The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 428 - 428 403 Ways to Make Money

428: Chapter 403: Ways to Make Money 428: Chapter 403: Ways to Make Money “What merit or ability do I, Liu Hun, possess that Miss Lin would jest with me?” Liu Hun said with disbelief.

If this were true, it would be an enormous help to him.

In this era, the most important thing is talent, and in the face of pressure from the three giants and the shifting of Yinyue Company’s support, what he most needs for establishing his own sect is precisely talent.

Lin Xiaoxiang spoke to Liu Hun very seriously, “Agent Liu, Xiaoxiang is definitely not joking.

We’re all in the entertainment industry, and everyone is clearly aware of who has real abilities and prospects.

Agent Liu, you’ve practically carved a bloody path from the cracks to support Nandou Studio as it stands, and as for what you’ve done, it’s there for everyone to see.

And…

the incident last time at the liquor house where you showed your financial prowess against Ma Lin was circulated by the photography team throughout the company, and now everybody knows that you have more financial power than the Ma family, who are about to take over.

So…

everything I’ve said is true.

And…” as Lin Xiaoxiang spoke, a determination usually seen in men appeared in her eyes, “this is an excellent opportunity to leverage Yinyue Group to our advantage, even if we can’t bleed it dry, we can still pull away much-needed talent.

I believe in my capacity and credibility, and even more, I believe in your strength and resources.”

With a smile tugging at his lips, Liu Hun nodded, “You truly are my female Zhuge Liang!

Alright!

As soon as you get things coordinated, ask for anything you need.

Once everything is settled, we must declare Nandou Studio’s independence before the Ma family takes over Yinyue, and then we’ll establish a new company.”

“Yes!

I’ll handle the personnel arrangements.

For the company’s location, hardware, financing, and registration, we will need Agent Liu to take more care,” Lin Xiaoxiang told Liu Hun, her tone hardly hiding her excitement and passion.

After the two left the Peninsula Coffee House, they started taking action separately.

Liu Hun first checked his bank account and found that, due to the recent advancement to the Third Level of Black Dragon Power, which left him somewhat fearless, combined with his reckless spending on Shi Qing’er’s behalf, his account had just over thirty million.

To poach talent on a large scale, rent office space, equip with hardware, and last but not least, fund the essential promotional campaigns, this amount of money was far from enough.

Liu Hun pondered and realized that he needed to convert all the lucky fortunes he borrowed into cash and, after resolving the current predicament, also needed to have other income channels for the future to avoid putting all his hopes on the entertainment company.

The fastest way to make money…

At that moment, Liu Hun thought of Zhong Xiao, so he immediately took out his phone and arranged to meet Zhong Xiao at the Peninsula Coffee House.

“Boss Liu, what do you need?

Is it about the videotape?

My brothers and I can risk our lives to get it back,” said Zhong Xiao, still feeling guilty for his mistakes.

Liu Hun patted Zhong Xiao on the shoulder comforting him, “It’s not about that, and you don’t need to think about it anymore.

I’ve already handled it.

I called you for another, much more important matter.”

“What’s the matter?

Just order me, Boss Liu,” Zhong Xiao nodded.

“How much do you know about antiques?

Or do you have any connections in that field?” Liu Hun asked Zhong Xiao.

He initially thought the fastest way to turn the fortunes amassed by Black Dragon Power into money was through antiques and jewelry.

Although Lin Xiaoxiang seemed like the best choice, the entertainment company’s start-up needed Lin Xiaoxiang even more, and there might be some deeds to be done in the process that couldn’t see the light of day, making Zhong Xiao an even more suitable candidate.

“That stuff does make money, but Boss Liu, you know we’re from the underworld, nobody plays that game.

However…

I have a brother who used to be a Tomb Raider Captain.

He was involved in that kind of thing, but he got his leg chopped off for sleeping with someone’s wife.

Later, I saved him, and since he can’t do that job anymore, he’s been following me.”

“Tomb Raider Captain?” Liu Hun asked, puzzled.

With a grin, Zhong Xiao explained, “He’s a grave robber.

He claims he was one of the notable ones in this business.

He told me that Tomb Raider Captain is a sect of grave robbers that originated during the Late Eastern Han Dynasty in the Three Kingdoms Period.

At that time, the leader of the Wei army, Cao Cao, to make up for insufficient military funds, established military ranks like the Central Plains Major General and Tomb Raider Captain specifically for robbing graves to supplement military expenses.

These are his words; who knows if it’s just some tall tales, but occasionally listening to his stories gives the brothers a bit of entertainment.”

“I see…” Liu Hun stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment and then said, “Bring him with you.

We’ll meet tomorrow morning at South City’s Old Paifang Street.”

“Yes, Boss Liu,” Zhong Xiao nodded to Liu Hun.

The next morning, Liu Hun met Zhong Xiao and the man he brought along punctually at the Old Paifang Antique Street in South City.

“This is Boss Liu!” Zhong Xiao said to the Tomb Raider Captain.

The short man, looking skinny and gaunt, hurriedly came forward bowing and scraping, “Boss Liu!”

“Boss Liu, this is the Tomb Raider Captain, Mo Lao San I told you about,” Zhong Xiao introduced to Liu Hun, then instructed Mo Lao San, “Mo Lao San, do whatever Boss Liu asks of you, and don’t flaunt your tricks in front of Boss Liu.”

