Chapter 4: Tracking Mystery

Lu Chen opened the Invitation Letter, and a VIP card made of pure gold slid out.

It was engraved not only with Lu Chen's identity but also with some rules.

The texture is quite nice!

Hmm?

Only need to verify assets of 1 million Hong Kong dollars?

The threshold doesn't seem very high!

Could it be...

Forget it, I'll know when the time comes anyway; regardless of what Crown is thinking, the auction is a good social venue.

It is just right for the current Lu Chen.

He put the smooth gold card back into his pocket, then opened the wax-sealed document bag.

Come to think of it, this wax-seal confidentiality really has a sense of ritual; these old-school powers like Crown are so good at this!

When I build my own power in the future, I'll do this too!

It not only reflects professionalism but also makes people feel incredibly at ease!

It's as if this information were some top-secret file!

In reality, Crown had already researched it thoroughly long ago.

But this feeling still made Lu Chen feel very comfortable.

As he flipped through the documents, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He completely understood the meaning behind what Wang Jingli had said.

This is no Textile Factory; it's practically a den!

The quote was actually based on a fully functional factory!

Lu Chen simply didn't know how to complain about it!

If not for a batch of textile machines being sealed at the port, Lu Chen would have thought Xifei was just selling the land!

However, it's not like there's no chance at all!

As a modern person, Lu Chen naturally knows how much potential the land in Xianggang has!

Even if he bought it and did nothing, the value could increase more than a hundredfold over a few decades!

More importantly, it is currently almost a ruin!

By buying it, Lu Chen could completely renovate it according to his own wishes!

However, the first step certainly couldn't be negotiating with Crown, but rather finding a lawyer and some underworld figures who could act as his agents.

But this touched upon Lu Chen's weakness: he had no foundation in Xianggang.

The curtains of the retro hotel let in a faint light; morning and late night are two completely different scenes.

Lu Chen stretched and opened the curtains; small boats on Victoria Harbour slowly raised their sails, the crisp whistles of cargo ships pierced the quiet morning, the sun rose slowly, and the morning light spilled onto Lu Chen, making him feel a bit warm.

This is much better than the unchanging thick fog in his personal space!

Time to act!

With funds in hand, he now had the chips to enter the game.

Lu Chen subconsciously glanced at the thick box of Hong Kong dollars and that thin check in his personal space.

This principal gave him immense confidence!

His stomach protested slightly, and Lu Chen subconsciously rejected the instant food in his personal space, instead coming to the streets of Xianggang like an ordinary worker.

"Boss, one bowl of wonton noodles, and add an order of egg waffles."

The clear soup was scattered with bright green scallions, the noodles had a chewy texture mixed with the aroma of lard, and the crispy shell of the egg waffles was wrapped in a rich egg fragrance, making Lu Chen's appetite soar!

Although breakfast in Xianggang now isn't as abundant as in the 21st century, Lu Chen ate with great satisfaction.

The low-voiced conversation of a few gang-looking men at the next table drifted into his ears.

They seemed to be complaining about a woman named "Luosha" cutting off their source of income; their faces were clearly angry, but they spoke in extremely low voices.

It was as if they were afraid of something.

Lu Chen shook his head, having no interest in these Xianggang underworld grievances.

Instead, a young man carrying a briefcase and wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit caught Lu Chen's attention.

Xihui Law Firm?

The name printed on the briefcase made Lu Chen feel a bit tempted.

Whether it was a powerful law firm or getting help through Crown, neither was actually his first choice.

What he needed was a private lawyer, or even a legal team, who could truly help him!

Existing large law firms are generally linked to powerful companies and factions; although they could help Lu Chen solve some troubles, when it truly involved their interests, I'm afraid...

And the legal circle is extremely exclusionary!

It is hard to find the person he needs!

However, it's not like there's no way at all, just like this young man in front of him.

He didn't even dare to add an egg to his noodles.

This completely contradicts the status of the Xianggang legal profession!

Even an intern wouldn't be eating noodles on the street; they would more likely be having a cup of coffee and gnawing on a piece of bread.

Just like the young man from a big law firm rushing on the other side of the street.

Lu Chen wasn't in a hurry; instead, he had the boss bring a pot of tea and, while he was at it, added a bowl of pork wontons and a tea egg for that young man.

He took out a pack of 35-brand cigarettes, lit one with a Zippo lighter, took a deep drag, and revealed a contented expression.

His boss in his past life did this too; why not give it a try?

Anyway, it wouldn't cost much money.

The boss was seen bringing two plates to the young man's table and saying something; the young man's puzzled gaze followed the boss's finger and looked over.

Lu Chen nodded slightly with a smile, signaling for the young man to continue eating, but he left a note and a Hong Kong banknote on the table, pressing them gently under a teacup, and tapped the tabletop lightly.

He stood up and left the small shop.

In a coffee shop on the street corner, Lu Chen sat on the second floor, leisurely reading a magazine provided by the shop, taking a puff of his Cigar from time to time.

A young man in a hurry, carrying a briefcase, broke the tranquility of the coffee shop.

As the hurried footsteps slowed down, Lu Chen closed the magazine at the right moment, a smile still on his face.

"Waiter, give this gentleman an Americano."

Lu Chen smiled and reached out, inviting the young man to sit opposite him.

"Thank you, but do you have some business with me?"

The young man showed a somewhat awkward smile, calmed his breathing slightly, and then spoke.

"No rush, take a moment to catch your breath first."

Lu Chen took a puff of his cigarette, his eyes deep; in the smoke, he seemed to see another version of himself.

He saw all of this young man's small movements and unease.

Not until the young man had taken a sip of coffee did Lu Chen speak again: "Would you do a small favor for me?"

Lu Chen reached out and pointed to a young man across the street outside the coffee shop.

"Help me ask who his boss is."

A stack of Hong Kong banknotes was pressed down by Lu Chen under a Zippo lighter.

The young man looked out in the direction Lu Chen was pointing, then looked at the Hong Kong banknotes on the table, and swallowed hard.

The expression on his face showed some struggle, and after a long while, he said hoarsely, "Okay?"

Lu Chen nodded slightly, picked up his coffee and took a light sip, his gaze shifting from the young man's face to outside the window.

Interesting!

That person outside the window should be the one who was tailing him earlier; who exactly is behind this?

As footsteps sounded, Lu Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at that figure who appeared determined yet was trembling slightly.

He took a light puff of his Cigar, the smoke blurring his vision quite a bit.

It was as if that young man was just like him when he first stepped into society, grabbing at every tiny opportunity for all he was worth!

I hope you can let me know your name.

Across the street, the young lawyer took a deep breath, crossed the busy road, clutching his briefcase tightly in his hand, and walked toward the target person.

Lu Chen tapped his fingers on the Cigar box, calculating the time.

A staff member in the coffee shop took out a new vinyl record, and the melodious music shifted into jazz with a stronger sense of rhythm.

Lu Chen's thoughts did not stay on the young lawyer the whole time, but returned to the Crown!

The hidden dangers of the Moissanite, the trap of the Textile Factory, the potential opportunities in the auction, and the suddenly appearing follower...

Various clues intertwined, giving Lu Chen the feeling of being thrown into an unfamiliar chess game.

Perhaps it is time to let Wang Jingli experience the charm of money again; he should make a move.