Chapter 25: An Encounter on the Bus

April 30, 2012, Monday.

9:30 p. m.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, opened a newly bought laptop, and launched a stock market software.

In China, trading is not allowed, but through specialized software one can at the appropriate time check the overseas stock market.

So as not to affect the upcoming trend of each stock.

Lin Feng at once provided information on over a hundred stocks for Jack's team.

Some were up, some down.

Naturally, stocks expected to rise are bought long, and those expected to fall are sold short.

The leveraged funds amounted to 1.7 billion.

This is no longer a small sum.

But spreading the investment across over a hundred stocks, each received as little as a few million and as much as ten or twenty million.

Such funds have little impact on the movement of any single stock.

Lin Feng watched from 9:30 p. m. until 4 a. m.

After the market over there finished its day's trading and closed, he let out a breath.

A huge weight lifted from his heart.

The stock trends he remembered had not changed.

The few dozen he misremembered might lose some money, but not much; overall it was profitable.

Half an hour later, as Lin Feng was about to sleep, Jack called.

"Mr. Lin, you are truly amazing! Today's profit exceeded percent"

Jack's voice was full of excitement.

Lin Feng yawned, smiling: "Sell the losing stocks tomorrow! Keep operating the winning ones."

"Okay!" Jack replied straightforwardly.

After chatting a few more lines, Lin Feng then hung up.

In a single trading day, he gained percent profit, which is basically impossible in the domestic stock market.

Because the domestic stock market has a ten percent limit on daily price fluctuations.

The percent of 1.7 billion is 255 million!

This is after-tax net profit.

For Lin Feng, who holds future information and possesses a bug, this is faster than printing money with a mint.

Of course, Lin Feng does not expect to make long‑term money from this.

Even if daily turnover reaches hundreds of billions, the inflow and outflow of several billion dollars would still stir up small ripples.

Having profited this time, if he uses leverage to trade stocks again next time, he might end up losing even his underwear.

Besides this, there are also human factors.

Lin Feng certainly does not want to become a 'stock god,' after which a bunch of people would follow him in buying stocks…

In the future, he should still be cautious; making a fortune quietly is the true way.

Stock prices fluctuate constantly, but the development of technology and industry will not change much.

Going forward, he should still invest more in industry.

He took a shower, then felt a chill.

Just as he lay down on the bed, half‑asleep, Liang Shishi called.

As Lin Feng's aunt Liang Shishi, his 'first battle' made her even more nervous than him.

That was the lifetime savings of Lin Feng's parents; if it were all lost at once, this aunt would also bear great responsibility.

"Aunt, haven't you slept, or are you already up?"

Lin Feng asked, half‑asleep.

"Of course I haven't slept; today is Tuesday, and I still have to go to work. You kept me up all night—how are you going to make it up to me, you little brat?"

"I'll give you a massage tonight!"

After Lin Feng said that, he suddenly shivered and added, "But it can't be like last time."

Because his memory was too strong, as he spoke, Lin Feng felt a soft, warm sensation appear on his right middle finger.

Now even his drowsiness was gone.

"Alright! Get some rest early."

Having said that, Liang Shishi hung up the phone.

Lin Feng let out a breath, put down his phone, then pulled the blanket over his head.

After a moment, making sure the sleepiness driven away by his aunt, Lin Feng sat up.

After washing his face with cold water, he looked at himself in the mirror with a bitter smile.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the circles under them were somewhat dark.

Yet he felt no trace of sleepiness; on the contrary, his spirit was somewhat overexcited.

Such a mental state makes driving dangerous.

Lin Feng made a call and summoned Zhao Xiaoyang.

During the day he still needs to collect rent, or some tenants come to inspect the properties.

With over a thousand apartments, on average there are about ten or more rental matters to handle each day.

In fact, hiring a few people to form a team could perfectly solve it.

But then Lin Feng would really have nothing to do.

Being idle every day with nothing to do is not good for either mind or body.

After more than half an hour, Zhao Xiaoyang arrived.

The sky had grown bright.

Lin Feng sat in the back seat of the car and handed a paper bag to Zhao Xiaoyang.

"Brother, what is this?"

After taking it, Zhao Xiaoyang asked doubtfully.

