The Attitude Toward Work Must Be Serious to Reap the Rewards!

"I can confirm that the contract between Lin Qi and us was premeditated," Mr. He Bosi said after the party, sitting in a room at the club with those who had jointly signed the contract around him.

He sat on the sofa, legs crossed, toying with a wide-mouthed square cup in his hand, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the pattern of the carpet on the floor diagonally in front of him, but in reality he wasn't really looking at the pattern.

He was in a state of intense concentration, which made him appear as if he had entered a very special state where nothing could distract him, thus ensuring that his thinking was correct.

"Lin Qi bringing a female companion is the best attitude. He is actually sending us some kind of signal. He must be hinting at something!"

Mr. He Bosi spoke with such certainty that someone nearby asked, "What is he implying?"

Mr. He Bosi looked away from the void, glanced at the people around him, and shook his head. "I don't know what he's implying, but it's certainly not a good one. To be honest, I really don't understand what Lin Qi is trying to do this time. My experience has failed me with this young man."

Before this, Mr. He Bosi did not think anyone could set a trap for him, regardless of his special background—a Prince of a Small Country, but no matter how "small" the country was, it still had a voice in the International Community.

If someone deceives him, he is not the kind of person who cannot speak out. He can ruin the reputation of the person who deceived him. In addition, his age has allowed him to experience a lot, and he feels that he has reached perfection.

This statement is a bit exaggerated, but it reflects his mindset before that. No one could fool him until Lin Qi appeared.

He didn't have this feeling before signing the contract. After all, he had made Lin Qi suffer a loss a year or two ago. In his opinion, no matter how outstanding the outside world was in the evaluation of this young man, he was just so-so!

Now things are different. He doesn't even know what Lin Qi is planning to do, or how to deal with it. The people in the room all showed expressions of grief and helplessness. They were angry that someone had thrown them into a trap, and helpless because they still didn't know how the trap worked.

After a while, Mr. He Bosi sighed, snapping out of his thoughts, "Any big news lately?"

"Big news?" A younger-looking man murmured, repeating the same phrase. Though he was said to be young, he was actually in his forties. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head repeatedly. "There's no news. You know, reporters these days aren't like they used to be, reporting the news truthfully. They just want to grab people's attention!"

This is also a natural trend in the development of a commercial society, where everything revolves around commercial value. Only by attracting people's attention can effective value be generated, allowing journalists and newspapers to make money.

This has led to a kind of fatigue, where everything, big or small, is written as a big deal, like "Humanity is on the verge of extinction," when in reality it only discusses some social phenomena, but its headline is sensational enough to get people to pay for a newspaper or magazine.

In this trend of reporting that relies entirely on sensational headlines, it has become difficult for people to judge the effective value of a news article based on its headline.

Human energy is limited, and it's impossible to read all the reports. The result is that you end up reading a bunch of junk news and gaining nothing.

"Aside from some people who habitually go against the mainstream, I don't know what other news could be related to our business."

"A counterpoint?" Mr. He Bosi astutely caught a key word in the man's words. "What counterpoint?"

The young man paused for a moment, frowned, and gathered his thoughts before slowly saying, "Recently, some small international research institutions have issued dangerous warnings about the Galil currency. They believe that the Nagaril's current industry and economy cannot support Galil Exchange Rate, and that the Galil will soon plummet."

As he spoke, the young man continued, "Actually, this kind of news has been around since the Galil first started appreciating, and it hasn't stopped since. These small investigative agencies always report such counter-trend news."

"A few years ago, when Gefra was about to win, they said Gefra would eventually lose a decisive war. When the Federal's economy was developing rapidly, they said the Federal's economy would collapse... Uh!"

Mr. He Bosi pointed to the young man, "They were right once."

The young man countered, "But I don't think they'll be right this time. They're just trying to grab the attention and trust of a small group of investors with this viewpoint!"

This is indeed a method for many small organizations to quickly gain fame. They don't care if they fail ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times, since they have always been unknown.

