White armor

Chapter 755 If I Time-Traveled, How Can I Get Rich?

Luo Hao took off the patient's shoes and put them on the ground.

The patient was probably in unbearable pain and didn't ask many questions. As soon as he heard that someone could treat him, he agreed immediately.

I'll give it a try. I've been to the hospital, and the doctor didn't say anything.

This group seems to have some skill; giving it a try is better than waiting.

Luo Hao put on sterile gloves and placed his hand on the vein in the patient's leg. The "vein" immediately seemed to come alive and began to struggle violently.

Although he had seen many similar scenes before, this time the "vein" on the patient's leg was struggling with unusual force, and Chen Yong stared blankly at the scene.

The varicose vein turned out to be a parasite, and it looked to be several tens of centimeters long.

Chen Yong had heard Luo Hao talk about subcutaneous larval migration disease, which seemed to have occurred in Changnan City. The owner of that shop often sent Longjiang Wagyu beef and Luo Hao as a way of expressing his gratitude to Luo Hao.

However, the parasites in subcutaneous larval migration syndrome are not very large, and Chen Yong has never seen them in person.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Chen Yong felt a tingling sensation in his fingers, and he thought of the Gu King.

As Luo Hao squeezed, an inconspicuous little black dot on the patient's foot began to "move".

Soon, a menacing creature emerged from the patient's foot, its face grotesque and clearly visible.

"Holy crap!" The patient was shocked and stared blankly at the scene.

"Don't move," Luo Hao instructed. "This is a parasite in your body. Remove it, and then I'll recommend a hospital for you to see a doctor."

"Huh? How did it come about? What is it?!" the patient exclaimed in shock.

"What you need to focus on now is not how it got here, but how it gets rid of." Boss Chai was not surprised. Like Luo Hao, he was also wearing sterile gloves, holding a wooden stick, and accurately catching the parasite that crawled out of the foot and wrapping it around the stick.

"Ah~~~"

“If you move it, the worm will be torn off.” Luo Hao explained gently to the patient, “I’m telling the truth. If it’s torn off, the remaining half of the worm will move around inside the body and you can’t calm it down even if you water it.”

"Can you give me anesthesia? I'm in a bit of pain right now, and I'm scared." The patient was almost crying.

Luo Hao looked at Boss Chai.

“I don’t know either. This is how I removed it for the local natives in Africa. Who knew it would cause such fear at home?” Boss Chai sighed. “If I encounter this again, I’ll give them basic anesthesia.”

“But there’s no way to do that right now, so please bear with it,” Boss Chai then reassured the patient.

"I... I can't bear it..." The patient watched as Luo Hao gently pulled the parasite out, while Boss Chai behind him turned the wooden stick, and the white threads of the parasite were wrapped around the stick. He was so frightened that he trembled all over.

"Xiao Meng, hold him down and make sure he doesn't move," Luo Hao instructed. "Chen Yong, chat with him for a while, or do a magic trick, anything to keep him from watching any longer."

Helpless, Chen Yong walked up to the patient.

"How can a grown man like you be so timid?" Chen Yong began to use reverse psychology.

Are you from Northeast China?

“Yeah,” Chen Yong replied. “How did you know? My Mandarin is so standard, I don’t have an accent.”

"Doctor, you're from Northeast China, and you've come to the Qinling Mountains... no, Professor Luo?" the patient asked in surprise.

It seems that bamboo is more popular. When patients see bamboo, they should be able to guess that Luo Hao is the owner of this internet-famous giant panda.

However, because his foot was in severe pain at the time and he needed to constantly pour water to relieve the pain, he overlooked this point.

The patient is trying to distract himself from the worm he pulled out, which is why he suddenly thought of this.

“That’s right.” Chen Yong raised his hand, and a playing card appeared between his fingers. He didn’t even look at the patient; his eyes were fixed on the dragon worm.

"What you're doing is... magic?"

brush brush~
Playing cards kept appearing between Chen Yong's fingers, falling to the ground in a dazzling display.

They are all real; the patient even saw a playing card fall next to him, a Jack of Hearts.