While fastening his seat belt, Lin Feng said, "It's just 100,000 yuan; your gym doesn't make money, and you usually don't have much to spend."

Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Brother, I have money. My mother gives me some each month."

"That bit of money is useless; with so many friends, if someone asks you to borrow a bit, you'll be short. Though they're unreliable, when you're out and about, you still need to make connections with those fair‑weather friends."

After saying that, Lin Feng crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and said lightly, "I haven't slept all night; drive around a bit and see if I can doze off."

"Okay!"

Zhao Xiaoyang responded and started the car.

The car drove out of the garage; the two had breakfast first, then Zhao Xiaoyang drove the car aimlessly around Yanjingcheng.

By eight o'clock, Lin Feng still felt no sleepiness.

When the car passed a bus stop, Lin Feng told Zhao Xiaoyang to stop, asked for some change, then boarded a bus.

Sitting in the rear corner, as the bus lurched and stopped, Lin Feng's drowsiness came quickly.

I don't know how long passed.

"Hey, kid! Wake up!"

Hearing the voice, Lin Feng opened his eyes.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and saw it was exactly ten in the morning.

He had slept only a little over an hour.

"We've reached the terminal," the aunt who cleaned the bus reminded Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng mumbled, "I'm on the bus just to sleep; I'll insert a coin later."

The aunt looked at Lin Feng with surprise.

It was still the first time she'd seen someone take the bus just to sleep.

Besides, riding the bus really is soporific.

After several minutes, the bus started; Lin Feng struggled to rise and inserted a coin.

He then sat back in the rear and continued sleeping.

After another unknown period, a faint fragrance came from nearby.

This was clearly a scent emanating from a woman's body.

Besides perfume, there was the woman's natural body fragrance, and… a faint smell of decay.

If Lin Feng's nose weren't sharp, he wouldn't have detected this odor at all.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and turned his head.

A familiar half‑face appeared in her view.

"Miss Qi!"

Lin Feng exclaimed in surprise.

Sitting beside him was none other than the forensic medicine professor who rented the haunted house, Qi Yao.

Qi Yao still wore a white lab coat, her hair tied in a ponytail, with no jewelry or makeup.

Yet this natural look could instantly outshine 99.9% of women.

"You're awake."

Qi Yao turned her head, glanced at Lin Feng, and said lightly.

Lin Feng asked curiously, "How did you end up on the bus?"

"I went out to inspect the scene, the vehicle broke down, so I took the bus back."

After Qi Yao said that, Lin Feng glanced at her feet.

A silver‑white metal box was placed there.

"What case?"

Remembering the corpse odor he had just smelled, Lin Feng asked curiously.

"There's discipline; I can't tell you that."

Lin Feng pinched his nose, "Did you find a corpse at the scene? No wonder you smell of decay."

Qi Yao looked at Lin Feng, astonished.

After she came to her senses, she quickly moved to the other side of the rear of the bus.

There were many empty seats on the bus.

As soon as Qi Yao boarded the bus, she noticed Lin Feng.

The reason she sat beside Lin Feng was that she saw two young people around him.

In her professional opinion, those two were likely pickpockets.

Then she sat down beside Lin Feng.

Seeing no opportunity, the two pickpockets could only get off.

Lin Feng felt a bit embarrassed; he shouldn't have covered his nose and said Qi Yao smelled.

Forensic doctors daily deal with corpses, so picking up such odors is inevitable.

After going home and taking a shower, the smell disappears; she's still a fragrant beauty, not to be despised.

At this moment the bus pulled up to a stop again; Lin Feng glanced at the stop sign and thus knew where he was.

So he sat down beside Qi Yao, smiling as he said, "Sorry! I shouldn't have said those things just now."

Qi Yao said lightly, "Your nose is very keen. It's fine."

"You still have to transfer a few stops to get home, right? Why don't we get off at the next stop and take my car back?"

"You don't mind that I made your car smell bad?"

Lin Feng waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, actually the scent on you is stronger."

Qi Yao did not refuse, because it was almost noon and she still had to rush back to work.

There was something else she hadn't said, and she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

She had left her phone in the police car, and then she had taken the wrong bus.

"Asking for directions, talking to strangers—she has a strong psychological aversion…"