Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 990 - 401: Congratulations on Getting a New Tool Person

"God Lie, do you have time to chat?""God Lie, I’ll come toast you later, please give me the honor!"

"God Lie, my dad invested in your fund, haha, never thought I’d run into you here, what a coincidence!"

"God Lie..."

By the time Han Lie stepped down from the little stage, greetings were rising up all around him, sounding genuinely close and enthusiastic.

Enthusiasm and fervor are not the same thing.

If the previous fervor was just commercial hype, everyone going with the flow, then the attitude now was a kind of heartfelt recognition.

Tang Xintian watched this scene, unable to hold back a sigh.

Han Lie is just too good at reading people—what kind of monster is this?

What she’d worried about didn’t happen at all.

When Han Lie ran that lecture, he’d been so confident he was almost arrogant, bristling with defiance, every line carrying the subtext of "I’m the shit, you all should listen to me."

But here and now, he was instead modest and steady, and with a few well‑timed jokes, he easily closed the distance between himself and everyone else.

Some people might think his speech wasn’t special, lacked character, but they don’t realize how hard it is to adjust your attitude and language style to different situations in a targeted way.

Facing a roomful of first‑generation rich and established success stories, Han Lie’s own prestige and track record couldn’t fully hold the room, so he had to make every sentence count, infect them with his confidence, use a forceful tone to amplify his professional chops, and then use professional analysis and judgment to crush any potential doubts.

That’s called a roadshow.

But now, facing a group of standouts among his peers—top students and second‑generation rich kids whose arrogance hasn’t yet been worn down by society—Han Lie instead sheathed his sword.

Because his achievements among his age group are already top‑tier, his assets and status are enough to dominate the room, so showing ease and humor is far more meaningful than flaunting his ability.

That’s called making friends.

Too many young people don’t know when they should be making friends, when they should play the supporting role, and when they should seize the chance to show themselves. They keep making mistakes without realizing it, so their career paths are always full of stumbles.

Kids from ordinary families don’t really have the foundation for entrepreneurship; their development paths basically boil down to three routes.

One route relies on emotional intelligence: handle relationships properly, latch onto the biggest thigh you can reach, and wait for a lift.

One route relies on professional skill: keep your head down and work on tech, climb to the top; the ceiling is just as high.

One route relies on being grounded: be honest and trustworthy, slowly accumulate a good reputation, build personal credibility, move slowly but steadily, and grow more relaxed as you go.

The latter two—going the tech route requires learning talent, and building a reputation requires a naturally steady temperament—neither is easy.

It’s actually the emotional‑intelligence route that can be trained later on.

Read David Caruso’s Emotional Intelligence, Goleman’s Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than IQ, Liu Yong’s What It Really Means to Have High EQ Is Knowing How to Deal with People, think more, experiment more; it doesn’t take that much time to raise yourself above average.

Never go around doing things with that "why would a big shot do charity for me" suspicion in your heart. Anyone currently stronger than you, anyone with resources, can become a benefactor—and they’re all just regular people.

Who doesn’t like a junior who’s smooth‑tongued, knows how to handle things, and understands boundaries?

Look at Han Lie: even though he no longer needs to go to parties hunting for so‑called benefactors, he still willingly lowers himself and makes friends on equal footing.

As long as one new friend can play a role in some future matter, then the effort wasn’t wasted.

Pragmatic Han Lie returned to the core circle to be greeted by a wave of enthusiastic praise.

Fang Yuan led the charge, Wang Jicheng followed up, Du Xiaoshuai played the hype man, and Gu Zicheng was in charge of projecting worship through her dewy eyes—she might not truly worship, but she definitely truly wants to follow.

The host and guest positions were reversed.

As for Kidney‑Deficient Kid, he knew he had no way to mess with Han Lie today and had already left early, taking along a pretty girl.

After Han Lie casually humored them for a while, Fang Yuan finally showed his hand.

"God Lie, I really am in trouble, man. I had a bad attitude before mainly because I’ve been swamped lately... Your big brother here apologizes! We’ll sit down and have a proper drink later, see my sincerity!"

Fang Yuan really could bend and stretch, no surprise given the kind of family he came from.

Once he realized there was absolutely no chance between him and Tang Xintian, he immediately managed not to spare her another glance, spending the whole time orbiting around Han Lie.

His IQ and EQ aren’t all that high, but the ruthless decisiveness of a would‑be tycoon is already starting to take shape.

In his eyes, probably only money truly matters.

But the problem is... once Han Lie has a stranglehold on your weak spot, how could it end well?

"Drinking can happen anytime, as long as you don’t start trying to drag me into anything else, Fang Bro. I’m happy to keep you company."

Han Lie held a wine glass in his left hand, gently swirling it, smiling with narrowed eyes, his posture utterly relaxed.

Fang Yuan’s square face gave two dry laughs, while inside he couldn’t help cursing up a storm again.

Wang Jicheng, on the other hand, didn’t bother with empty pleasantries, and went straight to the point: "Bro, we’ll probably have chances to work together in future. When the time comes, we’ll just follow the rules. Friends are friends, business is business!"

Han Lie smiled and agreed.

Wang Jicheng is a really interesting guy; every sentence he says can steer the rhythm a bit. No idea if that’s just natural or if he’s secretly the slyest Smiling Tiger of them all.

Fang Yuan’s face went alternately pale and green; he was getting thoroughly squeezed.

He struggled for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth hard, leaned in close to Han Lie, and whispered, "God Lie, if you help me settle Mr. Hu, I’ll give you all the profit from this deal! At least this much..."