"I'll do a magic trick, watch as you like," Chen Yong said dismissively. "What else do you want to see?"

"Can you make the playing cards disappear?" the patient asked.

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Yong stopped the playing cards from gushing out like a fountain, while the cards on the ground seemed to come alive, twisting and deforming.

This startled the patient.

He was just asking casually, trying to give Chen Yong a difficult question. He didn't expect that this young man wearing a mask would actually make the playing cards disappear right in front of him.

"Chen Yong, make it simple, don't scare him," Luo Hao suddenly said. "The dragon thread worm has limited strength to withstand, and it usually takes half a month to remove it little by little. The boss and I will try to remove it in one go, but the premise is that he can't move."

"Oh, did you hear that?" Chen Yong reluctantly shifted his gaze from the dragon worm to the patient. "You can't move, or you'll have to be operated on."

"Get stabbed?" The patient was taken aback.

"It means the parasite is severed, but half of its body remains under your skin. You have to cut open the skin with a knife and take it out little by little," Chen Yong explained.

"Uh~~~"

"I'm just doing a magic trick, why are you so scared?" Chen Yong laughed. "The next step is to turn the playing cards into a stick. Watch closely, and don't let your mind wander."

Chen Yong explained everything he was going to do in advance, leaving the patient dumbfounded.

Sure enough, the playing cards twisted and connected, transforming into a stick that Chen Yong held in his hand. From the moment Chen Yong grasped the stick, the part held in his hand seemed to be "absorbed," continuously shortening and shortening.

The patient was dumbfounded. Chen Yong was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and there was nowhere to hide the playing cards.

Is this magic? This is more like spells.

What exactly did I see?
He was completely captivated by Chen Yong's magic trick, even forgetting that he was being pulled out of his leg by a threadworm.

"Little Chen, have you used this trick to fool young girls before?" Boss Chai looked up and asked.

He talked to Chen Yong while spinning the wooden stick in his hand, seemingly without any effect.

"Hey, boss, look at what you're saying. Those were all bad suitors, I cut them off." Chen Yong chuckled. "Don't you need to concentrate? I think the dragon worms are quite scary."

“I’m not really focused on it, just an assistant. The real expert is Little Conch. Pulling out the dragon worm is a skill, and the force must be extremely precise,” Boss Chai laughed. “Your Boss Zhou was also good at a lot of tricks when he was young, so you two should have something in common.”

"Don't talk nonsense, that was years ago. I haven't been around since the early 1980s when I came down from the battlefield," Boss Zhou said calmly.

"Hahaha."

As Boss Chai spun the wooden stick in his hand, translucent dragon worms wrapped around it, like a ball of yarn, getting thicker and thicker.

How long will that be?

Chen Yong stared blankly at Luo Hao, who was pulling out the dragon nematodes. It looked effortless, but Chen Yong could imagine the difficulty involved.

Since it is a parasite, there should be some adhesion between it and the subcutaneous tissue, making the force required to remove it extremely low.

If you use too little force, you can't pull it out; if you use too much force, it will break in one go.

Luo Hao's control over his power is impeccable. No matter how much adhesion exists between the dragon thread worm and his skin and subcutaneous tissue, he can change his power at any time.

"That bastard is really strong," Chen Yong thought to himself.

Although Luo Hao was pulling, he wasn't very fast. A few minutes later, sweat could be seen on his forehead and temples.

Although he appeared relaxed, Luo Hao was clearly struggling to break a sweat.

Chen Yong chatted casually with the patient. After taking a few more glances, the patient began to understand something. Although he was still afraid, he managed to hold back and watch quietly.

Only the bamboo was munching away, making a smacking sound. The little guy had been wild in the Qinling Mountains for quite a while, and it looked like it was craving roasted meat.

A dozen minutes later, the entire dragon worm was removed, and Luo Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Meng" opened a storage bag and placed it in front of Luo Hao.

Two pairs of sterile gloves, disinfectant, and the nematodes entangled in the tree branches were all collected.

