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"Are you a bit nervous?"
Jia Fangfei said with annoyance, clearly irritated by the man who was faltering at such a critical moment. Her eyes were filled with displeasure, as if to say: How did I end up with such a useless person? With that thought in mind, she firmly closed the door and looked seriously at Xiao Mu; there was no room for error now.
"How can I not be nervous? I used to deceive poor farmers, and now I'm deceiving wealthy landlords. Of course, I'm nervous," Xiao Mu replied, trying to mask his unease. He was indeed a bit flustered, but not in the way Jia Fangfei imagined.
"It's too late to be nervous now. Success or failure hinges on this one moment. If you mess up, you'll regret it," Jia Fangfei retorted angrily. She didn't expect his mood to change so quickly. Xiao Mu paused and asked, "What will happen if I fail?"
"At the very least, you won't have another chance to be with women," Jia Fangfei threatened, stepping forward and pinching Xiao Mu hard as she scolded him: "You were so bold in bed; why are you faltering now? Remember what you said in bed? That you would take care of me?"
"Hey, anything said in bed when we're both naked can't be trusted; it's the same for both men and women," Xiao Mu replied lazily.
Suddenly, Jia Fangfei struck hard. She reached down, and Xiao Mu felt a tightness in his groin as if something was squeezing him. He gasped in pain while Jia Fangfei scolded him fiercely: "Are you even a man?"
With a swift motion, Xiao Mu slapped her across the face. Jia Fangfei let out a yelp as her head turned away. Xiao Mu glared at her and warned, "You know better than anyone whether I'm a man or not. I'm just nervous; I wouldn't be nervous about deceiving people—I'm just afraid of being tricked by you few scoundrels."
Furious, Jia Fangfei slowly turned her head back, rubbing her cheek where he had slapped her. Instead of being angry, she smiled slowly and said, "Now that's more like a man. I'm starting to like you a bit. Afraid I'll trick you? Come on, we've been lying on the same bed for two days; no one knows me better than you do."
"Enough chatter; lead the way. It's just about getting people to part with their money; let’s show them what we can do," Xiao Mu declared assertively.
This was the domineering style of a CEO—his expression shifted, his brows furrowed with intensity, and suddenly he exuded an imposing aura. Jia Fangfei secretly admired him as she stepped forward to open the door. Once they exited, she reverted back to her demure secretary persona, lightly covering her face and following closely behind Xiao Mu.
The plan was set: visit the company, have lunch, hold discussions. Xiao Mu wasn't clear on how many people would attend or how many General Managers would be present; his role didn't require that knowledge—he just needed to meet those guests who had come from afar.
The approach had changed again; if one weren't involved in it all, they wouldn't dare consider this a Pyramid Scheme.
Next door in the secretary's office, a salesperson was giving a lecture to new members. Her clear voice resonated: "The operational model of Wei Heng Business is as follows: the entry-level investment is 69,800, with a one-year term. Within that year, as long as you develop an investor who purchases a share, you will receive a 7% return. If the total exceeds ten shares, the return rate increases to 19%. For every client you develop who then develops their own clients, you can also earn no less than 5% in returns. This means that if you develop just three clients, you can break even because your clients' clients essentially become your clients... The fastest person in our company earned their first pot of gold—10.4 million—in just five months and twelve days..."
In the adjacent office, a male voice was explaining to another group:
"I believe everyone understands the capital operation model of Wei Heng Business Investment. If there are any unclear points, I can answer them on the spot. Some have asked about legality; the answer is simple: our business registration and corporate code can be verified by anyone. Our P2P platform has raised a total of 1.2 billion in coastal cities like Shenzhen, Guangzhou, and Zhuhai, and so far has generated 420 million in profits for our online clients. Others have asked how we ensure investment safety and whether there are risks involved. The answer is quite clever: even commercial banks allow bankruptcy, meaning that keeping your money in a bank carries risks too; how could investing be risk-free? Of course, we will provide our clients with the most considerate protections. Currently, we have international venture capitalists and two investment guarantee companies backing us. Your investment of 69,800 will at least yield returns equivalent to bank fixed deposit rates within a year..."
In the room next door, a video was playing—a corporate culture promotion featuring multiple languages including Chinese, English, French, Spanish, and Japanese. As Xiao Mu passed by, she caught a glimpse and thought that such an "internationalized" company must have stirred up those eager to get rich.
"Just stick to the training content; there might be many tough questions, but you can read from the script," Jia Fangfei whispered behind him. She felt a bit uneasy now; if it weren't for the front desk pushing such a person forward, she would never have chosen this novice.
Xiao Mu frowned and said in a hushed tone, "The scripts you create are just garbage; things change rapidly on-site. A con artist must have good adaptability."
