Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 3. Mr. Lu’s First Pot of Gold

The chanting on the field started again, and Lu Jincheng looked around, found an unnoticed mont, and slipped away.

Even when new students were overwheld by the scorching sun, most would sit obediently in the shade nearby, spiritually joining their classmates.

Not practicing was equal to companionship.

But Lu Jincheng didn't have such a strong sense of collectivism. Everyone knew he had fainted, so why not use this ti to escape while he could?

Sitting and watching others during military training was just a waste of ti.

In the afternoon at Nanhu University, the sumr cicada calls were incessant. Lu Jincheng walked to his dorm room like he knew the way by heart.

Managent College, Building 10, Dorm 603.

"Shit, I was damn handso when I was young!"

"These clothes are so ugly, almost pointless."

The first thing Mr. Lu did when he returned to the dorm was to strip off his clothes without stopping and stood in front of the only full-length mirror, examining himself for quite a while.

At 183 cm, Lu Jincheng was considered tall in the south, and his features were sowhat handso, but as a problem-solving nerd from a fifth-tier city, his small-town clothing style and introverted deanor were naturally his weak points.

It wasn't until his career took off and he made so money, cultured by a strong scent of copper, that he began to fill in the blanks.

He wet his hands a little and ssed with his hair, trying to bring back so of his pre-rebirth flair.

"Is there a term 'Arican front stab' now?"

"Forget it, just need to cut off this stupid fringe and show my forehead."

Although he understood the importance of appearance during his four years in college, he never spent much on his hair.

In this era, both important and trivial things needed to look pretty to be appealing.

It wasn't until later when he had his personal hairstylist, whose initial touch-up brightened Lu Jincheng's eyes.

He could look so handso!

His facial proportions suited exposing his forehead more, not only accentuating his features but also giving off a mature yet slightly rogue and handso vibe.

After looking at himself in the mirror, Lu Jincheng opened his phone and checked all the major apps to confirm his entire net worth.

No way, is this it?

He rembered correctly; there were 2000 yuan for monthly living expenses in his bank card.

Before military training, he had bought a bunch of daily necessities, and his WeChat balance was 108.

Nothing more.

Actually, after the college entrance exam, his relatives had given him quite a few red envelopes.

But Lu Jincheng looked at the ROG gaming laptop on his desk and was silent.

Why did he insist on playing that damned ga back then?

He picked up his phone, checked the ti, hesitated for a few seconds, and still made the call.

"Hello, what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, his mother Li Yan's voice rang out.

"Ah... nothing really, Mom, I just missed you."

Lu Jincheng cleared his throat, habitually starting his lead-up.

"...Did you cause so trouble at school?"

Li Yan, a dedicated teacher, had been quite strict with Lu Jincheng since he was young.

His father, Lu Yuqing, worked in the municipal office, a typical bureaucratic combination that wasn't rich but was free from want.

In such a family, subtlety was valued, and they almost never said directly "I love you" or "I miss you."

Over ti, bold expressions of emotion seed foreign, and mild, enduring affection beca the natural choice.

So when Li Yan heard Lu Jincheng earnestly express himself on the phone, she was sowhat unaccustod.

"No, how could that be? I really just missed you."

Lu Jincheng responded cheerfully, getting to the point: "I bought a computer for study, Mom, could you reimburse ?"

"How much... wait, don't you have the red envelopes from Grandpa and Granddad?"

Li Yan clearly was in a good mood, but she quickly reacted.

"Yeah, I bought it myself first."

"That's putting the cart before the horse, not good, I don't agree."

"Mom, having a computer for studying is an absolute necessity. Everyone in our dorm has one. If I don't buy one early, what happens if I can't keep up with the grades..."

After so wrangling, Lu Jincheng's bank account increased by 5000 yuan.

Although he couldn't get a full reimbursent, he was already very satisfied.

"Seven thousand yuan... still not quite enough."

Sitting on the stool, Lu Jincheng shook his head, crossed his legs, opened his laptop, and browsed the internet for a while, trying to integrate into this era.

"Damn! The World Cup is already over!"

Like him, those reborn in June and July easily made a fortune betting on the World Cup, while Lu Jincheng, who returned in September, had to honestly follow through military training.

"Never mind, I've co back with cheats, there are plenty of opportunities."

Lu Jincheng smirked, closed the page about Germany winning the World Cup, and continued browsing this year's national events.

[This is the era of entrepreneurship and innovation for all.]

[We need to stir up a new wave of "mass entrepreneurship" and "grassroots entrepreneurship" across 9.6 million square kiloters, forming a new trend of "innovation for all" and "everyone innovating."]

In September 2014, just after the conclusion of the sumr Davos forum, the keywords announced by the leaders were absolutely inspiring.

It was also after this that the transaction volu of A-shares repeatedly broke through one trillion, sequentially driving up sectors like oil companies, liquor manufacturers, real estate, banks, high-speed rail, and military industries, and brokerage offices were swamped, officially ending the long-standing slump of the stock market.

"Now if you sprinkle so rice on the keyboard, even a blindfolded chicken could make money buying stocks..."

Seeing the current 2100-point market, Lu Jincheng almost drooled with desire.

"Being reborn really is outright cheating!"

If one could say that restarting life also had its difficulties, then undoubtedly the hardest part was making the first bucket of gold.

Whether relying on foresight to invest or to start a business, having seen the path to success made it hard to go astray.

As the saying goes, all beginnings are hard. For ordinary people, indeed, making that first bucket of gold required so effort.

But for Mr. Lu, thinking this through didn't even take a minute.

He rummaged through his things, found his admission letter and ID card, and held them in front of a mirror to take several selfies.

"It's not difficult at all."

"I love this era!"

He took out his phone and began downloading apps one by one from the computer screen.

The first batch was specifically for students: installnt shopping platforms like Qufenqi and Renfenqi...

The second batch was P2P lending platforms helping students in their education and entrepreneurship, like Toutoudai and Mingxiao Loan...

The third batch was the yet-to-be-regulated "714" high-interest loans; loans disbursed in 10 minutes, credited swiftly.

Ordinary people fear risks, while successful individuals not only understand and accept risks but are often proactive in embracing them.

True to form, Mr. Lu hesitated not a bit and decisively chose the thod that minimized ti cost.

Exploiting loopholes.

Money falls into your lap without leaving ho.

That year, regulatory authorities had not yet cracked down on P2P, and campus loans targeting university students were erging endlessly. The regulatory "Stop, Move, Adjust, Educate, Guide" policy from the Bank Regulatory Commission was nowhere in sight.

In this wildly growing unordered era, fertile with opportunities and challenges, it was perfectly suited for soone like him to make a significant mark.

He didn't need to rack his brains on how to go from zero to one. His foresight gave certainty to his life.

Once you have the first bucket of gold, what else is there to worry about?

As the sky gradually darkened, Lu Jincheng, who had gone out to get a haircut and shop, wasn't idle at all and spent the newly acquired seven thousand yuan completely.

Clothes make the man just as a saddle makes the horse; on his journey to becoming more handso, his phone wouldn't stop buzzing.

The credentials of a freshman were impeccable, and one by one, the amounts were credited to his account.

Finally, it settled at 520,000.