Li Wei looked at those eyes; the certainty within them pressed down all the churning fear in his heart like a rock. He nodded heavily: "I trust you, Brother Chen! I'm with you!"

Lin Chen said no more, his finger steadily fixed on the operation key, and pressed it. The one hundred and sixty thousand in capital flooded into the designated futures contracts like water through an open sluice. The AI's real-time monitoring window immediately popped up a new prompt: [Position established. Clear upward momentum detected; it is recommended to hold the position and wait for amplified returns.]

"It's done." Lin Chen put away his phone, leaned back against the cold wall, let out a long breath, and whispered, "Million-dollar profits... are coming soon."

"Brother Chen, then what do we do now..."

"Go do something." Lin Chen interrupted him, his thoughts clear. "Go back to the Slum District and find out if there are any other homeowners like Mr. Wang who are anxious to sell. Ask quietly, focusing on those who need money for life-saving measures or are in a hurry to leave. Remember, safety first; if you run into Marcus's people, retreat immediately."

"Understood!" Li Wei's spirits lifted, and he turned, quickly disappearing through the warehouse door.

Silence returned to the warehouse. Lin Chen lit up the screen again, the ghostly light reflecting his calm face. He was like a stone Buddha in meditation, with only the occasional finger sliding across the screen to check real-time data proving the passage of time.

Three hours slipped by quietly.

The numbers on the screen began their first wave of movement. Profits jumped from one hundred and sixty thousand to one hundred and eighty thousand, then two hundred thousand... In one hour, a net increase of forty thousand. The corner of Lin Chen's mouth twitched ever so slightly, his gaze still locked onto the constantly refreshing market lines. The AI prompt flashed: [The upward trend is stable, volatility is healthy, continue to hold.]

As the night deepened, the noise of Chinatown became blurred through the walls. The profit figure broke two hundred and sixty thousand, steadily advancing toward the target. Excitement like a small electric current surged through his spine, but Lin Chen suppressed it firmly. The more it was this kind of time, the more absolute calmness was needed.

Familiar footsteps came from outside the warehouse, growing closer.

"Brother Chen!" Li Wei came in carrying the scent of the night wind, and although there was exhaustion on his face, his eyes were incredibly bright. He handed over a crumpled slip of paper with several lines of hurriedly recorded addresses and prices. "I found out about five properties! All are urgent sales, conditions are similar to before, we can negotiate each for around five thousand!"

Lin Chen took the slip of paper, scanned it quickly, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Adding the previous three sets, we'll have eight in our hands. When the Demolition happens..."

"But Brother Chen," Li Wei's tone suddenly sank, his voice lowered, "I heard some unsettling news. Some fellow townsmen said they saw people in suits who look like Jewish Capital hanging around the Slum District recently, asking about houses and the Demolition."

Lin Chen's gaze suddenly narrowed.

Jewish Capital... Their sense of smell and mobility were far more terrifying than a local thug like Marcus. If they really had their eyes on this piece of fat meat that was about to reach his mouth...

"It seems we have to be even faster." Lin Chen's voice turned cold, with the sharpness of decisiveness. "Tomorrow morning, we'll go find these five homeowners. We must swallow them all before others can react."

"Alright!" Li Wei clenched his fists.

"You're tired tonight, go rest first." Lin Chen gestured to a relatively clean open space in the corner of the warehouse. "I'll keep an eye on the market. Get enough rest; tomorrow is the real battle."

"I'll stay with you, Brother Chen." Li Wei shook his head, stubbornly sitting down nearby, his gaze also shifting to the screen flashing with figures of wealth.

The warehouse fell silent once again. One person calmly watched the numbers jump, while the other forced himself to stay awake amidst a mix of exhaustion and excitement. Outside the window, the lantern light swayed gently, and beyond that cold mobile phone screen, invisible floods of capital and greedy gazes had quietly included this dilapidated Slum District within their hunting grounds.