Chapter 81

What is called professionalism?

This is what professionalism looks like!

After chatting with Luobin for a while, Qin Lang felt a sudden sense of clarity. Indeed, everyone has their own expertise. If Qin Lang had a high level of expertise in poisons and martial arts, then Luobin had a strong talent and expertise in business.

Moreover, Luobin was right. Qin Lang only needed to do his job as an investor and a behind-the-scenes boss; there was no need for him to directly participate in the management and operation of a company. If he did, he would have no time to practice and do other things. As a behind-the-scenes boss, Qin Lang only needed to regularly listen to reports from the company's management and set expectations and requirements, without investing too much energy.

"Qin Lang, since you have positioned yourself as an investor and a behind-the-scenes boss, the next thing you need to do is to invest funds and select a management and operational team you trust. Once your funds accumulate to a certain scale, you won't even need to plan and design the company. You just need to wait for various proposals to be sent to you, and then select the ones that interest you and have investment value to invest in."

"It sounds like being an angel investor is quite comfortable," Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Not necessarily," Luobin said. "If an angel investor lacks the right vision and intuition, they might lose all their capital. Once the company you invest in fails, the investor will suffer the greatest loss. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Qin Lang nodded.

"Actually, I want to tell you something honest—" Luobin looked at Qin Lang seriously, hesitating to speak.

"Go ahead, honest advice is beneficial. I can humbly accept it," Qin Lang said.

"Actually, I think you really aren't suited for business," Luobin said seriously.

Qin Lang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "You're right. Luobin, you saying this proves that you really consider me a friend, because this statement is quite hurtful. In fact, I also feel that I don't have much business acumen, but—"

"But what?"

"Sometimes, you can't just avoid doing things you don't want to do." Qin Lang spoke from the heart, as he had been forced into the world of the underworld by the old poisoner. Now, Qin Lang was already deeply involved and couldn't back out.

"Indeed, many things can't be avoided just because you don't want to do them. Sometimes, you have no choice!" Qin Lang's words seemed to touch Luobin's heart. However, Luobin didn't seem to want to reveal his own concerns to Qin Lang. He continued, "Don't worry, I'll take your business plan back and improve it. I don't want you to lose all your capital on your first investment."

"Thank you," Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Hey, kid, move over and give me a seat!"

Just as Qin Lang and Luobin were chatting happily, someone rudely slapped Qin Lang's head, and a strong breath with the smell of scallions wafted over.

There's an old saying: "Men don't touch heads, women don't touch waists; touching a man's head or a woman's waist is a disaster." A man's head is a symbol of status and should not be touched casually, let alone slapped. However, the guy who slapped Qin Lang's head was a young man with a head full of brownish-yellow hair and a rogue-like demeanor. Clearly, he had no intention of reasoning with Qin Lang.

"There are no seats left," Qin Lang replied calmly. They were only an hour away from Xiayang City, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

Qin Lang's reaction clearly surprised the rogue. The rogue didn't expect this seemingly rustic student to be so disrespectful. He glared at Qin Lang with a rogue-like and murderous gaze. As a seasoned "underworld figure," he was confident in his sharp gaze, which had made countless middle and primary school students surrender without a fight, even causing them to cry.

Feeling the rogue's murderous gaze, Qin Lang slightly raised his head, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light. The rogue instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell on his butt.

"What a fierce gaze!"

The rogue couldn't help but shiver when Qin Lang glared at him. He suddenly remembered when he was a child and went to see a "Guangong play" with his grandfather. The actor playing Guangong always kept his eyes half-closed until he swung his sword to kill, at which point he would suddenly open his eyes, his gaze like a torch, full of killing intent, scaring him so much that he cried and dropped his candied hawthorn. Now, after several years of being in the underworld and worshiping Guangong, he never thought he would experience this feeling again—indeed, "Guangong doesn't open his eyes, but when he does, he kills."

However, the rogue's years of worshiping Guangong were not in vain. He immediately realized that this "rustic" student was not simple, so he quickly got up from the ground and slipped out of the carriage.

"Beauty is a curse!"

Qin Lang sighed softly in his heart. He knew that the rogue's target was not him but Luobin.

At this moment, Luobin also frowned, sensing that the rogue had come for her. She took out her phone, ready to make a call, but unfortunately, there was no signal.

Qin Lang noticed Luobin's worry and said softly to her, "Do you remember? When we were in kindergarten, you called me 'Little Iron Man' because I could protect you from bullying. So, as long as I'm here, you don't need to worry."

"Please, Little Iron Man, that was kindergarten," Luobin said, torn between laughter and tears, but Qin Lang's words still warmed her heart, reminding her of the times in kindergarten when Qin Lang protected her from bullying.

"Back then, now, and in the future, it will always be the same."

Qin Lang's words sounded calm but conveyed warmth and strong confidence.

However, at this moment, Luobin saw that the rogue had returned, and he was not alone. The rogue was now at the carriage door, whispering to a fat man and occasionally pointing at Qin Lang.

Luobin was still a bit uneasy. Since she couldn't make a call, she quickly typed a text message, hoping it would be sent as soon as her phone had a signal.

Just as Luobin pressed the send button, the rogue and the fat man walked over and sat down opposite Qin Lang and Luobin. A pair of white-collar lovers had been sitting in those seats, and the man had been secretly eyeing Luobin. But now, he had a "mind your own business" attitude and slipped to another seat, which made Luobin think of a phrase from the internet:

"Watching is the norm, enjoying the show is the mindset, and acting bravely is a legend."

"Hey, raise the lantern a bit higher, we're in a yellow grass hut here!"

As soon as the fat man and the rogue sat down, Qin Lang said something that left Luobin completely puzzled.

(Note: Qin Lang was speaking in underworld jargon, meaning "look further ahead, we don't have anything valuable on us, please look elsewhere." Another layer of meaning is to tell these two that he is a person of the underworld, and they should give each other some face, as they might meet again in the future.)