Chapter Forty-One: Two Stocks

No unexpected vision suddenly flashed before his eyes. Instead, the five enhancement projects above the progress bar vanished in the span of a single breath.

A line of small text appeared right after, only to vanish into nothingness a moment later.

"Tongxin Technology."

"Meijia Pharmaceuticals."

Wei Lin, who had been staring fixedly at the progress bar the entire time, saw it clearly and blurted out.

"Stocks!"

In an instant, he understood what the so-called short-term moneymaking opportunity referred to.

Stocks—the domestic legal gambling market. Only here could someone make a fortune in the short term, or lose everything down to their last penny!

"How long is the short term? It should... be trustworthy, right?"

Wei Lin turned on his desktop computer, immediately gathered information on the two listed companies, and checked their recent stock trends, finding their ups and downs entirely normal.

Half an hour passed, and Wei Lin found no official or insider news indicating that either of these two stocks would surge in the near future.

"Ever since the affection value suddenly appeared, there hasn't been a single error. It should be worth trusting."

"It's also worth taking a gamble!"

Wei Lin quickly made up his mind.

Opening the banking and stock trading apps on his phone, he squinted as he thought.

His funds were scattered across fixed-term bank wealth management products, mutual funds, stocks, and a portion in demand deposits.

The fixed-term wealth management products, mutual funds, and bank demand deposits were left behind by the old man, and he wouldn't touch them lightly.

If he were to move them, it would only be for the sake of Xinlin.

In his stock account lay eight long-term, motionless stocks. He had held every single one of them for at least two years, with the oldest held all the way from his university days to the present.

—The two million-plus yuan in his stock account consisted of years of New Year lucky money, along with some savings accumulated by Teacher Wang.

Over the years, he had grown his account from four hundred thousand to over two million, occasionally feeling a small surge of pride.

Yet before today, he had never played short-term swing trading, nor had he ever touched medium-term trends.

He would always research a company thoroughly, analyze it carefully after careful deliberation, and accompany that listed company as it grew, almost never choosing to abandon it midway.

The eight companies he favored fluctuated up and downs; perhaps they caused him losses in a certain year, or perhaps they yielded massive profits in another.

Those with stable emotions in this market were rare, and he happened to be one of them. He ignored temporary drops and rises, willing instead to endure long periods of bitter waiting.

Because of this, his returns in the stock market were quite decent.

"Before the prompt, I never touched short-term trading. But now that there's a clear prompt, then..."

Drawing eighty thousand yuan from his 870,000 yuan in demand deposits, Wei Lin allocated the funds to purchase shares of Tongxin Technology and Meijia Pharmaceuticals respectively, even preparing himself mentally for potential losses.

After a moment of silent deliberation, he felt he had at least a seventy to eighty percent certainty of making a profit through these two stocks.

Thus, he dialed Zhao Yuanqing's phone and said, "Yuanqing, I'm quite optimistic about two stocks. Are you interested in investing some idle cash to play the market?"

"Sure, which two?"

True to being a good brother, Zhao Yuanqing didn't question his ability at all, simply asking, "When should I buy? When should I sell?"

"Tongxin Technology and Meijia Pharmaceuticals. Buy them right now, and I'll tell you when to sell." Wei Lin instructed carefully, "Keep the amount small, just treat it as a pastime, don't dump too much in!"

"Alright, I'll go buy some."

The financially well-off Zhao Yuanqing didn't take it too seriously at all.

...

"Possess the ability of Super Meditation."

After the first option concluded, Wei Lin sat upright in his office chair, attempting to clear his mind of distracting thoughts and empty himself.

He had successful experience with meditation.

However, in the past, every time he meditated, it took him a significant amount of time just to enter the state.

If he hadn't slept well the previous night, or had drunk too much alcohol, no matter how hard he tried, he would fail to enter meditation.

This time was markedly different!

When he swept away the numerous distracting thoughts in his mind, he entered the meditative state almost instantly. His mind became a blank void, forgetting even the single star that seemed suspended in the outer space of the cosmos.

Ten minutes later, he was awakened by a nuisance call.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wei Lin felt as though he had just caught up on sleep. His entire being felt refreshed, his thinking became exceptionally clear, and it seemed as if he could immediately throw himself into work with absolute focus.

"Wonderful!"

Previously, it took great difficulty for him to enter a meditative state, and after just a few minutes or ten-odd minutes, he would slip back out of it, leaving his mental state only slightly improved.

A feeling of being this full of energy and entirely relaxed all over, like today, was something he had never experienced before.

"Inner peace achieved, no more anxiety, enhanced focus, and a cleared mind—is this what true meditation is like?"

"If every time I experience mental fatigue, I can rapidly enter a meditative state and thereby recover my energy in the short term, that would massively boost work efficiency!"

"Exercise strengthens the physical body, while meditation strengthens the mind. Combined together, what kind of potential will this body unleash?"

Wei Lin straightened up.

Taking advantage of his clear-headed state, he pondered the cooperation between Xinlin and Fenglin, as well as what moves Tang Qiang's side might make.

In the afternoon, Wei Lin received a message from the young coach: "Seven o'clock, he's coming for his lesson."

"Very good! I'll be there punctually at seven!"

Wei Lin dialed An Xin's number, briefly explaining the situation and what he needed An Xin's cooperation with.

"Bro! People like us who champion chivalry ought to draw our swords to help when we encounter injustice on the road!"

