Many years ago.
Many, many years ago.
At that time, Lin Qi was still an ordinary man. He had signed up for a training course.
The so-called training course was actually run by a bunch of shady, idle people who had gotten their hands on some success-study CDs or books and were offering all kinds of vocational training programs.
Things like crash courses in eloquence.
Back then, this kind of vocational training was extremely popular. Although it was essentially deceiving the students, that did not mean they learned absolutely nothing.
Some people were destined to accomplish great things. Even if they read an Elementary School first-grade Chinese textbook, they could still find inspiration in it.
Some people were destined never to accomplish anything significant. Even if the richest man in the world chatted with them for an entire day, they still would not be able to say where the turning point in the future lay.
Lin Qi was obviously one of the former sort. He had listened very carefully. At the time, a young man only a few years older than him, who had already bought himself a villa through running such courses, asked him how to make someone who knew nothing about technology feel that what you said was flawless. Lin Qi firmly remembered the answer—
You had to appear more professional than anyone else!
What did being professional mean? To most successful people, if you could casually use some companies or institutions they had heard of as examples and rattle off a long string of data that sounded extremely precise, then you were professional!
You could not show uncertainty. You had to tell these people, who might not actually have much knowledge in their heads, in an utterly certain tone: This number is exactly what I said it