"I'll contact the infectious disease hospital over here. Xiao Meng, you take the supplies and the patient down the mountain."

“Okay, Professor Luo.” “Xiao Meng” began packing his things and led the patient down the mountain.

After they left, Chen Yong smiled and said, "Luo Hao, are you relieved?"

"We have to give it a try." Luo Hao didn't seem to care. "By the way, Chen Yong, you told me before that Lao Bai was raising a Gu King in Southeast Asia. Can it eat the larvae of dragon worms? Will it lay eggs in China or something?"

"Ha! I was just thinking the same thing." Chen Yong laughed heartily. "The way the Gu King used it is different from what you imagined."

"Oh? What method is that?"

"You can ask my master when you have time. This is a secret passed down within our sect, and I can't just tell you about it."

When Mr. Qiu was mentioned, Chen Yong's expression changed, becoming slightly somber, yet also filled with anticipation.

The purpose of cultivation is to shatter the void and achieve immortality.

Now that his master was going to achieve all this in a strange way, Chen Yong couldn't think of any reason for him to be sad.

However, the way it was achieved was somewhat strange, and Chen Yong couldn't understand it for the time being.

“Elder Chai, Elder Zhou, if you have the chance, you can ask my master,” Chen Yong said earnestly.

His attitude was completely different from the playful tone he used when speaking to Luo Hao.

"The Gu King? Is that the legendary Southeast Asian sorcery?"

"Yes, my master has done some research on this. He also met a master when he was young. Old Bai raised Gu Kings in Southeast Asia. My master went to see him and gave him some pointers."

Why didn't you tell me?

"You're not good at this field, so what's the point of telling you?" Chen Yong said dismissively. "Besides, you won't even let the Gu King return to the country."

"Who knows how much trouble that thing will cause? If it doesn't work, we can just carry out a 'disinfection' campaign across the entire Qinling Mountains. It's not that difficult."

"Tsk tsk." Chen Yong remarked, Luo Hao is getting better and better at bragging.

“More and more people are going to work in Africa, and many things are inevitable,” Mr. Zhou said leisurely. “Although there are inspections at customs, it can’t be guaranteed to be 100%. Moreover, the sanitary conditions in China have been getting better and better in recent years, and there are fewer and fewer parasitic diseases.”

Luo Hao knew that Boss Zhou would eventually say that the effects of poisoning were becoming increasingly significant.

Unfortunately, some things just happen. For example, last year someone released cockroaches. There have also been cases of parasite eggs being released at the Hong'an water source in Changnan City.

We can only react to each move as it comes, unless the Gu King that Chen Yong is raising has some miraculous effect.

But Luo Hao only thought about it for less than a second before completely forgetting Chen Yong's suggestion.

All existing parasites are treatable, but the Gu King is unpredictable, and who knows if Chen Yong can control it.

Besides, even if Chen Yong could control it, Luo Hao wouldn't want to.

"After lunch, we're going fishing this afternoon. Zhu Zi is bringing his girlfriend," Luo Hao said.

"How many babies does Bamboo have now?" Boss Chai asked leisurely.

Luo Hao looked worried and distressed.

Luo Hao never imagined that being pressured to get married and have children would one day happen to him.

Although the boss had mentioned it before, the situation was different now.

Even though he didn't mention her, his words were all urging her to have a child.

"You'd better hurry up," Boss Chai said disdainfully. "When I was your age, your brother Hao was already old enough to run errands."

"Yes, yes, yes," Luo Hao replied repeatedly.

"The award selection process should be over by now," Boss Zhou said casually. "As for the upcoming Evergreen Awards and next year's Outstanding Young Scientists Awards, Lao Chai and I have already discussed it. We'll be focusing on unmanned hospitals for the thesis topic. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"..." Luo Hao knew this was him making arrangements for his last words, so he could only nod.

"When we go back this time, we'll take you to visit some academicians in Beijing and Shanghai. As for those in other cities, we probably won't have time to go, and my old body can't handle it, so we'll just have video calls."

"academician?"

“Changes will happen over the next few years, but introducing you here shows some kindness. Don’t fall out with your senior brother Gu over some trivial matters. It’s not worth it.”