"Oh, then I feel reassured; it seems you possess that ability," Jia Fangfei forced a smile and said, realizing she could only encourage him at this point.
"No, I don't yet; I'm just preparing to put it into practice," Xiao Mu replied, pushing Jia Fangfei back into her doubts.
The two entered the elevator, adjusting their expressions and searching for their bearings. Just one floor away, General Manager Lin stepped out of the elevator with an imposing presence. He Yuguo led the welcome with applause: "This is our General Manager Lin from Wei Heng Business's Northwest Region—also known as the legend you've heard about along the way... Let's welcome General Manager Lin."
Ma Bufang led a team of over twenty people arranged in two lines to invite Xiao Mu into the reception room. The room was filled with an array of fruits, drinks, and flowers already prepared for their meeting. As they entered, Jia Fangfei pulled He Yuguo aside for a moment and whispered, "Something feels off; he doesn't seem ready for this big occasion."
He Yuguo responded angrily in a low voice, "You've been sleeping with him for two days now; only now do you realize something's wrong? What were you doing before?"
"Well then why didn't you sleep with him? I just noticed!" Jia Fangfei replied in frustration. At this moment, she should have been brimming with confidence and excitement like someone on adrenaline. He Yuguo interrupted her without saying anything more: "It has to be him now; there's no time left... Get ready quickly; if it doesn't work out here, we can rush to a restaurant instead since we still have some time."
After exchanging whispers for a moment, they entered the reception room where Jia Secretary was smilingly serving tea to seated clients while occasionally glancing at Xiao Mu. The longer she looked at him, the more irritated she became; he had held himself together for two seconds before looking deflated.
He Yuguo cleared his throat several times. Ma Bufang understood and stood up to say: "Let me introduce everyone; this is Lin Musheng—General Manager Lin from Wei Heng Business Investment's Northwest Region... Now let's invite General Manager Lin to say a few words. If anyone has questions regarding investments, feel free to ask him directly; he is an expert in this field."
The sparse applause was not particularly enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because Xiao Mu's complexion was too pale, which directly raised suspicions among the investors. After all, there were too many wealth myths floating around these days, making it difficult to discern the genuine from the fake. Xiao Mu remained silent for a while, scanning the room filled with seven women and fifteen men. The youngest among them was in their twenties, while the oldest appeared to be over fifty. There were no beautiful women who caught his interest; at best, there was one who looked decent but had crooked teeth, which diminished his enthusiasm.
Those who made it here shared a common trait: they had likely been lured into a frenzy by the general managers. Today was about witnessing true capability and making up their minds to dig into their pockets—after all, once they started spending, they might as well spend more. During this time, countless theories swirled in Xiao Mu's mind, yet he found none that fit such a wide age range of attendees.
With no other choice, he decided to improvise. Leaning back in his chair with a lazy demeanor, he casually tossed his phone onto the table as if dismissing the occasion. "Everyone, don’t listen to Vice President He and Manager Ma’s grandiose claims. The stories you hear about me are heavily embellished. Public relations is one thing; sitting together like this is another."
Damn it, he changed the script! He Yuguo shot a glare at Jia Fangfei, who dared not lift her head.
Xiao Mu continued boldly, "To be honest, claiming to earn 10.4 million in six months is indeed a bit of an exaggeration—unless you’re a second-generation official or rich kid with extensive connections… But then again, if you really were one of those privileged types, you wouldn’t need to make such investments; they’d probably just hand you the money directly at home. Wouldn’t you agree?"
Light laughter rippled through the crowd; it was a truth that resonated. If someone were truly wealthy beyond measure, they would likely be looking for opportunities everywhere.
Ma Bufang and Ma Jianfeng felt a bit uneasy. They had already boasted extensively; if their claims fell apart in the end, they would be left with nothing but embarrassment. Ma Bufang shot a fierce glare at He Yuguo, who pretended not to notice. At this moment, no one could stop Lin from speaking his mind.
"It seems everyone enjoys straightforwardness; I do too. So today, I’ll share some hard truths with all of you. First of all, there is no universal money-making model. In business, there are different profit margins among competitors; some can thrive in the same industry while others may lose everything... This is a reality we must acknowledge when we invest our hard-earned money," Xiao Mu stated seriously. His words were logical and well-founded, causing the investors to perk up and hang on every word.
Jia Fangfei bore the brunt of the tension; now both Ma Bufang and He Yuguo were glaring at her with threatening eyes as if they wished to devour her whole. After all, she had trained them to boast but had now turned them into truth-tellers—wasn’t that ruining their game?
