Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 328: 256, The Ways Time Traveler Makes Money

At the Qing’s home on Xingshu Road, Qing Chen, when no one was paying attention, sneaked a few looks at the communicator and then furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong, Brother Chen?” Nan Gengchen asked.

“The group of spoiled brats from the class next door are going to prison. They went to Liu Dezhu with money this morning, hoping to get him to look after them in prison,” Qing Chen explained.

“Ah?” Nan Gengchen was stunned, “How much money?”

“Three million, which is no small amount for us,” Qing Chen continued, “But I’ve already had Liu Dezhu turn them down, after all. He’s been released from prison, and there’s a difference between making money and scamming money.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Nan Gengchen muttered, “XiaoTongyun and I can only bring back a few gold bars at a time to the Outer World; it would take us more than ten trips to gather up that three million.”

“Yeah,” Qing Chen nodded, “I also feel a bit pained over those three million.”

“But Brother Chen, you’ve already had Liu Dezhu turn them down, why the long face? This isn’t like you,” Nan Gengchen remarked.

Qing Chen pondered, “I’m thinking about something.”

“What’s that?”

“Whether or not to send Liu Dezhu back to Prison No. 10,” Qing Chen said evenly.

Nan Gengchen: “???”

Liu Dezhu, upon hearing this, praised his insight!

Nan Gengchen thought Qing Chen was still upset about the money, but Qing Chen was actually weighing the benefits of sending Liu Dezhu back to prison versus keeping him in City No. 18…

“Brother Chen, what did you decide?” Nan Gengchen asked tentatively.

“Forget it, let’s just keep him on the outside,” Qing Chen sighed, “A C-Class combat ability is something we’re desperately short of right now.”

Just then, there was suddenly a knocking sound from outside.

However, the person wasn’t knocking on Qing Chen’s 102, but on the apartment across, 101.

“Xiao Chen, it’s Mom. Open the door, please,” Zhang Wanfang stood in the hallway and called.

Qing Chen was taken aback, calmly standing behind his door, looking through the peephole at the opposite side.

He saw Zhang Wanfang and her current husband carrying yogurts and fruits, standing outside Room 101 as if they were visiting a guest.

Zhang Wanfang probably didn’t know yet that Qing Guozhong had already sold the apartment.

“Strange, where’s Xiao Chen? Is he not home?” Zhang Wanfang appeared a bit confused.

The middle-aged man beside her said, “He might have already gone to school. Let’s go, or we’ll be late for work.”

“No, Xiao Chen suddenly deleted me from WeChat and blocked my number, so something must have happened. I think he’s home; he just doesn’t want to see me,” Zhang Wanfang insisted.

The middle-aged man gently patted her back, “There won’t be any issue. If there was, his father would have called you. Let’s go, we still have a conference call to attend, concerning business across the ocean. We have to go to Jingcheng tomorrow and then fly over there. Let’s talk about everything else when we get back, okay?”

Qing Chen knew that the middle-aged man was skilled at using a gentle tone to persuade Zhang Wanfang; what she needed was just a pretext.

Zhang Wanfang hesitated briefly, looking at the iron door of Room 101: “Xiao Chen, I’m leaving the yogurt and fruits at the door. Make sure to bring them inside.”

After saying this, the two left, leaving the dairy products and fruits at the door, and, without looking back, got into their car outside the hallway.

The car was a Mercedes, and one thing was certain: Zhang Wanfang’s life was getting better.

Inside the apartment, Nan Gengchen looked at Qing Chen, “Brother Chen, you…”

“It’s fine,” Qing Chen said calmly, shaking his head, “It’s cut off, and if there were still any emotional fluctuations, that would mean it’s not cut off cleanly.”

From the moment he climbed onto that sheer cliff, he had completely cut ties with his past life.

If not, then the sunrise stirring over that green mountain cliff and emotions were also false.

No regrets for this move.

“Oh,” Nan Gengchen said, “As long as you’re okay.”

Qing Chen pondered and then said, “Now, living on Xingshu Road is a bit conspicuous; I’m thinking of saving money to buy a place for the Daylight members to live together and watch over each other.”

Jiang Xue had exposed her identity, leading someone through the media to discover the Time Traveler’s residence on Xingshu Road.

Moreover, Qing Chen also had to consider, if he continued living on Xingshu Road, it would cause unnecessary trouble whether Qing Guozhong got out of prison in the future or his mother Zhang Wanfang came to visit.

If he had to completely sever family ties, then it has to be completely severed.

“We need to make more money,” Qing Chen said, “We need to accumulate wealth faster in the Outer World.”

For Qing Chen, accumulating wealth was not for buying houses, cars, or RVs but to provide backend support for the Daylight organization.

So that everyone, when traveling between the Inner and Outer Worlds, would not be bound by financial constraints.

And, the challenges Qing Chen would face in future life-and-death situations would also be very costly.

But how to make money?

Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen, “I saw you swiping your phone all last night; are there any examples of Time Travelers making money online?”

“Yes,” Nan Gengchen replied, “Selling information is one way, but I’m not clear on how they do that. For more common commercial directions, someone developed a universal remote control that’s very popular.”

“What is this thing, a universal remote?” Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.

