Chapter 51: The Efficient Private Detective

In a standalone villa in Junhe Prefecture, on the third floor.

Zhuang Qing sat on the sofa in the small living room, a cold expression lingering on her face as she awaited her younger brother's arrival.

Before long, Zhuang Daoyuan, wearing fluffy cotton slippers, walked upstairs on tiptoe.

Lanky and thin, he wore a black Chrome Hearts leather jacket on his upper body, distressed white ripped jeans on his lower body, a Richard Mille watch on his left wrist, and a Cartier full-diamond bracelet on his right.

That single outfit alone was worth well over a million.

He had waited until his parents finally fell asleep before sneaking out, expecting to party hard tonight, only to be forcibly scolded back by his own older sister.

"Sis, you're still not asleep?" Zhuang Daoyuan asked with a miserable expression.

"Aren't you awake too?" Zhuang Qing's face was frosty as she reprimanded him. "How old are you? All you ever do is hang out at nightclubs. When on earth are you going to settle down?"

"At least when I'm thirty, I suppose?"

While speaking, Zhuang Daoyuan didn't forget to peel an apple before handing it to her.

Taking a bite of the apple, Zhuang Qing's anger had still not fully subsided, and she said coldly, "Mom and Dad are both waiting to hold a grandchild. It's about time you found a decent girl to marry."

Zhuang Daoyuan glanced at her and muttered under his breath, "You aren't married either."

"I'm talking about you right now! Why bring me into this?" Full of fury, Zhuang Qing continued her tirade with a stern face. "Look at you, all flashy and slick like a hoodlum. With that look of yours, where could you ever find a decent girl?"

"I'm not looking for romance anyway, who cares if she's decent or not," Zhuang Daoyuan mumbled, lowering his head.

"Can't you learn something good from the old man?" The mere thought of the rumors circulating around town made Zhuang Qing even angrier. "He played around his whole life and never grew tired of it. Are you planning to be just like him?"

On the second floor, Zhuang Dasheng, who had long since slept in a separate bedroom from his wife, opened his door and gave a light cough.

"Uh." Zhuang Daoyuan shrank his neck.

"Get back to your room and sleep!" Zhuang Qing glared at him.

After Zhuang Daoyuan retreated to his room, she walked over to the top of the stairs and called down, "Dad, smoke fewer cigarettes, or your throat will keep getting full of phlegm!"

Zhuang Dasheng made no sound and silently closed his door.

Returning to the sofa to sit down, Zhuang Qing munched on her apple and gazed at the crystal chandelier hanging in front of her, involuntarily comparing her younger brother to Wei Lin.

Character, smoothness, problem-solving ability when faced with trouble, social skills, and eloquence.

She compared them point by point.

After a long moment, she let out a cold snort. "If you didn't have a good father, and you had to compete fairly with Wei Lin, whether on the dating scene or in business, Wei Lin could chew you up and spit you out!"

***

The next day, the affection value reached 290.

Aside from Lin Nanxi and Gao Xue, his ex-wife Liu Qi had contributed 1 point, followed by Zhuang Qing's two cumulative 0.5s.

"Last night..."

Wei Lin reviewed the events in his mind.

Having experienced it firsthand, he realized that certain knowledge in books truly was profound insight.

A man must possess aggressiveness; it was one of the sources of male charm.

On the basketball court, he defeated Wu Feiyu with his aggressiveness.

At the barbecue stall, he dared to tease Zhuang Qing with aphrodisiac ingredients and forced her to pay the bill.

All these behaviors were manifestations of aggressiveness.

If a man always acted timid and submissive in front of women, it would only make them look down on him and completely fail to activate the hyper-gamous traits deeply imprinted in their genes.

"Aggressiveness is also an external manifestation of strong self-confidence. Daring to attack others means one is fearless within, harboring immense confidence in oneself."

Having gained this realization, Wei Lin finished washing up and headed to the company.

***

In the morning, two fire department officers paid a visit. After a re-inspection, finding nothing amiss, they gave the green light for Xinlin to resume operations.

However, in the afternoon, health department officials arrived.

They picked a slew of petty bones, levied a small fine, and then departed in satisfaction.

"This is endless!"

An Yuntian hammered the table, his face flushed with anger. "Checking this today, checking that tomorrow—it's making the workers panic, as if the factory suffered some major catastrophe!"

"Wei Lin, who on earth is playing games behind our backs?"

"Whose toes did you step on, kid?"

An Yuntian was furious.

A day or two was fine, but if the other party kept tormenting them endlessly, it would inevitably disrupt Xinlin's workflow, and even the orders from Fenglin might be forced into delays.

It was hard for him not to be anxious.

"Uncle An, don't worry, it'll be resolved soon."

With much persuasion, Wei Lin finally managed to calm him down, guaranteeing that nothing would go wrong.

"Xiao Yang, tell your dad's side to speed things up, and notify me the moment there's news!"