"Secondly, when investing, you need to consider your own capabilities. To put it bluntly, know how much you can handle financially. Don’t take on more than you can chew... You don’t need to ask me about safety or profitability because your questions boil down to two: Is it safe? Can it make money? I won’t address the first question because no matter how much I say about it, you'll think I'm just promoting myself. Every new concept takes time to gain acceptance; let’s not go too far back—just over a decade ago when the concept of internet economy emerged, people thought it was a bubble or a scam. But look at it now; it has changed our lives... Even when Alibaba and Jingdong first started out over ten years ago, no one wanted to invest in them because everyone thought their ideas were absurd and labeled them as frauds. Even our company’s P2P platform still faces skepticism as an illegal fundraising scheme... The way to judge is simple: wait for results. But by the time most people recognize its success, the opportunity may already be lost," Xiao Mu explained as he tried hard to articulate an acceptable narrative based on his knowledge.
To others' eyes, Lin appeared far more composed than those managers who seemed hyperactive every day; his calm demeanor and sincere words felt like a gentle spring breeze that effortlessly drew everyone in.
Things were getting interesting; He Yuguo glanced at Jia Fangfei with a hint of delight on his face—well worth the sleepless nights spent together.
He elaborated on missed opportunities like Alibaba being spotted by greedy foreign investors who reaped massive returns—a story that always stirred feelings of regret among Chinese people for missing out on billions and successfully lifted the atmosphere in the room. Xiao Mu smoothly transitioned into addressing everyone's primary concern: Can we actually make money?
Of course they could! Ma Bufang and He Yuguo were staring intently at him now.
“... Whether this can be profitable or how much can be earned, everyone should not approach it with a fanatical mindset. I can sincerely tell you that even with my extensive connections from the previous generation, I did not earn 10.4 million,” Xiao Mu said. As the members present began to cast doubtful glances, he quickly shifted his tone, adding, “However, a few hundred thousand is certainly possible. The main reason for our success is that my family runs a restaurant. With this prerequisite, we can connect with people from different backgrounds, making any endeavor more efficient... Now, looking at all of you, in my opinion, some among you are indeed not suited for this investment and may not make any money at all.”
The audience was taken aback; just when they were feeling comfortable for a moment, it became jarring again.
The men and women of all ages exchanged skeptical looks, seemingly assessing who might fail and whether he was indirectly referring to them. After scanning the room, they all turned their attention back to General Lin.
General Lin stood up, entering a state of self-hypnosis that seemed to fuel his excitement. With a radiant demeanor, Xiao Mu moved around the table, greeting each person with handshakes and small talk, asking for names. The attendees responded with varying degrees of respect, skepticism, and curiosity towards the relatively young General Lin, which made him appear somewhat out of place.
As he completed his rounds, Xiao Mu pointed at a middle-aged woman with layered teeth and said, “Sister Chen, right? I think I can guess your previous profession. Do you believe me?”
“Ah? Guess me?” Sister Chen replied in surprise, clearly skeptical.
“Hmm, let me try... You must have been a public servant...” Xiao Mu hesitated before slowly articulating his guess. He noticed Sister Chen's smirk and quickly changed his answer: “But something even better than a public servant... You were a teacher.”
Her right hand was roughened by habit; it seemed she had either spent too long at a desk or had worn down chalkboards over the years. Upon hearing this, Sister Chen stood up in shock. Xiao Mu knew he had guessed correctly and deliberately added, “I don’t need to know the outcome because I already have enough judgment. In my view, if you don’t change your habitual way of thinking, this business is not suitable for you... Because I see excessive confidence in your eyes. That’s due to your long career where you’ve developed a behavior pattern of ‘I tell you what to do; you learn from me.’ This pattern doesn’t work in society; not everyone will buy into your authority like elementary school students... Please sit down.”
A collective gasp filled the room as someone nearby leaned in to whisper questions. Sister Chen was left nodding repeatedly in fear as she looked at General Lin with utmost reverence.
“You... Zhang Haiming, Uncle Zhang?” Xiao Mu stopped beside a middle-aged man. The older gentleman, nearing fifty, smiled slightly and casually remarked, “If you guess my profession correctly, I’ll invest right here.”
“I’ve already guessed it, but you’re not suited for this line of work,” Xiao Mu replied with a smile, challenging the man’s air of superiority.
“I... am not suited?” The old man’s lips drooped as if he were offended.
“Uncle, don’t be angry... Your salary must be quite decent now?”
“Of course.”
"Your unit doesn't have to work yet, right?"
"Of course not."
"Your children are all settled down, right?"
"Yes."
