I'll Go Find Someone

"Biyue Bay Beach? What kind of news could you possibly get from a place like that?"

A group of media bosses, despite their usual extensive reach.

Didn't pay attention to everything.

"Haha! This Biyue Bay Beach was once eyed by Long Jun, but for some reason, it was snatched away by someone else. Long Jun was so angry he's been waiting for a chance to get revenge, and now, here it is! I heard they're rushing construction there. If something goes wrong, or if the boss is too harsh and the workers get fed up and cause trouble, maybe even a death..."

They all made their fortunes relying on hot topics, so they immediately understood what he meant.

What is news? What is a hot topic?

It's what people pay attention to!

It's what makes people unhappy, what makes them angry when they see it.

If... something happened at this construction site, coupled with a scandal, and workers caused trouble, it would immediately expose Zhuang Xin's character.

Would anyone still believe Zhuang Xin then? Would anyone stand up for him?

He'd be back to square one!

Once they had an idea, action followed immediately!

Three days later, the media bosses, having found their people, went to the construction site early in the morning and found the foreman!

"Old Jiang." A short, thin old man bought two bottles of drinks at a small shop outside the construction site and sat down with the foreman, who was wearing a hard hat.

"You don't come here unless there's a reason, Lai San. What are you doing here?"

They knew each other, and had known each other for quite some time.

There were always shady dealings in the real estate business.

Sometimes, unsavory methods were needed to resolve them, and Lai San was the leader of a gang of thugs.

"Heh heh, I'm not here for anything big, Brother Jiang. It's just... a small favor I'd like you to do." Lai San smiled at Jiang Zhong, then took out an envelope stuffed with a thick stack of bills, at least tens of thousands: "Take this first, it's just a taste. I've got three million set aside for you later. If you agree, all this money is yours."

Jiang Zhong looked at the envelope and fell silent.

Usually, he was the one making arrangements, the one giving out money. Today, it was the other way around.

This thug was offering him money?

"Tell me the job first!"

"You got it!" Lai San took out cigarettes, offered one to Jiang Zhong, and slowly laid out the plan.

The main idea was for Jiang Zhong to stir up trouble, preferably causing a death at a critical moment.

Expose the dark side of the construction site.

The bigger the commotion, the better.

However, after hearing the plan, Jiang Zhong's face darkened. He stood up abruptly and slapped Lai San.

Years of working on construction sites had given him strength, and he sent Lai San tumbling: "Damn it, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

With that, he picked up the envelope, threw it at Lai San's face, and turned back into the construction site.

Inside, he was furious!

What kind of place was this? Biyue Bay Beach!

Who arranged the work? It was Zhu Zuo, a real estate tycoon in Juncheng, practically a king in this town.

Before coming here, Zhu Zuo had explicitly warned him that nothing must go wrong here, or he would be held solely responsible.

Those troublemakers who came before, did they really leave just because they were paid off?

Pah, Jiang Zhong had arranged for his men to deal with them.

They were probably still in the hospital, and the money given was just for their medical expenses.

And now someone was asking him to cause trouble?

Was he, Jiang Zhong, crazy, or was Lai San crazy?

If others wanted to court death, let them. He, Jiang Zhong, wanted to live a few more years!

As for Lai San, he was stunned.

This wasn't right.

He knew Jiang Zhong. The man was greedy and lustful; he often went out for "entertainment" with guys like them.

Why was he being so righteous now? Refusing money? Millions of dollars, enough for Jiang Zhong to buy a house.

"Hmph! Jiang Zhong, Jiang Zhong. I originally wanted you to make some money too, but it looks like I'll have to make this money myself!"

With that, Lai San, holding his swollen, red face, grinned and walked away.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Xin was lying in bed, happily watching videos on Doushi and the news about various media accounts being shut down, grinning from ear to ear.

These people who would do anything for traffic. If he didn't put them in their place, they really thought they were hot stuff.

After watching it twice, he finally closed Doushi with satisfaction.

At the same time, his phone rang, labeled 'Stock Staff.' Seeing this label, Zhuang Xin knew it was Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was currently in the stock hall.

Three days had passed since Zhuang Xin last bought stocks.

The first two days were fine; they dropped a little each day, with no significant changes.

He had thought Zhuang Xin's money would be lost slowly and steadily, but then, early this morning!

Something happened!

And it was big.

The stocks Zhuang Xin had bought went crazy, starting to surge...

Yes, not just a normal rise, but a surge!

They doubled right at the opening. He thought they might drop after rising high, but that wasn't the case... these stocks kept climbing, like they were on a rocket, taking off!

"Connected!"

Seeing the call go through, Wang Dong quickly said, "Mr. Zhuang, the stocks you bought have gone up! It looks like they might rise a little over three times before the market closes today!"

Zhuang Xin had bought them for a little over two yuan each.

Now they had risen to five yuan and eighty cents, and they still showed no signs of stopping.

This meant that if Zhuang Xin sold the stocks he bought for 140 million yuan now, their total value would be over 400 million.

"Okay, I understand." Zhuang Xin heard this and responded calmly, as if he had already expected it.

He had indeed anticipated it. Since the system's ability was called Stock Prediction, it wouldn't trick him, right?

Even if they didn't rise much, they would eventually rise a little.

They were still far from his expectations.

"Oh, right. Tomorrow at noon, help me sell these stocks and switch them to 'Center Technology.' Make sure to sell and buy everything by tomorrow evening, understand?"

Zhuang Xin hesitated for a moment, but decided to inform Wang Dong in advance to avoid being rushed tomorrow.

"Ah? You want me to start selling at noon? Okay, I understand." Wang Dong agreed, wanting to say more, but Zhuang Xin suddenly hung up.

Listening to the beeping on the phone, Wang Dong gave a wry smile.

He had thought Zhuang Xin was investing randomly, but who would have guessed he calculated so accurately.

A while ago, the stocks Zhuang Xin chose had started falling from over ten yuan and had been dropping for more than half a year.

Now, Zhuang Xin had bought at the bottom, and the stocks had surged, tripling in value!

Could this be imagined by an ordinary person?

Did this Mr. Zhuang have insider information? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

Wang Dong couldn't figure it out, but he still hoped for an opportunity to ask Zhuang Xin about it later.

He refused to believe that anyone could play the stock market so accurately.

As for Zhuang Xin, he was lying at home like a salted fish.

He had been busy running around these past few days, and it was indeed quite tiring.

He planned to rest for a day and deal with other matters after today was over.