Boss Zhou didn't explain at all, he just kept talking to himself.

"Boss, I remember there was a question on a website, it was about choosing between 2 million yuan and an academician, which would you choose?" Luo Hao didn't want the topic to stay so bleak, so he changed the subject and started joking.

"Oh, such a trivial question," Boss Chai scoffed, fiddling with his bamboo.

"Boss, how much money do you make in a year?" Chen Yong asked with a grin.

"Money isn't important. What's truly shameful is doing something disgraceful for money. For example, setting up some kind of transplant hospital—what a load of rubbish!" Boss Chai particularly looked down on transplant surgery.

"Boss, I understand. I won't touch transplant surgeries anymore," Luo Hao replied immediately, obediently.

"This is just a way of putting it, it doesn't mean you can't touch it. Actually, what's so difficult about transplant surgery? The one in Wuxi also went through overseas channels, and the initial donors were all sent from overseas."

"This involves medical ethics; one wrong step and you're in deep trouble. You might think you can maintain the balance, but in the end, you're not in control of your own destiny."

"Once you are in the arena, you have no choice."

Boss Zhou sighed at the end, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

Luo Hao knew this, though. There are many things that are beyond one's control, and no matter how strong one is, there are things that cannot be controlled.

It's like how Zhong Nanshan had to lie through his teeth in the end, using in vitro experiments to cover up his shame.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is nonsense, but Mr. Zhong still insists on saying it, which is what the boss meant when he said that people in the world are not free to do as they please.

"By the way, boss." Luo Hao wanted to change the subject, not wanting the atmosphere to be so oppressive.

The purpose of bringing the bosses here is to have fun. They're getting old, so they'll enjoy every day they can.

"how?"

"Qingqing is conducting quantum superposition experiments on a lunar satellite. I've always thought that's a way of ascending to a higher dimension. In modern terms, it's time travel. Boss, if you two went back to the early 21st century, what would you do to live a life of comfort and security?" Luo Hao asked.

He didn't mention becoming an academician again.

Some things require a stroke of luck, a stroke of good fortune; ability alone is useless. Even if the boss knows many secrets, whether he can ultimately become an academician is another matter entirely.

Besides, Luo Hao didn't want to mention that his boss took him to visit various academicians to build connections and give him an advantage when voting for the Chinese Academy of Engineering.

So making money is still the simplest thing.

"If it were me," Boss Chai said with a smile, "I would definitely go to Shanghai first and take over a few shops near Hongqiao Airport."

"???" Chen Yong was stunned. What Boss Chai said was something he hadn't expected.

Moreover, there are many online guides on this issue, which generally involve buying Moutai stock, buying lottery tickets, or betting on sports.

Is Hongqiao Airport going to be demolished? When did that happen? Luo Hao had no recollection of it.

"In which year was the maglev train demolished?" Luo Hao asked.

"In 03, I met a young man who made hundreds of times his initial investment. He owned a hardware store near his old house next to Pudong Airport and became financially independent after the demolition of his property. As long as you don't act recklessly or invest blindly, this step is enough."

"Anything else?" Luo Hao asked, intrigued, and chatted with his boss.

"Take the money and buy stocks," Mr. Zhou chimed in. "There aren't many good ways to make you rich overnight. Just remember a few stocks if you can. But don't forget to spend your days at Panjiayuan back in 05."

"???"

"???"

Panjiayuan is a hub for counterfeit goods.

Seeing that Luo Hao and Chen Yong were stunned, Boss Chai explained, "In 05, a Yuan blue and white porcelain jar with the character Guiguzi appeared in Panjiayuan. The bottom mark had a Chai kiln crack. It was about right. You could get it for 8 to 10 yuan. Two years later, around 07, before the Olympics, Sotheby's auctioned it for 2.3 million yuan."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"It's time for the bear market to start, so sell all your stocks. Don't bother looking for Lei Jun or Ma Huateng; they're incredibly shrewd. You don't have that kind of luck. If you do, you'll probably be eaten alive."

what's next?