Upon hearing this, An Xin sounded even more indignant and excited than him: "Don't worry, I won't do a single thing today, I'll just wait for you at the gym!"

That afternoon, Wei Lin made his usual rounds visiting Birch, Zhijie, and Tianzhong.

He noticed that the three competing firms had already begun stepping in line to busy themselves with Fenglin's orders, and the quality of the manufactured goods produced so far was entirely up to standard, causing him to breathe a silent sigh of relief.

As six o'clock approached, he went home for a quick shower, meditated for a little while, and then picked up An Xin along the way.

"Did you sort it out with your coach?"

Looking at the little fatty dressed head-to-toe in brand-new Under Armour athletic gear, Wei Lin expressed satisfaction and praised him, "You finally put on a proper outfit for working out."

"Handsome, right?" An Xin said with complacent pride, "Sister Xiaorou also said it looks good. This brand highlights my muscles! Bro, rest assured, today whatever you work out, I'm working out!"

"Screw those old perverts!"

As he spoke, the little fatty flexed his arm to show off.

...

Six-forty-five.

Wei Lin, accompanied by An Xin, did a couple of casual stretches and waited near the gym entrance.

The little fatty looked like a combative young rooster, playing with a dumbbell one moment and flexing his thick arms—where fat vastly outnumbered muscle—while his little eyes darted everywhere.

"President Wei, what on earth are you planning to do?"

Yu Xiaorou asked with a helpless expression, "President An said last night that whatever you train today, he trains too. So what exactly are you planning to train?"

"I don't know yet, I'll find out in a moment." Seeing more and more people entering the gym, Wei Lin smiled brightly, "How lively. I personally love lively places."

Beside him, He Jingxuan already had beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she nervously asked in a low voice, "Nothing's going to go wrong, right?"

"Don't worry, little sister, my way of doing things boils down to a single word." Wei Lin smiled.

"Solid!"

The little fatty, deeply familiar with his catchphrase, spoke it in unison with him.

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

"Director Liao, you've arrived?"

At that moment, Zhao Jie at the entrance finally welcomed her VIP guest, hurrying forward with brisk steps.

The newcomer stood one meter seventy-two tall, in his early forties, wearing a freshly changed training outfit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looking rather scholarly.

He clearly had a certain number of years of training under his belt.

His shoulders, arms, and pectorals were faintly visible beneath the thin training outfit, looking far from someone devoid of strength.

"What's on the training schedule for today?"

As soon as he walked in, Liao Haibo saw He Jingxuan nearby and frowned, saying, "The level of coaches here all over the place is uneven. I trained my back yesterday and didn't feel a single thing."

"We're doing it over again today!"

He wore an expression of lingering irritation.

He Jingxuan, who had just been mocked, remained silent. Originally intending to persuade Wei Lin not to go too far, she now found herself looking forward to it instead.

"Alright, let's continue training the back."

Zhao Jie, also a coach, saw that he was clearly still angry and didn't dare defy him, obediently leading him over to a lat pulldown machine.

Wei Lin smiled faintly and immediately followed them.

"Little brother, mind if we squeeze in and work out together?"

Right next to another adjacent lat pulldown machine, he flashed a beaming, amiable smile at a college student and asked, "We're planning to work out on this too, do you mind?"

Seeing An Xin arrive with two female coaches with wide grins as well, the college student looked utterly bewildered: "Sure, go ahead."

"You go first, and when you're resting, the two of us will swap in."

Wei Lin was extremely polite.

The gym at around seven o'clock was genuinely crowded; many pieces of equipment were occupied, with two or three people even swarming a single machine.

Yet on Wei Lin's side, at the two adjacent lat pulldown machines, seven people were simultaneously present.

During the inter-set rests, Wei Lin, making space for An Xin and the college student, would intentionally or unintentionally bump into Liao Haibo on the other side.

Once, twice—Liao Haibo didn't think much of it.

After multiple times, however,

Seeing that Liao Haibo finally seemed to wake up to it without immediately blowing his fuse, Wei Lin simply found an angle shielded from the security cameras and delivered a heavy blow when bumping into Liao Haibo.

He was facing the cameras head-on.

When he backed up to touch Liao Haibo, he used the hand he had placed behind his back to fiercely and heavily pinch the old greaseball's buttocks.

"What are you doing?!"

Liao Haibo shrieked sharply like a startled young bride.

His eyes filled with terror as he looked at Wei Lin's expression as if viewing a perverted freak, saying with a mix of horror and disgust, "Why did you pinch me?"

In the bustling gym, countless gazes instantly converged on them.

Wei Lin finally reveled in the moment, thinking to himself: *"To cure a greasy old pervert like you, you really have to be ruthless and freakish enough!"*

"Which damn eye of yours saw me pinch you?!" Wei Lin's roar was even more terrifyingly loud than Liao Haibo's shrieks; he desperately wanted to attract everyone over.

Pointing straight at Liao Haibo's nose, he cursed angrily, "There are seven people crammed together working out here, you can't even walk past, what's wrong with me bumping into you?"

"There were fewer people yesterday morning, didn't you bump into others too? Why didn't you say anything yesterday?"

"What the hell! How do you have the face to say I pinched you? Do you think I'm you?!"

Wei Lin unleashed a torrent of furious output.

On He Jingxuan's face and in her eyes were sheer smiles she could barely contain.

Even her shoulders were trembling.

"Extremely satisfying!"

The young coach shouted excitedly in his heart.