“Oh, I don’t know what the principle behind it is, but it can remotely turn off a square dancer’s speaker within a distance of 200 meters,” Nan Gengchen explained. “Apparently, in Jingcheng, a group of square-dancing ladies nearly went mad. This device seems to be able to not only turn off a speaker but can also switch the music playing in the speaker. They were dancing to a folk dance, and suddenly the speaker started playing…”

Qing Chen: “???”

Nan Gengchen lowered his voice, “This gadget is selling like hotcakes on JD now, but it’s also just leftover stuff from the Inner World…”

Qing Chen: “…”

He had still underestimated the mischief of the Time Travelers, first introducing wealthy women and now tormenting square-dancing ladies; they indeed managed to find such commercial opportunities!

Incredible!

Qing Chen pondered what they should use to make money. Or rather, what could they do during the day to achieve the goal of rapid wealth accumulation?

He didn’t want to engage in ordinary production and management—not that he looked down on it, but too many management-related matters would distract Daytime with mundane tasks.

Turning Daytime into an organization that specialized in selling information seemed like a good choice, but he still felt it was better to be cautious and discuss it with other members of Daytime first.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and then said to Nan Gengchen, “Now that we have our own data protection measures, we should create a ‘Daytime’ group chat for ourselves, and we can communicate via mobile phones instead of using conspicuous communicators.”

Nan Gengchen’s eyes lit up: “That’s right!”

…

…

When the two arrived at school, they suddenly found almost all the female students gathered at the school gate.

A black nanny van arrived, and before the door could even open, the girls had swarmed around it, chanting the name Jiang Yichen.

Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen exchanged a glance and continued walking into the school as if nothing had happened.

Nan Gengchen muttered, “Such a high-profile Time Traveler, isn’t he afraid of trouble?”

“Have you ever heard of him in the Inner World?” Qing Chen asked.

“No,” Nan Gengchen shook his head.

“He’s so high-profile in the Outer World, but in the Inner World, he’s hardly noticeable, and you haven’t even heard anything related to him. Isn’t that abnormal?” Qing Chen said.

“Brother Chen, are you saying there’s something wrong with him?” Nan Gengchen asked curiously. “Didn’t Liu Dezhu say that he’s just an Ordinary Person in the Inner World?”

“Such a high-profile Ordinary Person would have been identified by the consortium-controlled Time Travelers by now. So I suspect he might also be one of the consortium-controlled Time Travelers,” Qing Chen analyzed calmly. “If he’s just an ordinary Time Traveler who wanted to latch onto someone powerful, why not stay in Jingcheng instead of going through the trouble of transferring to Los Angeles City? Jingcheng already has several powerful Time Travelers, and Kyushu’s headquarters is there; there’s absolutely no need to come here.”

Qing Chen continued, “Recently, in City 18, there have been significant changes; we need to be extra cautious of any suspicious individuals appearing in Los Angeles. Those Time Travelers who have survived till now are not fools…except for those pampered young masters.”

“So Brother Chen, which consortium’s Time Traveler do you think he is?” Nan Gengchen asked.

“Li Family, Chen Clan, Qing’s Family, Deer Island, Jindai, any of them are possible,” Qing Chen guessed nonchalantly. “But it doesn’t matter to us.”

“What does matter to us?” Nan Gengchen asked.

“Time Travelers carrying Taboo items, they matter to us.”

Nan Gengchen: “…”

“Hold on.”

Just then, Qing Chen began searching information about Jiang Yichen on his phone.

From his artistic achievements to his awards in the entertainment industry, and finally to his recent itinerary.

“Brother Chen, you just said he doesn’t matter to us, so why are you looking him up?” Nan Gengchen was puzzled.

Qing Chen looked up and said, “He hasn’t been to the Island Country in the past month and a half, but he went to Busan in Goryeo to attend an award ceremony. So, we can’t rule out the possibility that he’s working for Deer Island.”

“Ah?” Nan Gengchen was surprised; he knew the things Qing Chen suspected often turned out to be real.

Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen, “If he’s working for Deer Island or Jindai, that matters to us, to every one of us.”

Nan Gengchen still had his doubts, “Our country’s people shouldn’t be working for Deer Island or Jindai, right?”

“Never underestimate the power of interests,” Qing Chen said as he walked into the classroom; in fact, he was pondering, if Jiang Yichen really was a person from Deer Island, what was he doing in Los Angeles City?

At that moment, Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen had already arrived, and upon seeing Qing Chen, they greeted him warmly.

In the eyes of other classmates, Hu Xiaoniu, Zhang Tianzhen, Qing Chen, and Nan Gengchen were completely unrelated, but in reality, they all knew they belonged to the same organization.

Hu Xiaoniu, looking at Qing Chen sitting down, suddenly said, “Classmate Qing Chen, the boss just informed Tianzhen and me that you are also a member of Daytime, and even our senior. This is a gift we prepared for you; please take good care of us.”

As he spoke, Hu Xiaoniu actually took a box out of his backpack. Qing Chen recognized the logo on the box, Rolex…

He suddenly thought about something: with Hu Xiaoniu being so rich within the organization, did they even need to consider how to make money?

Nonetheless, Qing Chen eventually pushed the watch back, “Thank you, but there’s no need for this.”

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