Then Xiao Mu smiled and didn't ask further. The old man's sense of superiority instantly solidified on his face. Indeed, how did this kid figure it out? Others looked on in curiosity, waiting for Xiao Mu to continue. Xiao Mu smiled and said, "What I mean is that you don't quite fit in here. With a guaranteed salary and a worry-free life, someone like you, who enjoys such a comfortable public service job, would find it hard to understand the struggles of those in sales."
That made sense—very much so. The old man clasped his hands together and gave a slight bow, taking it as advice.
He would definitely not listen; the older he got, the greedier he became. Moreover, this subtly flattering remark had already stirred up the old man's sense of pride.
Another person approached—a man in his late twenties, about the same age as Xiao Mu. As he stopped beside him, the young man quickly stood up, bowed, and asked with admiration, "Mr. Lin, how did you just..."
"Are you asking how I figured it out?" Xiao Mu replied.
"Yes! It's amazing! I walked with Sister Chen and the others all this way and only learned about it today," the young man said with a smile.
"I can also tell that you've worked in sales... What products did you sell?" Xiao Mu asked with a smile, gazing at the young man's face. The friendly expression that seemed eager to embrace him like a long-lost brother led Xiao Mu to an accurate conclusion: "It seems like you sold virtual products? Insurance?"
"Huh?" The young man was taken aback, not realizing that Xiao Mu's tone was a question. He nodded repeatedly and excitedly asked, "Mr. Lin, how did you figure that out?"
"It's simple. If a stranger can act as if you're family within a minute, who else could it be but someone selling insurance?" Xiao Mu chuckled. He noticed the confusion in the young man's eyes and clarified: "The answer lies in your eyes; they are the windows to your soul. A perceptive person should be able to see into one's heart through these windows... For a salesperson, being able to perceive a client's emotions is crucial. Understand this: right now, Wei Heng Business's P2P platform has reserves of ten billion. The reason we invited everyone here isn't because we need your few thousand dollars of investment or investors; we need someone who can sell our ideas... So if you don't let go of your internal conflicts, you won't be able to accomplish this task. Even if you invest, there will be no returns."
Xiao Mu spoke as concepts shifted back and forth until they returned to the starting point. A few small gestures sparked hope like tiny stars igniting a fire, making everyone present forget their own entanglements.
Yes, one must learn how to read people and how to make money. Just look at others; there are indeed extraordinary aspects to them.
Compared to the small threshold fee required, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is becoming harder and harder to pass up.
At this moment, He Yuguo was already overjoyed, secretly praising the situation in his heart. He gestured for Jia Fangfei to go downstairs. Before long, the second group quietly entered. If such a seminar sparked emotions, it could easily become infectious. Just look at Lin, he was practically a super virus, capable of making people forget themselves entirely, disregarding any concerns about investment risks.
From twenty to forty attendees, from forty to sixty, until the reception room could no longer accommodate anyone else. Xiao Mu was already in a state of blissful oblivion. The countless theories he had learned at the University of Oklahoma now had real-life subjects for experimentation. He was passionately sharing insights, discussing everything from venture capital to P2P platforms, from direct sales concepts to market multiplication, and from western development connections to capital operations. Whenever the atmosphere cooled slightly, he would select one or two members and accurately point out their backgrounds, personalities, and psychological flaws based on their words and actions. His astute judgments left those who had never played such games dumbfounded, making them hesitate to doubt Lin any further.
Thus, the plan took another turn. What was supposed to be a twenty-minute discussion stretched into an hour. When it finally concluded, thunderous applause erupted. The audience seemed so engrossed that they forgot about eating and sleeping. From the corridor to the next floor, everyone excitedly whispered among themselves. The General Manager blended into the crowd, equally ecstatic because many had begun to see hope in Lin and had accepted this new entity of Weiheng Business Investment. Of course, it was essential to stop by the finance department to swipe their cards and make payments.
Meanwhile, Xiao Mu upstairs was feeling quite miserable. After talking non-stop for an hour and just taking a two-minute break, the second group arrived. The General Managers Dong Zhuo and Liu Bei he had seen before directly brought up over a hundred people. Jia Fangfei gave him an encouraging fist gesture while He Yuguo bowed slightly to pour water and brew tea for him. The hundred-member team had already heard about this legendary Lin from their colleagues downstairs; their eyes were filled with eagerness as if they were on adrenaline.
There was no choice but to tough it out; Xiao Mu began to unleash his big moves. He started operating in bulk, pointing at individuals one by one—“You! You! You!”—selecting seven or eight people directly. He explained that he chose them because he sensed their doubts—mainly concerning investment safety and profitability. This time would start with them; he would teach them how to sell their ideas to others.
What flowed from Xiao Mu’s mouth was beyond description—his words were like a torrent that never ceased, as if possessed by spirits or demons—and he began infecting others once again...
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