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Murong Lian hung up the phone. On the other end, Yang Yuan put down his mobile phone, a slightly sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the goblet in front of him, stood up, and walked to the glass wall, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Nanfang City. He gently swirled the red wine in his glass and then took a sip.
"Mo Ming, you really have some skills! I never expected to be deceived by your few words. Murong Lian's husband?" Yang Yuan scoffed at this, saying, "It's truly ridiculous. At best, you're just a dog by her side. What do you have to compete with me for her?"
As the sole heir of Ultimate Electronics in America, Yang Yuan had enough capital to look down on everything. From a young age, he had never been denied anything. Nowadays, who in the American electronics industry didn't know his name? It could be said that half of Ultimate Electronics Company's empire was built by him.
"Murong Lian belongs to me; she is my woman. No one can take her away from me. Mo Ming, you ruined my plans last night; I'm afraid your future days will be spent in purgatory!"
At that moment, the phone on the table vibrated, moving around as a pleasant ringtone rang out.
Yang Yuan turned and walked to the table, setting down his goblet and picking up the phone to answer it. "How's the investigation I asked you to do? Any leads?"
"Young Master Yang, last night you asked me to investigate Mo Ming. He is a Chinese national, twenty years old. His father's name is Mo Zhentian, and his mother's name is Zhu Hanying."
"I asked you to look into Mo Ming's background, not to hear that nonsense. What do his parents do?" Yang Yuan frowned, his voice cold, making the person on the other end feel uneasy.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Yang; I couldn't find any information about them. It’s as if Mo Ming's parents have evaporated; there's nothing available."
"Hmph! Our Yang family has spent so much money supporting you all for nothing?" Yang Yuan's voice grew colder as he asked, "What about Mo Ming? Any news? If you tell me there's nothing valuable about him, you might as well die."
"Yes, yes, yes, Young Master Yang. Mo Ming doesn't have much of a reputation in China, but he is quite well-known in Island Nation as a genius youth skilled in computers. He is a renowned hacker there known as 'Gravedigger.' He once hacked into an entire company's computers and stole all their data, causing that company to go bankrupt. Island Nation sent multiple computer experts and hackers but couldn't find any evidence sufficient to prosecute him."
"Oh, he really has some skills—able to hack all data without leaving any trace; that's impressive," Yang Yuan genuinely praised him before asking, "Is there anything else?"
"There is some hearsay I've gathered; however, its credibility is at most eighty percent."
"Go ahead. Where there's smoke, there's fire. If nothing happened, few would talk about it; after all, this isn't the entertainment industry where people hype themselves up for fame."
"Well, Mo Ming is quite the flirt. He once had an affair with the woman of a Japanese gang leader. When that gang leader found out, he killed his own woman, yet it seems he took no action against Mo Ming."
"No, I think that gang leader has already taken some measures; it's just that those measures not only failed to deal with Mo Ming but instead instilled fear in him, making him hesitant to act recklessly," Yang Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "You can investigate this news to see if Mo Ming has any powerful backing. I don't believe a twenty-year-old boy could make a gang leader powerless."
"Understood."
"Have you found anything else, like details about Mo Ming's life before he turned twenty?"
"That's what puzzles me too. I only found information starting from when Mo Ming was nineteen; it's as if he just appeared out of nowhere. There’s a complete blank for the time before he turned nineteen, which means it’s like he evaporated during that period."
"Alright, I got it. Keep investigating and notify me immediately if you find anything. That's all."
Yang Yuan hung up the call and put down his phone, looking deep in thought. He initially thought Mo Ming was just a small bodyguard hired by Murong Lian, but who knew he had such capabilities to bring down a large company? Such talent is valuable anywhere.
Now content to be a small follower, Mo Ming must have some unknown schemes.
"Hmph, Mo Ming, no matter what background you have, don’t even think about taking Murong Lian away from me. From the moment I laid eyes on her, she is destined to be my woman for life. If you dare to interfere, I won’t hesitate to make you and your future disappear!"
...
Meanwhile, Mo Ming, as a personal bodyguard, had little work to do at the advertising company and found himself somewhat bored. With nothing else to occupy his time, he resorted to playing games on his computer in the empty space.
This type of game is very risky; those with heart conditions should definitely avoid it due to its high danger level. Yet many people love playing it.
If you think this is a horror game, you're mistaken. Its visuals are devoid of anything; it's just a bunch of numbers. Have you guessed what it is? It's Stock Trading. Mo Ming sat lazily at his desk, legs crossed, tapping away with his fingers.
