64: Chapter 64 Dark Vision

After walking Lawyer Zhang Qi downstairs, Lin Ning opened the passenger door and hopped in.

Lawyer Zhang Qi: "?? Is there something else?"

"When will my license be ready?"

Jiang Yu's family case was nearing its end, so it was time to make the necessary preparations.

Lawyer Zhang Qi looked at Lin Ning with a touch of helplessness. "I sent you a message yesterday. Didn't you see it?"

"Ah?" Lin Ning quickly checked his messages.

Lawyer Zhang Qi: "Just having a studio license isn't enough. You need to quickly arrange things like accounting and insurance as well."

"Got it. Do you have any recommendations? For now, part-timers will be enough for my needs."

Lawyer Zhang Qi stared at Lin Ning with dead fish eyes for a long while. "Do you think I'm some kind of private attorney from overseas?"

Lin Ning grinned. "Hey! We're friends. Don't be so formal."

Lawyer Zhang Qi, feeling helpless, fished out two business cards and handed them to Lin Ning.

After putting them away, Lin Ning thought for a moment. "If I want to pay off my loan early, do I need to pay any interest or penalties for breach of contract?"

"You have enough money?" Lawyer Zhang Qi was a bit surprised. How long had it been? The person who was once driven like a stray dog by debt collectors suddenly had money?

"Hehehe, mostly serving the people, and I happened to make a little on the side."

Lawyer Zhang Qi: "..."

How annoying. It felt like he had successfully flexed.

He felt a bit sour inside; that speed of making money was incredible.

This wasn't just a few thousand or tens of thousand; it was over six hundred thousand.

"Aren't you also supposed to 'lend' money to Jiang Yu?"

"Even with that added in, I have enough." Lin Ning gave a reserved smile.

F*ck! Over a million?

Lawyer Zhang Qi's composure crumbled a bit. He had handled cases worth millions or tens of millions, and he'd even seen those involving hundreds of millions, but Lin Ning was different.

This was starting from scratch in less than a month.

Is it hard to make hundreds of millions? It's definitely not as hard as making the first million.

Ask those big shots worth tens of billions today about their entrepreneurial history—how long did it take them to make their first million?

Lawyer Zhang Qi waved Lin Ning away like he was shooing a fly. "I'll let you know when it's done. Go, go, go, get out of here quickly. Don't bother me. Don't you know lawyers charge by the hour? I don't have time to chat with you."

Lin Ning was kicked out of the car in a sorry state.

Before, he had been hesitating whether to use his existing money to make more money or to pay off his debts first.

After all, with the help of his Golden Finger, the profits from investing would definitely be much higher than the interest on his installment debt.

But now, his thinking had changed.

What he needed was to be debt-free and light-hearted. Even if—even if he died in an "accident"—he wanted to ensure no debt was left to his family and friends.

Lin Ning was thinking about having plenty of time in the afternoon and whether he should go out for a stroll. After all, his list of "Red Names" was now empty, and he had no reserves.

Tao Shuyu's call came in. "Xiao Lin, it's reached 35%. Do you want to sell?"

"Sell, sell! I'll do it in a moment. Hahaha, thanks for the reminder, Brother Tao. I really haven't looked at the market these past two days." Lin Ning naturally listened to Tao Shuyu; after all, professional matters should be left to the professionals.

"Why be so polite?" Tao Shuyu's voice sounded very happy. After all, he was the one who led him into crypto trading. If they made money, everyone was happy. But if someone greedy didn't listen to him and ended up getting "harvested," it would be quite distressing. It was the same old saying: after all, he was the one who brought them into the market.

Someone who is obedient, sensible, and grateful—who wouldn't like that?!

"Brother Tao is leading us to fortune, so any way we thank you is only right. Brother Tao, let me know when you're free. Wang Qiao and I want to treat you to a meal and get together."

"Oh, I'm going to Shanghai on a business trip for a while tomorrow," Tao Shuyu said, sounding conflicted. He paused for a moment and then said, "There's a gathering in the investment circle tonight. Do you and Wang Qiao want to come with me?"

"...Is it convenient? Neither of us is really in the investment circle. I don't want to get in your way. If you're busy, we can get together after you return to Yanjing." Lin Ning intended to enter the investment field, so he naturally wanted to see the world, but he felt a bit embarrassed to keep bothering Tao Shuyu.

