Secret News from Dafang Pharmaceutical

Alright, even the dark web can't stop an Intelligent AI. That makes sense—the dark web is a lawless place, so the Intelligent AI has no restraints there instead.

Lin Qiye had originally wanted the Intelligent AI to take him for a look at the dark web.

But then he thought about how he was in the dorm, and getting caught wouldn't be good, so he dropped the idea.

Everything still came down to money. It looked like he had to keep earning.

Lin Qiye continued typing.

"Any good investment options right now?"

[Dafang Pharmaceutical. An abnormal message detected, likely to be a positive stimulus for the company's stock price.]

Lin Qiye's interest was instantly piqued.

"Go on."

[The message originates from a foreign forum. A foreign drug inspection analyst complained on a personal blog that the recent workload was too heavy, affecting her daily life.]

[Among the information, there was a mention of Dafang Pharmaceutical's drugs passing FDA certification.]

[This information has not yet been announced domestically. Once confirmed, the stock price is likely to surge.]

"What does FDA certification mean?"

[FDA stands for the US Food and Drug Administration. Drugs that pass its certification can be marketed in the United States. In the medical device and pharmaceutical fields, obtaining FDA certification helps enhance a company's or product's visibility and market competitiveness.]

Got it. It's like a high-level endorsement recognized within the industry. That's definitely a huge positive for the company's stock.

Deciding to buy this stock tomorrow, Lin Qiye put down his laptop and prepared to get off the bunk to brush his teeth and then sleep.

After brushing his teeth, he returned to the top bunk, but his phone's text message ringtone went off.

Opening it, he saw several missed calls and one text message.

"Xiao Lin, this is Li Xiongye. Why aren't you answering my calls? Reply to this message and call me back. I have something important to discuss with you."

Lin Qiye called back.

"Uncle Li, what's up?"

"Great news. Are you free tonight? Come to the Fragrant Tea House on Fallen Street for a sit-down."

"Thanks, but I'm about to sleep."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Li Xiongye spoke again. "If you're not coming, that's fine. There's something I want to talk to you about. We can do it over the phone."

"Uncle Li, go ahead. No need for formalities between us."

"It's like this. I've pooled some money with a few friends, planning to start an investment company. It's not much, just two million. They want me to handle the trading. You know my skill level, so I was hoping you could be an advisor. The company will give you a twenty percent share of the profits."

"Twenty percent? Give me a few days to think it over."

"What's there to think about? This kind of thing is decided in a flash. I'll add another five percent for you, nephew."

"Twenty-five percent! That's really good. Give me three days to consider, then I'll give you an answer."

On the other end of the phone, there was some noise, which then disappeared. Li Xiongye had clearly covered the phone.

After a moment, Li Xiongye got straight to the point. "Kid, give me a definite answer. How much do you want?"

"Thirty percent profit share. I'll be an investment advisor. I only provide suggestions, no hands-on trading. There has to be a contract."

"Fine. I'll come find you at the Internet Cafe tomorrow, eight in the morning."

With that, Li Xiongye hung up proactively.

Lin Qiye stretched. This luck was too good. Just as he was thinking about money, someone delivered it to his doorstep.

He pulled up the covers and drifted off to sleep.

At the Fragrant Tea House on Fallen Street.

A table of people was engaged in heated discussion.

Li Xiongye, Professor Wang, his colleague, and two other people Lin Qiye had never met.

The focus of the argument among these six was Lin Qiye's demand.

The two who had never dealt with Lin Qiye strongly disagreed.

"What makes him deserve thirty percent?"

"Exactly. We put up the money and handle the operations ourselves. He takes no risk and walks away with thirty percent for nothing. I'm not okay with that."

Li Xiongye retorted irritably, "If you don't want to do it, then don't. We've all been in the same group for years, no need to ruin the friendship over this. I'm putting up a million in principal and I'm not complaining. What the hell are you worried about?"

These words shut the two up. After all, they were putting in at most a hundred thousand each. By share ratio, they really didn't have much say.

Professor Wang chimed in, "I think Lin Qiye is a good kid. Everything he says has solid reasoning. I trust his ability."

Professor Wang's colleague nodded. "I know my limits. I've lost a lot in the stock market these past few years. It's better to let Xiao Lin guide the operations."

The two exchanged a glance and stood up simultaneously.

They left behind one sentence: "One Boss, two professors, and not a shred of confidence. Just wait until you lose your shirts."

After the two left, Li Xiongye put on a bitter face and joked, "What use is confidence? I lost my ten million down to four million. I didn't dare go home for a while—the moment I stepped through the door, my wife would claw my face. Lucky for me, Lin Qiye helped me earn back a million, so my wife finally let me in."

Professor Wang took a sip of tea: "Yeah, he's got some skill. The stock I bought had a pre-loss announcement that night—it's bound to plummet tomorrow. Good thing I cut my losses and got out with a small loss."

The three of them talked and talked, eventually circling back to stocks.

When it came to stocks, they all sounded like experts, but they just couldn't make real money in the market.

One night passed, and Lin Qiye woke up early.

Already used to sleeping alone, he found group living a bit hard to adjust to.

Especially at night—those energetic young guys would suddenly let out a random yell for no reason.

Then the whole building would erupt in shouting.

After that, the girls' dorm across the way would join the fray, and the two buildings would instantly go at it like dry kindling meeting a flame, yelling back and forth through the air.

It didn't stop until the duty teacher and security guards showed up.

Lin Qiye felt that if he kept living like this, he'd end up with a nervous breakdown sooner or later.

He wondered if he should rent a place off campus.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Li Xiongye again.

"Xiao Lin, come to the Internet Cafe. I've brought the lawyer and the contract. Let's try to get this settled before the market opens."

"So early? Let me brush my teeth first, and I'll be right there."

Lin Qiye jumped out of bed, grabbed his cup, toothbrush, and toothpaste, washed up hastily, then said goodbye to his roommates, who were still sound asleep.

"Brothers, I'm heading out. Call me if anything comes up at school."

He walked briskly, grabbing a steaming basket of xiaolongbao from a roadside stall along the way.

Dipping them in a bit of sauce, he wolfed down the little buns in a few bites, then downed a cup of soy milk. His hunger subsided.

By then, he had reached the Internet Cafe, where he saw Li Xiongye standing at the entrance with another middle-aged man in a suit.

Li Xiongye introduced him: "This is the lawyer I brought. He'll explain the contract to you in a bit. And if you want to get it notarized, we can do that too, so you don't have to worry."

Lin Qiye shook hands with the lawyer and invited them both in.

"Let's talk inside."

The three of them walked into the Internet Cafe. Li Xiongye looked around at the lively scene and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao Lin, you're really something. A business that was losing money in my hands is thriving in yours."

"I'm not making money either. I'm running a buy-one-get-one-free promotion, aren't I?"

"I've been keeping accounts since I was sixteen, following my uncle around. Don't think I can't see it—you're making a killing on snacks and drinks every day."

"I haven't tallied it up yet. At best, it just covers the Internet fees."