Although Tycoon maintained a humble demeanor, Lin Yu could sense his underlying pride. Being ranked 27th on the forum's national leaderboard was clearly a source of immense pride for this middle-aged man. After revealing this information...

Lin Yu became even more certain. Tycoon valued him more than he had imagined. It couldn't just be because of those items he sold last time...

Considering the enthusiastic attitude of the Free Alliance toward him, Lin Yu could easily guess. Apparently, being killed by someone from the Psychological Society and entering the Death Game while leaving a business card served as a reliable "certification"!

This realization made Lin Yu even more composed. His careful "performance" toward Tycoon from the beginning was precisely to gather more information - and to fully understand Tycoon's cards and attitude.

Sure enough, while Lin Yu remained silent, Tycoon couldn't help but speak again: "So, what do you think after seeing this ranking?"

"I do. It makes me want to join Order even more," Lin Yu replied with perfect sincerity.

In the rankings, Order had two members in the top three, four in the top twenty... eight in the top fifty! Out of the hundred names on the leaderboard, Order alone accounted for fifteen!

The Order organization could truly be called dominant in the field. "With Order being so powerful, even if they have more rules, it wouldn't be unbearable," Lin Yu added.

Tycoon was momentarily stunned by Lin Yu's words, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha—that's indeed an impeccable way of thinking!"

"But I'll say it again—don't rush. Large organizations have their drawbacks too... Order may appear strong, but as the 'leader of the righteous path,' they bear heavy responsibilities... Otherwise, they wouldn't be cooperating with our Jiang'an Hall!"

"Moreover, while we at Jiang'an Hall might not match Order in terms of assistance with Promotion... we do offer excellent benefits." Tycoon tapped the table meaningfully.

"For instance, items at the Jiangcheng Gathering and from our Jiang'an Hall can be purchased at 40-10% discounts... Plus, we provide one free Party Item every month."

"And, brother, you seem to be a university student, right? We can provide internship certification. After graduation, you could even work at my company! I'll handle your social insurance and housing fund—a no-strings-attached base salary over 10,000—weekends off, but you wouldn't even need to actually come to work!"

Lin Yu was momentarily stunned. Among all the offers, the internship certification and social benefits genuinely tempted him. This was perhaps the most attractive proposition for Lin Yu.

He couldn't imagine how sunny and cheerful Lin Zhao would become if he secured a stable job in Jiangcheng after graduation—with weekends off, full benefits, and a base salary exceeding 10,000...

Although Lin Zhao supported his "actor dreams" in both words and actions, Lin Yu knew deep down that his elder sister still hoped he'd find stable employment. And Tycoon's offer wouldn't even interfere with his acting aspirations.

"Might I ask which company you own, brother?" Lin Yu inquired cautiously.

"Qingsheng Group—Jiangcheng's own listed catering conglomerate," Tycoon smiled, extending his hand toward Lin Yu. "My father holds some shares, and my elder brother holds an important position there."

Lin Yu took a deep breath. Qingsheng! Their milk products and fast food were childhood staples for every Jiangcheng resident! He could already picture Lin Zhao boasting to every elderly neighbor in their community if he got a job at Qingsheng.

However, Lin Yu quickly regained his composure. Looking at Tycoon's hand adorned with rings and bracelets, he felt some realization. No wonder this guy had paid so readily last time—he was a rich second-generation! With his slightly older age and flashy style, Lin Yu had initially thought him a nouveau riche, but it turned out he was just a tasteless old playboy!

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Lin Yu swallowed hard and shook Tycoon's hand. "I'll need to think about it some more!" he responded again.

Though it was still a "need to think," Tycoon could hear the change in Lin Yu's tone and smiled. "Good, I'll await your reply!"

Lin Yu stood up and left the restaurant. Once outside, his expression quickly returned to calm. "Organizations..."

Although Tycoon's offer was tempting, Lin Yu had only been playing along with his emotions. He wouldn't join Jiang'an Hall just for money. Of course, this didn't mean Tycoon's assumptions about him were correct either.

Lin Yu had no real intention of joining Order either. To be precise, Lin Yu didn't plan to join any organization at all. The existence of his Fraudster class had already prepared him mentally—he could never have true "companions"!