“I understand, Brother Zhong!

I get it!” Mo Lao San quickly nodded to Zhong Xiao.

Seeing Mo Lao San instinctively rub his leg after barely exchanging a couple of words, Zhong Xiao could tell the injury was severe, and a man with such a desperate background could only live one day at a time.

“Let’s sit down first,” Liu Hun told them, then led the two men to a teahouse in the Old Paifang building.

Once seated, Liu Hun asked Mo Lao San, “Mo Lao San, how much do you know about antiques?”

Whenever he mentioned his family’s trade, Old Mo the Third’s face was full of pride.

He said to Liu Hun, “Lord Liu, not to hide from you, I can immediately tell the authenticity and value of any fine object from the past five millennia, the moment it passes through my hands.

Don’t judge me by my lack of education.

This unique skill has been passed down from my ancestors.

During the Three Kingdoms Period, my forefathers started this profession.

My family once had a huge stack of records detailing all the wonderful items from every dynasty, and how to recognize them was all clearly documented.

Unfortunately, my generation has squandered the wealth; I’ve nothing left, and only half a life to live.”

Liu Hun nodded silently, amazed that society still harbored such hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Zhong Xiao had actually brought in such a treasure.

Thus Liu Hun said to Old Mo the Third, “Old Mo the Third, I have a hereditary medical skill.

I will treat you once every three months, and I guarantee you will be able to live like a normal person for the rest of your life.”

“Thump!” Upon hearing this, Old Mo the Third, dragging his bad leg, knelt in front of Liu Hun and said, “Lord Liu!

If you can cure my rotten leg, you are like my parents in a new life.

I, Old Mo the Third, am willing to brave fire and water, to work like an ox or a horse in gratitude for your kindness.”

Liu Hun immediately helped Old Mo the Third up, placing his right hand on Old Mo the Third’s bad leg.

“Stand up!” Liu Hun said, releasing Old Mo the Third and sitting back down in his own place.

Old Mo the Third only felt a warm current spreading throughout his body, finally converging on his bad leg.

With a jolt upwards, he suddenly stood up just like a normal person.

Old Mo the Third, looking at his leg, cried tears of joy and bowed to Liu Hun in gratitude, taking quite a while to be calmed down.

Liu Hun, speaking sternly and sincerely to Old Mo the Third, said, “Old Mo the Third, I need you.

I am planning to establish an antique company.

I will have Zhong Xiao as the chairman, and you as the general manager.”

“Lord Liu, that doesn’t seem quite appropriate,” Zhong Xiao was the first to demur, feeling a bit awkward about suddenly becoming a chairman, given his accustomed lifestyle.

“There’s nothing inappropriate about it.

You would be the chairman in name only; Old Mo the Third will handle the specifics.

You just need to be on call, as usual, to follow me,” Liu Hun said to Zhong Xiao, arranging things this way to avoid making Zhong Xiao feel inferior, and to preserve his dignity.

Zhong Xiao was relieved upon hearing this, concerned that sitting in an office all day in a suit and tie might bore him to death.

“Old Mo the Third, our new company needs to establish a reputation and needs lots of inventory.

I brought you here today to pick up any bargains you find, understand?” Liu Hun asked Old Mo the Third.

The fortune amassed within his body was limited, so of course, it could only be focused on the most precious antiques to create a sensation and establish a reputation.

For the subsequent operation of the company, they would need to travel far and wide, acquiring treasures that had been overlooked, and that was where Old Mo the Third’s skills were needed.

“Understand!

Understand!

Before, I was hindered by my mobility and lack of funds, otherwise, I would have come here to make a fortune long ago.” Old Mo the Third chuckled as he spoke to Liu Hun, now endlessly grateful and eager to show off his worth.

“Alright then, let’s go down and take a look,” Liu Hun said, wanting to test Old Mo the Third’s ability.

After paying the bill, they left the teahouse.

The three of them went downstairs to the antique street under the old archway, which was the largest antique market in the city.

Naturally, being an antique market, it was filled with all sorts of people, a mix of dragons and snakes, where the real and the fake were indistinguishable.

“Hey!

Boss, this piece looks good!

Let me have a look!”

As the three approached a street stall, a man carrying a briefcase suddenly came over and pointed at a bronze Buddha statue on the stall.

“Lord Liu, Brother Zhong, let’s stand and watch,” Old Mo the Third called the two to a halt.

They stood by the side and watched.

“Sir, you really have a good eye.

This item is a rare find!” The stall owner picked up the bronze Buddha statue and handed it over to the man with the briefcase.

The man examined the statue carefully and, getting excited, asked, “Boss, how much for this piece?”

“This much!” The stall owner held up two fingers.

“Two thousand?” the man with the briefcase asked tentatively.

“Two thousand?!

Please put it down!” the stall owner said with a look of astonishment.

Just as the man with the briefcase was about to speak, another man with a big beard came over and said, “Sir, you might as well not look!

This item—it’s a fake!

Not worth two thousand at all!”

“You shut your mouth!

Who says it’s a fake because you say so?!

Are you buying?

If not, forget it!” The stall owner spoke very rudely.