"Oh, it's no trouble. Many people bring guests, and we won't be discussing anything serious. It's just eating, drinking, and getting to know each other. Then it's settled. I'll send you the time and address later, and I'll let Wang Qiao know in a bit." Tao Shuyu really liked Wang Qiao and had a good impression of Lin Ning.

After hanging up and receiving the WeChat message, Lin Ning was a bit excited. He went home and started rummaging through his things for clothes.

He pulled out a suit he had specifically bought for work. Besides being covered in wrinkles, it was unexpectedly baggy and short!

He knew he had gotten thinner—after all, that was the price of using the Eye of Insight twice—and now he had no fat, only tight, well-defined muscles.

But did he get taller? He scratched his head.

Wang Qiao's call came through. "Lin Zi, Brother Tao told you, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get your ass out here to help me buy some clothes!"

"...How crude!"

Lin Ning knew that Wang Qiao was quite familiar with this circle; his previous job was related, and his current job brought him into contact with it frequently.

Wang Qiao picked out two casual suits for him, all while criticizing Lin Ning's taste and calling him a bumpkin. "Are you trying to be an insurance agent or a real estate broker? What kind of taste is this..."

Before he could finish, Lin Ning directly suppressed him with force, tucking the motorcycling man's head under his arm. "Just do the job. Why so much crap!"

Sunlight fell through the mall's glass dome, shining on the two handsome young men as they fooled around, causing many girls to stop and stare involuntarily.

In the tea house, Lin Ning devoured Shrimp Dumplings one by one, complaining as he ate, "Expensive and tasteless!"

Wang Qiao, eating slowly and elegantly, rolled his eyes. "Do you want your breath to reek of Pungent Herbs at the place we're going to later?"

"This kind of gathering is a cold buffet; nobody actually goes there to eat."

"Following Brother Tao, we'll be introduced to many people, but we're not qualified to chat with them. Just greet them politely and collect business cards. Also..."

Looking at Wang Qiao, who was explaining various rules and unspoken protocols to him, Lin Ning became thoughtful.

A person's energy is limited, and everyone has different areas of expertise.

Even with the intelligence boost from his increasing Psychic Power, he could master financial knowledge and business strategies through serious study. But he had already decided to take the path primarily focused on reporting.

And Wang Qiao was already part of this circle, and his natural talent was in social interaction. It would be a total waste not to bring such a talent—who was also a brother he trusted—to help him.

In the future, Wang Qiao could handle the company's operations while he stayed in the background, responsible for screening targets. With the two brothers each performing their duties, their combined strength would be unstoppable!

And as he had thought before, for investigating high-end figures, he could have Wang Qiao take the lead. If Wang Qiao became the general manager of an investment company, what kind of occasion could he not attend? What kind of person could he not reach?

Thinking of this, Lin Ning's expression softened, and with a gentle tone, he placed a piece of Steamed Pork Ribs with Black Bean Sauce into Wang Qiao's bowl. "There's time to talk after you've eaten your fill. Be good; it won't taste good once it gets cold."

"...Get lost!!" Wang Qiao didn't know what kind of fit Lin Ning was throwing now, but he couldn't stand that tone as if he were talking to a son.

Meanwhile, in the USA.

A luxurious office decorated entirely in walnut wood.

The bright lights could not dispel the gloom in the owner's heart.

"The White House and The Pentagon are very dissatisfied with the recent intelligence and operations in China. The big shots need answers. Presley, I need an answer too. Can you tell me?"

"Boss, there have been significant changes in Capital, China in a short period. Several of our lines were exposed almost simultaneously, leading to massive losses, especially 'Alice'."

"And then?"

"When exposures like this, which aren't part of the 'School of Fish,' happen in such a short time, it's either the Chinese intelligence organizations closing their nets or the emergence of some key technology and a special person. Given the international trends and the stability of China's domestic politics, I judge the latter to be highly probable."

"I have already activated 'The Officer' to investigate the situation and have ordered others to remain silent for now..."

At this point, Presley paused. "I will speed up the subversion of 'The Observer.' He can provide us with key information. Boss, he has a huge appetite; we need to make greater concessions."

"Heh, I'll grant you maximum authority. Bring him in and make him our dog. For a dog that works well, a reward is inevitable."