However, if they successfully bet on an unexpected development of a mainstream event, they will receive enough attention and become one of the new mainstream.

"But what are the benefits of doing this?" Mr. He Bosi asked a question, as if he were asking someone else, or perhaps himself.

Meanwhile, Lin Qi and Jenia returned to the hotel and quickly completed their first exchange, entering the second half of the match.

"You're bad, you know that?" Jenia lay on top of Lin Qi. There was a television in the bedroom, showing the evening news.

The female host undresses while explaining the news report; this type of late-night adult program is very popular.

Of course, adult programs that go straight to the point of being explicit are also popular, but after watching them for a while, you get tired of them. Instead, news about stripping becomes more popular.

The hosts' unique profession, their news broadcasts, and their ever-reducing clothing all provide viewers with a unique sensory experience. Since the first episode aired, the ratings have skyrocketed, leading to the emergence of more diverse programs on midnight adult channels.

"What did I do?" Lin Qi asked.

Jenia rolled over and lay on top of Lin Qi. She looked at Lin Qi and said, "You know what kind of party it is tonight, and you still brought me along. You wanted to embarrass those people, didn't you?"

Lin Qi didn't deny it, and nodded with a smile. Jenia continued to ask, "Do you two have some kind of grudge?"

She felt she could never do such a thing to her friend, so Lin Qi must have had some kind of grudge against that guy.

Lin Qi smiled but didn't answer. There was no point in answering this question anyway; the plunder of capital has no concept of right or wrong.

Or rather, there is no sense of right and wrong in the world of capital. The purpose of all capital is to continuously expand and grow. If we have to find a reason, it is probably the law of nature.

Big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp, and the same applies to capital.

Lin Qi wanted to expand, but he couldn't just find a factory to work seriously on his own. Apart from the most basic exploitation and oppression of capital, he didn't have many other options.

The fastest, most efficient, and most effective method is the mutual devouring of capital; he wants to turn people like He Bosi into fuel for his own expansion, nothing more.

When Jenia didn't get a reply from Lin Qi, she didn't press the matter further. The two of them had gotten together for various reasons, and given their impure motives, they were both quite cautious.

So Jenia changed the subject, "You know what? I read the newspaper today. An independent group in Li Ya attacked the garrison and caused terrible casualties."

Lin Qi shifted his attention from the host, who had almost completely disappeared, to Jenia.

Jenia sighed with some emotion, "Why is there war? Why can't we all live in peace?"

Because you fucking invaded someone else's country and then forcibly leased their territory!

Of course, Lin Qi wouldn't say these things. Lin Qi just smiled and said, "Because this world is not lacking in ambitious people."

He reached out and felt the smoothness of Jenia's skin. He had to admit that Jenia took great care of her body. Women in their early thirties usually start to experience skin decline, but Jenia's skin was still in its best condition.

It is said that she bathes in milk every two or three days and uses some advanced and effective beauty treatments.

Some scientists tell people that those maintenance methods are not very effective and the effects do not last long, but for wealthy people, even if the effects only last for six hours, they can maintain these effects indefinitely.

In such an environment, her body didn't look like she was in her thirties, but more like she was in her twenties, making her irresistible.

"Ambition is the ugliest thing in the world. Only those who incite ethnic antagonism and hatred can benefit from it."

"Power, status, wealth, or simply the power of life and death!"

Jenia asked casually, "Didn't you say last time that you had a way to solve the Li Ya problem? What was it?"

An actress, an excellent actress, her performance was superb. It all seemed like an unexpected exclamation and casual question sparked by a news story, coupled with a curious glance, as if there was really no ulterior motive.

But Lin Qi knew that all of this was purposeful; perhaps His Your Majesty the Emperor was still testing him. Lin Qi wouldn't remain silent, nor would he reveal the core solution.

He said jokingly, "This problem isn't cheap!"

Less than five seconds after he finished speaking, he suddenly gasped. He looked at the silent, head-down Jenia with a hint of curiosity.

What benefits did the emperor promise her that made her work so hard?