The Death Game players formed "circles," or as Tycoon put it, something like a "jianghu" (martial world). This was terrible news for Lin Yu. His class destined that the more others knew about him, the worse it would be for him. Therefore, Lin Yu could never truly join any organization.

"Unless one day I gain some means to freely change identities without anyone knowing, working with these organizations will remain the limit of my involvement!" With this thought, Lin Yu took out his phone and opened a chat window.

[Double Wood: President, are you awake?]

The reply came almost instantly.

[Nine Waters: ?]

[Nine Waters: No money, loved before, can't add performances]

Looking at Shen Bingmiao's messages, Lin Yu felt somewhat helpless.

[Double Wood: No, I need your help again. Someone else needs checking]

[Nine Waters: Ohhh, you scared me! Sending "are you awake" late at night]

[Nine Waters: I thought you were confessing or borrowing money or asking for extra performances!]

[Nine Waters: Just doxxing huh... Who screwed you over in the game this time?]

Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle at Shen Bingmiao's messages. The senior was as lively as ever! He edited his message and sent it.

[Double Wood: Neither. This time it's a public figure]

[Double Wood: A relative of a Qingsheng Group executive or shareholder, male around late 30s. I have his WeChat]

[Nine Waters: Are you crazy? Doxxing rich people is dangerous! They can track you down!]

[Nine Waters: And this is a listed company's family... What are you planning? Considering marrying into wealth already? But don't pick an old man!]

[Nine Waters: Wait, don't tell me that's your type?]

Lin Yu sighed. Senior Shen Bingmiao was great in every way, except sometimes too eccentric!

[Double Wood: No, I just want to know if he's reliable—no need for private details, just check if he has any scandals or criminal records, okay?]

[Double Wood: Preferably a simple "growth trajectory"—where he studied, previous jobs, etc.]

With this information, Lin Yu could sketch out some deeper traits of Tycoon by writing a "character profile"—applying acting techniques to real life. Though after meeting Tycoon, he already seemed fairly trustworthy, and even if Lin Yu didn't join Jiang'an Hall, friendly relations might be possible.

Still, Lin Yu preferred caution.

[Nine Waters: Easy enough, but... feels like you're writing this guy's "profile"?]

Lin Yu had to admire his senior's sharpness again—but he was prepared.

[Double Wood: Not a "profile"—just experimenting with scriptwriting recently, using him as inspiration]

Then an idea struck him.

[Double Wood: By the way, while you're at it... do you know any Jiangcheng tycoons with daughters around 16-17? Probably only children, likely high-achievers]

[Double Wood: If convenient, could you check for matches?]

Shen Bingmiao immediately replied with a shocked panda meme.

[Nine Waters: What are you planning now?]

[Nine Waters: To prove you're not after uncles, so switching to sugar mommas instead?!]

[Nine Waters: Specifically requesting 16-17... Lin Yu, you're too disgusting]

[Nine Waters: No wonder you ignore all your school fans—they've expired?!]

[Nine Waters: If you ever get famous and get exposed for underage scandals, don't say you're from Jiangcheng Media Drama Club—I can't take that shame!]

Lin Yu grew even more exasperated.

[Double Wood: You've misunderstood, President. There's a reason—let me explain]

Shen Bingmiao sent a listening panda meme.

[Nine Waters: You'd better explain clearly, or I'll have to purge you from the club]

[Double Wood: It's a long story, so I'll keep it short...]

Lin Yu considered, deciding to omit the Death Game parts and mix truth with lies.

[Double Wood: Last week at an "offline gathering," I met a girl who seemed wealthy but might have kleptomania...]

[Nine Waters: She stole your underwear? Probably a Jiangda High student, your fan, obsessed with your looks!]

[Double Wood: ...No, she stole my bike key and rode off with it]

[Nine Waters: Huh?]

[Double Wood: Right. When I caught up at the next intersection, she'd already locked it back properly—hence my kleptomania theory!]

[Nine Waters: 6]

[Nine Waters: That's so absurd it might actually be true]

[Nine Waters: I'll help investigate, see what turns up!]

Reading Shen Bingmiao's messages, Lin Yu relaxed. With the president's help, finding information about "A Nian" wouldn't be completely impossible!