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Shangri-La Hotel.Presidential Suite.

The second the door opened, Lin Chuan knew that the money was well spent.

The 280-square-meter space is covered with handmade Persian carpets, and floor-to-ceiling windows drop from the ceiling to the ground. The entire night view of Shenzhen Bay hangs outside the window like a giant picture scroll.

The personal butler is a man in his early fifties, surnamed Zhou, wearing a tuxedo and white gloves. From the placement of the suitcase to the adjustment of the bathtub water temperature, every detail does not require Lin Chuan to speak.

"Mr. Lin, there are black coffee beans in the refrigerator, from Jamaica Blue Mountain. If you need any service, no matter what time, just press the special line on the bedside."

"Okay, thank you." Lin Chuan smiled and nodded.

After the housekeeper exited, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire Shenzhen night.

Thousands of lights.The red lights on the construction site cranes flashed like the pulse of the city.

In his last life, he came to Shenzhen and lived in a bunk bed for eight people in a village in the city.

Outside the window is the exhaust duct of the range hood, and you can hear the noise from the mahjong table next door in the middle of the night.

The carpet under my feet now is more expensive than the monthly rent of that rental house.

He stood for a long time.Then close the curtains, take a shower, and go to bed.

A dreamless night.

the next day.

It’s half past nine in the morning.

Huaqiang North Road, Futian District, Shenzhen.

Guosen Securities Shenzhen Sales Department.

The securities business department in 2000 was not much different from a vegetable market.

The hall was densely packed with people. The red and green numbers on the electronic screen kept beating. The smell of cigarettes, sweat, and tea mixed together, and the buzzing noise was like a boiling pot.

When Lin Chuan opened the door and walked in, the little girl at the front desk was eating melon seeds.

“Queue at window three to open an account.” She didn’t even raise her head.

Lin Chuan glanced at the hall.There were several middle-aged men in the corner staring at the screen. Some were clicking on calculators, some were frowning at the K-line chart, and there was an old man wearing reading glasses and using a pencil to circle circles on the newspaper.

They are all retail investors.

"I want to open a large account."

The little girl at the front desk raised her head.His eyes rested on Lin Chuan for two seconds - black T-shirt, casual pants, face in his early twenties.

“The minimum capital threshold for a large account is 500,000 yuan.” There was a subtle distrust in her tone, as if she was saying: Handsome boy, are you in the wrong place?

Lin Chuan looked past the front desk and towards the office area inside.

“Please call your manager for me.”

"Our manager is very busy——"

"Thirty million to open an account, thank you."

Lin Chuan’s voice was not loud, but the little girl at the front desk stopped eating melon seeds.

Her mouth was slightly open, with the melon seed shell still held between her lips.

Three seconds later.

The door to the office area opened from the inside.

The person who walked out was not the manager.

It’s a woman.

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