At that moment, Han Xue walked out of Murong Lian's office carrying a pile of documents. As she passed by Mo Ming's desk, she glanced over and noticed Mo Ming was engaged in stock trading. Han Xue pointed at Mo Ming and said, "The company has regulations that prohibit anyone from using company computers for other activities, including stock trading. Just a friendly reminder to close it down quickly; if President Mu finds out, you won't have a good time."
"What's wrong with stock trading?" Mo Ming replied defiantly. "It's just some amateur trading during my free time to earn a little extra money for baby formula. But thanks for the kind reminder, Han Xue; you're not only nice but also have a beautiful voice."
Seeing that Mo Ming ignored her advice and appeared rather frivolous, Han Xue shook her head in disappointment and walked away with her documents.
"Wow, you really are trading stocks. Let me see how it's going," said Qiu Lan, who was sitting nearby. She hurried over to take a look at Mo Ming's computer. It seemed she had some experience with stock trading as she could understand the numbers on Mo Ming's screen. However, she shook her head and said, "Why is it only ten thousand? With such a small investment, you're really just earning baby formula money. You might even end up losing money. I advise you to get out quickly; I don't want to see you jumping off the roof of our building."
"You can trade stocks too? I didn't see that coming; you're quite skilled!" Mo Ming smiled at Qiu Lan. In fact, Qiu Lan looked quite innocent; her figure was average, and her chest development wasn't great, but that was precisely why she appeared pure like a lotus flower.
Qiu Lan beamed with pride and said, "Of course! I've been navigating the stock market for two years now. The stocks I've bought have only made profits, never losses. My friends call me the Chinese version of Warren Buffett. Since we're colleagues, I'll give you some advice: this stock isn't good; sell it quickly!"
Mo Ming chuckled, stopped his trading, and asked with a smile, "Oh? Why isn't it good?"
"Well, I can't explain the specifics; it just isn't good. You have to trust me—Nanhua Hydropower has been stagnant for half a year; it only drops and doesn't rise. If you let it tie up your funds, it'll be like sinking into the sea—gone without a trace," Qiu Lan advised earnestly.
"Oh, I see now. Thank you for the reminder; I'll pay attention," Mo Ming said as if he had just realized something. He felt a strong fondness for this kind-hearted girl who looked to be in her early twenties and had just graduated from university.
Qiu Lan tapped Mo Ming on the shoulder, bent down slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Hehe... since I gave you such a kind reminder, could you say a few good words for me in front of President Mu? I'm still in my probation period; I only have one month left until I complete three months."
"I'm sorry; I didn't help you with any ulterior motives," Qiu Lan said as she noticed Mo Ming's silent expression. She waved her hand in explanation and added, "I'm not lacking confidence in my abilities; I'm just afraid someone might sabotage me during my probation period. If you find it difficult, you don't have to say anything—really."
This girl is quite interesting; she knows how to play her cards right. She understands that Mo Ming is Murong Lian's personal bodyguard and often follows him around. She believes that if Mo Ming speaks positively about her to Murong Lian, it will leave a good impression and at least prevent her from being quietly dismissed.
Mo Ming still had a good impression of her, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will speak well of you. As for whether you can pass, that depends on you. Everything relies on work ability. I can guarantee that as long as your work ability meets the standards, you will be able to pass the probation period."
"Really? You won't blame me for trying to use you?" Qiu Lan asked in surprise.
"How could I? You are not using me. We are friends and colleagues, so we should help each other," Mo Ming shook his head and smiled. "As long as you work hard and achieve results, I believe President Mu will not let go of any talent."
"Hehe... that's great! Thank you! In return for your willingness to help me, let me give you a tip. If you want to make money, hurry up and buy the latest stock, 1487. I guarantee it will make a lot of money. You know, I've put all my savings into it," Qiu Lan said brightly, then waved her hand and said, "Alright, I won't disturb you anymore. You continue with your stock trading."
After saying that, Qiu Lan returned to her work next door.
"This girl is quite interesting."
Mo Ming smiled and then continued with his stock trading. If anyone had noticed, they would have seen that when Mo Ming first started trading, he only used a hundred dollars. But now, the stocks he held were showing an upward trend.
Like a seasoned player in the stock market, Mo Ming remained calm without any emotional fluctuations. Even with the stock prices having risen significantly, he was not in a hurry to sell; instead, he waited for the price he had in mind before selling.
Just like that, simply as if he had won a lottery overnight, after selling everything, his account immediately increased by one hundred thousand dollars. With seemingly no interest in stock trading anymore, Mo Ming shut down his computer.
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