stjorthotic Chapter 94: Echoes of Trust
Chapter 94: Echoes of Trust
Lin Bei moved his phone a little further away, thus getting away from Lao Gao's voice.
He picked at his ear: "I don't know any Koreans, I just picked one randomly."
"Really?" Just as Lao Gao was about to ask further, news about Song Qingning started pouring in.
The profile picture in the mobile QQ app is jumping wildly on the screen.
Lin Bei clicked on it and found a whole page of exclamation marks.
amount……
Lin Bei frowned slightly and immediately scrolled down several pages before finally reaching the bottom.
Between exclamation marks, Song Qingning added: 【I've earned back my living expenses!!!】
My mom just asked me why I was laughing like that, and I'm too embarrassed to say it's because I won the bet on soccer!!!
Moreover, Song Qingning added an emoticon after the exclamation mark in her post.
Lin Bei smiled and replied: "Congratulations."
When I logged out, I noticed that Song Qingning's profile signature had been changed to "Following President Lin, you'll get what you deserve."
At this moment, seeing that Lin Bei remained silent, Lao Gao hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Lin Bei then realized that Lao Gao hadn't hung up yet, and continued, "Yeah, I'm listening."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two hung up the phone.
Soon, Wu Xiaoxun also began to share the good news.
However, her way of announcing the good news was quite unique.
She neither messaged nor called Lin Bei.
Instead, he placed six orders in one go from Lin Bei's Taobao shop.
Every order contains the same Fuwa pendant.
Each order used a different shipping address.
When Lin Bei saw the orders in the backend, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He sent Wu Xiaoxun a message directly: 【What are you doing?】
Wu Xiaoxun replied instantly: 【I'm supporting your business!】
I made 800 yuan yesterday!
Su Qianqian's announcement of the good news was the quietest.
She simply sent a screenshot of her bank card balance to her father, Su Maoyuan.
Su Qianqian didn't add any text, nor did she explain how she earned it, nor did she mention Lin Bei's name.
After receiving the screenshot, Su Maoyuan remained silent for a long time.
So long that Su Qianqian thought he had gone to a meeting.
Then, the phone screen lit up, and the father's reply consisted of only one line:
You need to hold onto this friend.
Su Qianqian stared at the words for a long time.
He turned off his phone screen, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling in deep thought.
Lin Bei correctly predicted all five of the less popular picks.
With high odds, an investment of over two thousand yuan yielded nearly ten times the return.
After redeeming his lottery ticket, he stood in the sunlight outside the lottery shop and checked his bank card balance one last time.
Then, I called Boss Wu and told him that the next batch of Fuwa doll orders could be paid in advance, as the money was already in place.
……
When Wang Yu called in the afternoon.
Lin Bei had just finished processing the orders in the online store's backend.
When he answered the phone, Wang Yu remained silent for several minutes.
Then, Wang Yu finally spoke up, saying, "Lin Bei, you're right."
"Han Yang?" Lin Bei asked tentatively.
"Yes." Wang Yu sighed, "After I got back last night, the more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became, so I looked through all the gambling records he had recommended to me in the last three months."
"The first two months were all small wins... To be precise, he recommended more than a dozen games, and every single one was a small win."
"From a few hundred to several thousand, the biggest win was over eight thousand in one go."
"I followed his advice on more than a dozen transactions and made a total of tens of thousands of yuan. At that time, I thought he was really knowledgeable, his data was accurate, and he had a lot of inside information. Following his data analysis was definitely the right thing to do."
Wang Yu paused here.
Lin Bei could hear him lighting a cigarette on the other end of the phone; it took him two tries to light it.
He quickly continued, "But last month he started asking me to raise the stakes, saying there was a game with a 99% chance of winning, so sure it couldn't be more certain, and that I should put all the money I had on hand in it."
"I heard about it and bet almost 500,000."
"That match isn't here yet, it's next week." Wang Yu took the cigarette out of his mouth, his voice low and deep.
"This morning I showed the match schedule to a friend who works as a sports agent."
He said the match schedule was completely fake, and that there was no such match in the actual league.
"This table is fabricated; it's made up from beginning to end. It's a match created by an overseas betting website, specifically designed for the final round of profit-taking."
Lin Bei leaned back in his chair and switched the phone to his other ear.
In his previous life, when he was in foreign trade, he took on a client who ran an overseas gambling website.
That client boasted at the dinner table about the exact same trick:
First, use small wins to build trust, and once the trust level is high enough, then stage a fake competition to rake in all the money.
The person who is scammed will not feel that they have been scammed; they will only think that they were just unlucky.
Then, they kept putting money into it, getting deeper and deeper into the trap.
The customer said this with a smile on his face, as if he were showing off a superior skill.
Lin Bei explained this strategy to Wang Yu.
Silence fell again on the other end of the phone.
"Thanks." Wang Yu's voice sounded a few octaves lower than before.
But it stopped trembling.
"I know what to do."
the next day.
Wang Yu immediately blocked Han Yang's phone number, deleted him from QQ, and even left all the groups Han Yang had invited him to.
His friend invited him to these groups, and it took him three months.
He left the group in just thirty seconds.
Moreover, he also withdrew the order for 500,000.
Although a considerable handling fee was deducted, the principal was not lost.
Wang Yu immediately sent Lin Bei a text message containing only one line:
If you need anything in the future, please feel free to ask.
After reading the text message, Lin Bei put his phone back on the table and continued to check the order data in the online store's backend.
Outside the window, the Olympic Games were still in full swing, with the excited voices of commentators coming from the television and cheers rising and falling from the streets.
Lin Bei glanced down at the lottery ticket in the drawer, which had already been redeemed, folded it neatly, and put it into the innermost layer of the folder.
a few days later.
Wang Yu called Lin Bei to invite him to dinner, just the two of them, without any friends.
He had already booked the place; it was a quiet private restaurant, not in the bustling city center.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei told his parents he wouldn't be eating at home and then went straight out the door.
The private restaurant is hidden at the end of an old alley.
The storefront is inconspicuous, with no sign at the entrance, only a crooked locust tree and a small courtyard paved with bluestone slabs.
When Lin Bei pushed open the door, Wang Yu had already arrived.
He sat by the window, with two plates of cold dishes and an unopened bottle of baijiu on the table.
Wang Yu was dressed casually today, in a gray T-shirt, a stark contrast to his appearance in a bathrobe in the back alley of the foot massage parlor last time.
"Sit down." Wang Yu stood up and pulled out the chair opposite him.
After Lin Bei sat down, he unscrewed the bottle of liquor and poured Lin Bei a full glass.
Then, pour one for yourself too.
Wang Yu picked up his glass, held it up to Lin Bei, and said, "This glass is for you!"