The biggest opportunity is Bitcoin, something Luo Hao was involved in.

"At Longquan Temple in 06, it seems that the Buddha statue contained a fragment of the Yongle Encyclopedia. This thing is a valuable artifact. A few years ago, these fragments apparently affected the IPO of a leading new energy vehicle company."

I am!

Luo Hao, however, was unaware of this matter.

Could the fragments of the Yongle Encyclopedia have had such a huge impact? Yet, such a huge impact has been completely silent, as if it never happened.

"An IPO must be worth hundreds of billions."

"It's not like you're taking it yourself. Even if I gave it all to you, you'd have to be lucky enough to have it." Boss Chai glanced at Chen Yong and said with a smile, "Little Chen."

"Yes, boss."

"How much do you charge for telling someone's fortune and offering blessings?" Boss Chai asked.

“500 million,” Chen Yong replied seriously, “but only if I find it agreeable. We don’t lack money, do we?”

Boss Chai laughed heartily.

Luo Hao hadn't expected Chen Yong's net worth to have reached this level.

"By the way, remember to visit Xiao Ri Zi in 2009," said Boss Zhou.

"Huh? What are you going over there for? To buy a house in Ginza? It seems like John Leopard lost everything in Ginza," Luo Hao asked.

"No way!" Boss Chai refused. "I'll just stay in Beijing. That year, a torrential rain flooded the 798 Art Zone, specifically the E-section warehouse. There were Fang Lijun's oil paintings inside. I'll look for those that were flooded. A few years later..."

Mr. Chai thought for a long time.

“In 2014,” Mr. Zhou added, “it sold for tens of millions at an auction in London. But it was useless. Auctions are a murky business. You might think it’s a legitimate auction, but who knows if it’s just for money laundering.”

"That's true. Isn't the money you've earned enough? If it were me, I'd take the money to Maotai Town right now and reserve Maotai from pit number 38, which is fermented with red sorghum. I wouldn't sell a single bottle; I'd drink it all myself."

"Drink less. What kind of body do you have to drink so much No. 38 Moutai? Even if you were pickled in a vat of liquor, there would still be plenty left over," Boss Zhou said disdainfully.

Luo Hao was speechless.

The world that bosses encounter is indeed different from the world that you encounter.

He knew absolutely nothing about these things; they were completely foreign to him. As for the auction or anything like that, Luo Hao wasn't interested at all. The world inside was too complicated for him to handle.

Luo Hao never dwells on things he can't control; they're just tools for certain people to make money, and have nothing to do with him.

The bamboo seemed to sense something; it was especially clingy to the two bosses today, constantly whimpering.

But Luo Hao tried to communicate with Zhu Zi and tell him not to do that.

Although bamboo is considered Luo Hao's spirit pet, Luo Hao rarely communicates with it in this way. Previously, Luo Hao thought it was just a psychological effect.

But after the conversation, Zhu Zi forced a smile and made the two old men beam with joy. No matter how aloof Mr. Zhou was, he was eventually won over by Zhu Zi.

The two elderly people were quite satisfied after spending two days in the deep Qinling Mountains, experiencing the various processes of bamboo growing wild.

In the end, Luo Hao stopped talking and just accompanied Boss Chai fishing and Boss Zhou singing, nothing more.

Life in the mountains was easy. Luo Hao didn't think about anything, just stayed with the two elderly people and made sure they didn't catch a cold.

Two days later, the two elderly people bid farewell to the bamboo and left the Qinling Mountains.

As Luo Hao was leaving, he noticed that the usually aloof Boss Zhou seemed to have turned his back, and sand had blown into his eyes by the wind.

Back in the capital, the two bosses rested briefly before taking Luo Hao on a whirlwind tour of visiting various academicians.

Luo Hao suppressed his emotions, not thinking much about it, and simply followed the bosses to visit the academicians, exchanging pleasantries and making appearances.

As for the future, I guess I'll have to leave on my own. The boss has done all the work they could.

But they never explicitly said where the bosses would end up.

(End of this chapter)