As soon as An Yuntian walked out, Wei Lin immediately sent a message to Yang Zechen, then pondered over any other potential issues that might arise at work.

After an unknown length of time, Wei Lin's phone suddenly rang. Thinking it was news from Yang Zechen's side, he checked the caller ID and saw it was Zhao Yuanqing. With a puzzled tone, he asked, "What is it?"

"Wei Lin! Holy shit! Holy shit! Wei Lin!"

Zhao Yuanqing's voice was laced with undisguised excitement.

"Speak properly! Cursing the moment you open your mouth, what kind of manners are those!" Wei Lin retorted with profanity.

"It went up! Those two stocks went up! They went up yesterday, and they went up again today—two consecutive daily limit surges! Damn it, they're finally starting to climb!" Zhao Yuanqing laughed wildly without stopping.

When they hit the limit yesterday, he had forcibly restrained himself and refrained from calling Wei Lin immediately.

Thinking it might be a fluke and that they could plummet today, he had suppressed his excitement.

But today, after the market closed, the two stocks still hit their upper limits, and he could no longer hold back.

"What's the big deal? Is it worth all this?"

Wei Lin remained calm and collected, entirely unsurprised by the sudden market movement of those two stocks. He said indifferently, "Keep holding them. Don't you dare sell until I tell you to."

"How is it not a big deal? The old man finally relented and allowed me to buy a luxury car, and the money is right there in those two stocks!" Zhao Yuanqing yelled.

Wei Lin was startled. "How much did you buy?"

"Four million," Zhao Yuanqing coughed.

"You tycoons really have money, and you really dare to buy!" Wei Lin rubbed his temples, thought for a moment, and said, "Never mind, just keep holding those two stocks for me. Nothing's going to go wrong."

Before Zhao Yuanqing could continue blabbering, he abruptly hung up the phone.

Opening his computer and checking financial forums, Wei Lin discovered that Meijia Pharmaceuticals had developed a breakthrough medication for asthma, while Tongxin Technology had achieved a major technical breakthrough.

"No wonder."

***

Linjiang City, outside a certain andrology hospital.

Wearing a face mask, Zhang Xun casually tossed his medical receipt into a trash can the moment he stepped outside. Clutching the transparent plastic bag filled with medicine, he first looked around sneakily and cautiously.

People who had done shameful deeds were prone to paranoia, and he was no exception.

Since yesterday, he had the lingering sensation that someone was watching him from the shadows, yet he couldn't find a single trace of evidence.

"I must be overthinking it."

After scanning his surroundings for a long time and spotting nothing amiss, Zhang Xun lowered his head and left the andrology hospital.

Two minutes later.

A thin, slight figure quietly emerged from the hospital corner and swiftly approached the trash can at the entrance.

After rummaging carefully for a moment, the small-stretured man retrieved the receipts Zhang Xun had discarded, photographed every single one of them with his phone, and smiled with a sense of relief. "Looks like this job is just about done."

***

In the afternoon, at five o'clock.

Wei Lin was working out at Like Fitness, straining through a heavy set of barbell squats, when his phone suddenly rang with a call from Yang Zechen.

"Brother Wei, check WeChat right away!"

As soon as Yang Zechen finished speaking, the notification chimes of WeChat sounded on Wei Lin's phone.

Opening it, Wei Lin instantly beamed. "Xiao Yang, your old man's work efficiency is top-notch. I didn't expect him to get things done for me today."

"I was pushing him hard, so he halted everything on his plate and went exclusively to handle your matters, Brother Wei!" Yang Zechen chuckled smugly, fishing for praise.

"I remember..." Wei Lin's mind stirred as he smiled and asked, "Your old man has a few backup TikTok accounts and some social media pages, right?"

"Yeah, they're all used for exposing people. What do you mean, Brother Wei?" Yang Zechen inquired.

"Expose it all!" Wei Lin's face turned cold. "When he messages your old man asking him to take it down, pass my phone number to him. I want him crying 'Daddy' as he begs me!"

"Heh, piece of cake. This is part of our after-sales service!" Yang Zechen laughed vulgarly.

Holding his phone, Wei Lin punched in a string of digits to complete a transfer and said, "I've already sent the fee over. Don't pocket any of it—make sure you give it all to your old man!"

"Brother Wei, that's way too much!" Yang Zechen cried out.

"Consider the extra part a rush fee!"

With that, Wei Lin proactively hung up the phone and said with a grinning smile to his personal trainer, "Add plates! I'm in peak condition today, add another 5 kilos to each side!"

He Jingxuan listened for a moment before asking timidly, "Are you plotting against someone again?"

"What do you mean plotting? I'm upholding justice and punishing evil!" Wei Lin said, his face brimming with righteous indignation. "Just like when I stood up for you last time!"

"Then..." The young trainer squatted down, her shapely curves extremely alluring. She picked up a 10-kilogram weight plate and said, "Shall we add 10 kilos and test your squat limit?"

In high spirits, Wei Lin laughed, "Add it! Pile it on!"

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