Awakening the Daily Intelligence System - Chapter 20
Chapter 20 – 19, death information, antique market. _1
A million yuan!
Apart from when he visited the grave, Lin Mo had never seen so much money!
“Stay calm… stay calm…”
“Hiss… hoo!!”
“After all, I am someone who owns an Intelligence System, I must not let the excitement of a million yuan keep me awake!”
Lin Mo took several deep breaths of fresh air, trying hard to pull his gaze away from the information and reviewed the other intelligence again.
Winning 100,000 in scratch lottery is relatively good news, but the problem is, Lin Mo couldn’t possibly buy all the scratch tickets in the lottery shop, as they have an endless supply of them. Moreover, there could also be other people buying them.
It’s only worth a try.
“Old Mr. Wang only has one year of life left?”
Learning about the impending death of someone close, Lin Mo felt an unexplainable tightness in his heart.
However, since it was due to illness, there wasn’t much he could do about it.
But then, Lin Mo thought that he needed to conduct an experiment on Old Mr. Wang Youcai, because he wanted to know if he could extend his life by advising Wang Youcai to pay more attention to his health and get more medical check-ups.
The reason for this idea was because not only Lin Mo’s parents, but also his in-laws, were no longer young.
The thought of one day seeing the news of their impending deaths on the Intelligence System was just too unbearable.
“I have to do this, but there’s no need to rush.”
Lin Mo continued looking through the other intelligence, but found that it was mostly useless information.
“Sleep!”
“Tomorrow morning, straight to the antiques market!”
“Who was the owner of booth 84 again… seems like it was a man over sixty years old?”
After closing his eyes, Lin Mo found that he was unable to sleep, tossing and turning restlessly.
Too excited!
Today’s intelligence was, one could say, the most valuable piece of information he had received since activating the system.
After tossing and turning for over an hour, Lin Mo finally drifted off into a drowsy sleep.
Even in his dreams, his mind was filled with that dragon-patterned Guangxu Yuanbao.
…..
The next day, early morning.
By the time Lin Mo woke up, Li Jinwen had already taken their child to school, and there was breakfast left for him on the table.
Wolfing down a few bites, Lin Mo called for a ride-hailing service and headed straight to Dongtai Road Antique Market.
He did not want to miss out on the Tube Coins containing the Guangxu Yuanbao to someone else who might get there first.
Tube Coins refer to a cluster of copper coins stuck together by rust in a shape resembling a tube.
Because the exterior is covered in dirt and bronze rust, it’s impossible to distinguish what types of copper coins are present from the appearance alone.
Originally, merchants would clean them and sell these copper coins individually.
However, people later found that selling an entire cluster of coins was more profitable, as it brought in more money.
It’s somewhat like gambling on stones or opening blind boxes.
Everyone wants to turn the lowest cost into highly valuable copper coins.
By tapping into this gambling mentality, more and more merchants began to sell Tube Coins. Even going as far as creating fake Tube Coins for sale. Some low-quality individual copper coins are worth only a few yuan, but when clustered and added with some dirt, they can sell for a double-digit price per piece—why not?
…..
By the time Lin Mo arrived at the antique market, it was just after 8 a.m.
This place does its business in the afternoon and evening; in the morning, not to mention customers, even the stall owners were few.
The owner of booth 84 wasn’t there yet.
Having spent a week at the antique market, Lin Mo was well aware of this.
He walked into a familiar lottery shop, printed a set of numbers, bought a hundred yuan worth of scratch tickets as usual, and then sat in the store waiting.
Today was a lucky day for him,
the scratch-off lottery ticket he bought actually won a prize.
Although it was only several hundred yuan, it still made Lin Mo very happy.
After all, he’d spent seven or eight hundred yuan on scratch-off lottery tickets this week alone, and except for a few 20-yuan wins, the rest were usually losses.
“It seems my luck is not bad today,”
Lin Mo opened his phone and started watching a La Liga soccer match.
He’d started watching soccer just to gather information and make money.
But as he watched, Lin Mo was gradually caught up in the tense and exhilarating atmosphere of the game.
While not exactly a soccer lover, at least he could now distinguish which jersey represented which club, unlike when he first started watching and couldn’t tell them apart at all.
Often, when he thought a goal was scored, he’d cheer along, only to find out that it was actually the opposing team who scored.
It was quite embarrassing.
Lin Mo stayed in the lottery store until noon, even ordering his meal through Meituan delivery.
His gaze was impatient, frequently glancing towards stall number 84.
Even the lottery store owner couldn’t help asking curiously, “Bro, you look a bit off today. Waiting for someone?”
Lin Mo realized his own excitement and casually replied, “Not waiting for anyone. Just feeling quite happy since it’s my first time winning.”
The owner laughed it off and didn’t say much more.
However, Lin Mo’s brows furrowed unconsciously.
“No way!”
“The store owner just reminded me.”
“I’m too excited; I’ve made my sudden wealth too obvious!”
“This will attract too much attention, I need to be more careful.”
“Besides, the owner of stall 84 is a sly old hand. The moment he sees something off about me, he might just hike up the price.”
Once Lin Mo realized this, he took deep breaths continually, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.
But actually, that’s easier said than done. Imagine, a man who’s been poor for 30 years, with a wife and child, suddenly getting news that he could make millions. It’s no wonder he’s excited.
Those who can have thunder in their hearts but maintain a calm facade are fit to be great generals.
Lin Mo was no general; he was just an ordinary migrant worker.
“A million is just the beginning. In the future, I can earn ten million, a hundred million!”
“Right!”
“Don’t take this small amount of money too seriously. It’s just a tiny milestone on my path to success.”
“When reporters interview me one day, today’s event will just be a very minor talking point.”
Lin Mo imagined a future self basking in endless glory, trying to brainwash himself with this thought.
It has to be said, this tactic was quite effective!
At least when Lin Mo opened his eyes again, there was a look in his eyes that suggested he was contemplating the world, like Wang Youcai in “Bright Sword,” dressed in his new military uniform.
After another three hours, around three or four in the afternoon, the antique market stall owners gradually started to show up, setting up their stalls one by one.
However, there were still hardly any customers.
After setting up their stalls, those owners on good terms with each other sat together, bragging and chatting.
Like usual, Lin Mo wandered around the market, occasionally greeting some owners he was somewhat familiar with and having a short chat.
Finally, close to 4 PM, a familiar figure riding an electric tricycle stopped in front of stall number 84.
The golden sunlight cast upon his stooping back, seemingly plating the old man with a layer of gold armor!
“Old Baby, you’ve finally arrived!”
Lin Mo’s lips curved upward and he let out a sigh of relief. However, he didn’t go straight over. He didn’t keep his eyes fixed on the man, but instead, continued to casually stroll along the stalls.
Only those who can keep their cool can accomplish great things!
