20: Chapter 20: Finding the Path to Wealth, Winning Without Effort by Following the Boss

Because the capital was small, he only earned a few thousand yuan.

But Lin Ning was still very happy because his hypothesis about the golden names had been verified.

Then...

Lin Ning felt he had found the correct way to use the golden names.

Lin Ning thought back to the people with golden names he had seen at the High-Tech Industrial Park. Aside from some bosses on the move, most were entrepreneurs looking for investment. What would happen if those entrepreneurs had luck on their side? Success would be the only answer. So, what if he invested in those ideas destined for success?

Hiss~~

If he, who could see this luck, could make this path work, wouldn't he also become a person of great fortune?

Unfortunately, his Golden Finger only worked on real people with the naked eye. Mirrors, photos, and video screens were all useless.

He was destined never to see his own status in his entire life.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Qiao bumped his glass.

"Thinking about the future," Lin Ning snapped out of it. "Our vision and abilities aren't great, but we can follow the big shots' investments, or invest in the big shots themselves."

Wang Qiao chuckled. "Haha, you're dreaming big."

"You'll know when your 'daddy' takes you to fly!" Lin Ning gave a mysterious smile.

He had realized one thing—

Gold wasn't just simple "good luck"; it was "continuously appreciating fortune." It was the success code for entrepreneurs and the keen sense of smell for investors. This path was safer and more dignified than reporting Red Names, and it could make money long-term. It was practically a custom-made "Path to Wealth through Low-Key Living" for him!

"Pay off your debts first, work hard at your manual labor, and then save up to become an angel investor, hahaha."

Lin Ning rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the cold water!"

Lin Ning grumbled inwardly; therefore, the career of catching Red Names couldn't stop!

Wang Qiao remembered something and asked, "Where did you get fifty thousand yuan to invest? And Brother Tao is very impressive, but it's your first time meeting him. You actually dared to trust him and invest so much at once? I don't know whether to say you have a huge gambling streak or if you're just destined to be a sucker for health supplements in the future."

Lin Ning: "..."

Lin Ning knew Wang Qiao meant well and was worried about him, so he had to explain. "I have over a hundred thousand on me. After setting aside enough for a few months of debt repayments, this fifty thousand is spare cash. How could I go all-in? Besides, I can see that Brother Tao has great financial luck. Investing with him, even if I don't make a huge profit, I won't lose much."

Wang Qiao was curious. "Where did you get over a hundred thousand?"

Lin Ning was now so practiced in this lie it was almost sad. He pulled up his mobile banking page and shoved it in front of Wang Qiao. "The state gave it to me. They said I'm bound to become a pillar of the nation, so they want to invest in me!"

Wang Qiao looked at the two hundred-thousand-yuan transfers from a state-owned bank, his eyes widening. Lin Ning's words sounded incredibly fake, but there was no other way to explain why the state would send him money. "Wow, for real?"

Lin Ning laughed loudly, stopping the teasing. "Don't I do delivery runs? I meet a lot of people. I reported two criminals, and this is the reward money."

Wang Qiao: "...That's so dangerous."

"Dangerous my foot. I'm just reporting them, not catching them myself."

Wang Qiao thought about it and agreed, but he was still a bit worried and urged, "Then make sure you wear your mask and glasses properly at work in the future, just in case someone tries to retaliate."

Lin Ning felt a warmth in his heart and smiled. "Okay, don't worry. You know me—I'm a Nascent Soul of the Low-Key Path!"

Wang Qiao burst out laughing.

Lin Ning shifted the topic back to Wang Qiao. "By the way, what work are you doing now? You have ten thousand left over every month after paying your debts; that's a pretty high income."

Wang Qiao paused, his eyes shifting slightly. "Just... taking some freelance gigs."

"What kind of gig pays that well?" Lin Ning put down his chopsticks.

Wang Qiao said, "I'm currently working as a... Private Itinerary Planner."

A bunch of social news headlines flashed through Lin Ning's mind, and his voice changed pitch. "Wait, this 'Private Itinerary Planning' you're talking about... is it legitimate?"

After speaking, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the top of Wang Qiao's head. Hmm~ Green. Safe.

Wang Qiao was so annoyed he grabbed a tissue box as if to throw it. Seeing people at the next table looking over, he quickly put it down, his face flushing red. He lowered his voice and hissed through gritted teeth, "It's beyond legitimate! You need a certificate to work! What kind of filth is in your head!"

He explained in a low voice, "It's basically a high-end tour guide... accompanying wealthy clients to sights, booking restaurants, arranging business meetings, and sometimes helping with translation. It pays one to three thousand a day, depending on the specific tasks."

Lin Ning understood. "That's not bad. Are the orders steady?"

Wang Qiao: "Not at first, but after a few jobs, my service ratings in the system became very good. Now my schedule is fully booked."

"I just finished a job for a Singaporean client a few days ago and made eight thousand in three days." As Wang Qiao said this, his back straightened unconsciously. "When they left, they even said they'd introduce other clients to me."

Lin Ning looked him up and down and suddenly smiled. "Not bad, Director Wang. Your personality is actually quite suited for this. You're meticulous, capable, and know how to deal with people. When 'daddy' gets rich in the future, I'll introduce some resources to you too!"

"Get lost!" Wang Qiao laughed and cursed.

"Lin Zi," Wang Qiao suddenly spoke up, "thanks."

Lin Ning patted his shoulder. "Brothers don't need to say that. If you really want to thank me, wait until we make money from the digital currency, then treat me to a Michelin meal."

"Keep dreaming! I'll give you all the street food stalls you can eat!"

Talking and laughing, they finished a simple lunch.

Lin Ning was still thinking about the golden names; he wanted to go check out his 'fish pond'.

There wasn't much sentimentality between men. He just wiped his mouth. "I have some things to do this afternoon, so I'm heading back. Give me a shout when you're moving."

Wang Qiao waved his hand. "I'll definitely use you as manual labor. Now beat it."

Lin Ning left Wang Qiao with the view of his back and a raised middle finger as he hurried away.

In the afternoon at the High-Tech Zone, the sun made the ground scorching hot, and the wind carried a sense of anxiety about "making money."

Lin Ning squatted in a corner of the small plaza beneath the National Incubation Base building, his back against a flower bed. He clutched a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, the cap unscrewed for a long time without him taking a sip, as his eyes remained glued to the people entering and exiting the main entrance. Those in windbreakers paired with suit pants, those with backpacks clutching document folders, those in formal suits but looking exhausted... even without looking at the colors, he could recognize an entrepreneur at a glance—that contradictory vibe of "clearly not having much money, yet full of drive" was too easy to spot.

Just like the character profiles in this park before, the colors were rich and varied, but the proportion of gold was indeed higher. Most were light gold, but there were also several instances of brilliant, dazzling gold.

Weren't these just walking "money trees"? Right now, he had no money or resources and could only squat here to feast his eyes, but once he saved enough capital, following these guys with exploding luck or investing in them early—how could he worry about not making a comeback? Lin Ning smacked his lips, his eyes gleaming with the light of "money power"—stay low-key, wait for the opportunity, and in the future, these golden names will all be my "personal resource bank"!

Taking one last deep look and wiping a suspicious glint from the corner of his mouth, Lin Ning turned to leave.

"Hey, Officer Li Feng, do you know any professional places for combat training..."