17, The Law of the Intelligence System_1
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“Tingchao Village is getting demolished?”
Lin Mo’s eyes lit up the mont he got the news.
In the recent modern history of Grand Xia Country, if you were to talk about the most profitable business, there’s no doubt it was demolition.
A house gone, a Lamborghini won.
A house down, a Palala owned.
A house moved, a Range Rover Sport driven.
With a “demolish” spray-painted, a big rcedes advanced!
These aphorisms didn’t just co out of nowhere.
But as Lin Mo, filled with enthusiasm, opened the property rental and sales website and saw the housing prices in Tingchao Village, his excitent cald down in an instant.
The average price was 80,000!
Which ant that his wife’s savings of 170,000 could only afford two square ters.
Moreover, most houses in Tingchao Village were self-built by the rural community and couldn’t qualify for bank loans; they had to be purchased outright.
The cheapest listing online was also more than 5 million.
“Even if I sold my kidneys and borrowed money from all my friends and relatives, I wouldn’t be able to buy a house in Tingchao Village before the news of the demolition spread!”
Lin Mo’s plan to secure a loan for a down paynt and then receive a demolition subsidy was thoroughly dashed.
At the sa ti, he also realized, “Although the system will give advantageous information, only when I have enough money can I make bigger profits.”
“The restriction of the 4090 graphics cards was like that, and today’s demolition news is the sa.”
“It seems I must earn my first pot of gold in the shortest ti. Only with money in hand can I make more money. Otherwise, it’s all small fry.”
“Starting tomorrow, I must try to find various ways to make money using the system!”
After making up his mind, Lin Mo slowly closed his eyes.
As for selling the information, Lin Mo had considered it, but quickly dismissed the idea.
Who would believe him given his status? And to whom could he sell his information?
It’s better to think of ways to earn that first pot of gold as quickly as possible—the opportunity to obtain such information will surely co again!
As he pondered this, without realizing it, Lin Mo soon fell asleep.
He had spent the previous day dredging, stocking up, selling raincoats, and driving for several hours, from the morning until almost midnight without much of a break—Lin Mo truly was exhausted.
…..
The next day, early morning.
Lin Mo drove his daughter Lin Xiaoxiao to school, then filled up the rented car with gas and returned it to the rental company.
Even though the car he rented was very ordinary, a re runabout, Lin Xiaoxiao liked it a lot as it was much more comfortable for her when she dozed off.
“Dad, it would be great if our family had a car!”
“Does Xiaoxiao like riding in sedans?”
“Yeah! I like it!”
“We’ll have one very soon!”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
Though a car is a depreciating asset and making money to buy a house was the priority, the conversation with his daughter made Lin Mo consider buying a car first.
When he walked out of the parking lot, it was just past eight in the morning.
Today, he hadn’t received any construction work,
and under normal circumstances, Lin Mo would opt to work as a sorter at the express delivery distribution center.
Although the pay wasn’t great, it was better than doing nothing.
But today,
he had no plans to go to work.
After three days of refreshing the intelligence, Lin Mo could now be sure of one thing.
If he controlled the number of people he t and the places he visited each day, he could get a rough idea of the direction of the intelligence.
For instance, he spent two hours in the antique market yesterday, and the next day he received two pieces of intelligence related to the antique market.
Lin Mo planned to see if he could get more relevant intelligence if he spent a whole day engaging with various industries that could profit from the intelligence.
After all, the inco from using the system’s intelligence completely outstripped that from working.
Earning over ten thousand in half an hour yesterday was the best proof!
“First, go buy lottery tickets!”
Lin Mo found a lottery outlet, bought a lottery ticket, and spent another 100 yuan on so scratch cards.
He didn’t win anything on the scratch cards, but Lin Mo didn’t mind. He sat in the store, pondering which other industries could make money from intelligence.
As he pondered,
Lin Mo thought of the intelligence he had previously gathered while searching for dogs.
Although he had only made a few hundred yuan that ti, there was no doubt it was a feasible path.
Lin Mo opened Douyin and started looking up news about missing children.
The rewards for finding people were much higher than those for finding dogs, and more importantly, Lin Mo was also a father, despising traffickers with a passion.
Provided he could get so information related to traffickers, not to ntion making money, he would willingly offer it to the police even at a loss, to ensure those scum received the punishnt they deserved.
The police…
Lin Mo quickly associated it with another idea,
Not only could he try to obtain information about missing children, but weren’t fugitives also a viable option?
You should know,
The rewards for so major criminals are also very high.
And he only needed to provide the intelligence, without worrying about the credibility of the police force.
Agreeing on 30,000 but ending up paying a few hundred was highly unlikely to happen.
For the next few hours, Lin Mo stayed at the lottery shop, contemplating all sorts of ways to make money.
After reviewing all the wanted notices issued by Rakshasa City police and a bunch of missing family pleas on Douyin, Lin Mo began to watch football matches.
He hadn’t been into football before, but he knew that football match outcos could also be profitable.
Although it was gambling, as long as he knew the final result, it wasn’t called gambling, it was called investing!
It wasn’t until twelve noon that Lin Mo left the lottery shop.
He found a place to grab so food, and in the afternoon, he enthusiastically head to the antique market and browsed around.
He had always been quite interested in antiques.
By around five or six in the evening, Lin Mo left the market reluctantly, returned ho to mount his electric motorbike, and went to pick up Lin Xiaoxiao from school.
….
Over the next few days, Lin Mo’s routine beca very regular.
In the mornings he’d send Lin Xiaoxiao to school, then go the lottery booth, scroll through Douyin for news on missing children or wanted criminals.
Close to lunchti, he’d watch a couple of football gas.
In the afternoon, he’d directly spend his ti in the antique market, discussing antiques with so stall owners.
After a while, he had beco a regular.
And Lin Mo also found out that these antique sellers were really good at boasting.
Picking up just anything, they’d claim it was used by Kangxi, or was owned by Qin Shi Huang’s wife.
As soon as they spoke, they’d refer to their items as unique treasures, with the prices often being in the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands!
So even displayed “Along the River During Qingming Festival” on their stall, constantly telling people that the one in the Palace Museum was a fake, and that theirs was the real deal.
In any case, during the few days Lin Mo spent there, he hadn’t seen them sell anything.
In their own words, their business ant not needing to open for three years, but once they do, they could live off the profits for the next three years!
During these days, Lin Mo had also already received dozens of pieces of intelligence from the system.
Most were related to the lottery, football, and antiques.
This alone proved his theory was correct.
Unfortunately, among those profitable pieces of intelligence, none could be cashed in imdiately; all required a certain amount of start-up capital.
…
In the evening,
Lin Mo asked while riding his bike, “Xiaoxiao, has Zhang Ziyue been bullying you these past two days?”
The reason he suddenly brought this up was because he had just received so intelligence concerning Zhang Ziyue yesterday.
Lin Xiaoxiao shook her head and replied, “No, he hasn’t co to school these past few days, don’t know what he’s up to.”
Not going to school?
That couldn’t be better!
Lin Mo rembered Zhang Ziyue’s mother worked at Six Fan Gate, and his father was an important figure who occasionally appeared in North City District news.
The reason for attending Future Star Primary School was simply because it was close to his ho.
Lin Mo had been worried that if the principal couldn’t suppress the other party, whether he should use the intelligence to deal with them.
Now it seed, though, that he no longer had to worry about that.
About fifteen minutes later, Lin Mo arrived ho with Lin Xiaoxiao.
As soon as they entered, Li Jinwen spoke with a grim look on her face, “Husband, co here for a mont, I have sothing I want to discuss with you.”
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