Young Master Cao gave Tang Xin a stern lesson to curb her arrogance.
He told her not to aim too high—seeing 6,000 was already good enough.
Moreover, Young Master Cao was certain this bull run wouldn’t last.
6,000.
That was the limit.
Those shouting for 10,000 were either fools or outright malicious.
Young Master Cao leaned toward the latter—these people were simply evil, deliberately luring small retail investors into taking the fall.
And right now, there weren’t many voices shouting for it.
But when the real decline began, the number of people and voices screaming for 10,000 would multiply by tens of thousands.
Truly despicable!
"Remember, start exiting around 5,700, and get out as fast as possible…" Cao Cheng declared confidently.
Tang Xin hesitated. "That extreme?"
"Trust me this once. I’ll give you a future," Cao Cheng said solemnly.
His words made Tang Xin’s heart flutter uncontrollably.
"Also, start pushing fund sales to retail investors… Get more cash in hand. We’ll need it later."
When the market starts dropping by year-end, there’ll still be some speculative stocks worth buying—how about 20+ consecutive limit-ups?
Even a blue-chip like Maotai could triple at best, or at least double.
But the real jackpot lies in… shorting!
Shorting isn’t illegal—the authorities just don’t openly endorse it. You can still borrow shares to short.
But if you’re maliciously manipulating the market while shorting, that’s illegal.
There’s a distinction.
However,
funds have restrictions too. While the money appears entirely under your management,
there are constraints. High-risk trades count as regulatory violations.
So,
only a small portion of the funds can be used for shorting or fund ‘hedging.’
The majority must follow risk controls and asset allocation rules to ensure safety.
This was Tang Xin’s primary responsibility.
Young Master Cao handled the higher-risk, higher-reward side.
Plus, he had his own money to play with.
……
The next day, Cao Cheng went to pick up his car.
Ren's Mother didn’t play favorites—she bought Old Cao one too.
Ren's Mother was a loyal Audi customer, with many of the brand’s cars at home.
So,
this time, she bought two: an A6 for Old Cao, saying it suited his demeanor.
Young Master Cao was speechless.
Did Old Cao look like a bureaucrat?
Give him a break.
He’d be fine driving a QQ.
But Ren's Mother doted on Young Master Cao, straight-up getting him an R8!
This car had just debuted in Paris last year, with deliveries slated for early next year…
Yet Ren's Mother had already secured one.
What did that mean?
Meant it was a glitch… Just kidding.
It meant a mother’s boundless love—spoiling her son rotten, embodying every trope of a pampered rich heir and doting parent.
This car undoubtedly cost extra connections and cash.
Pure flex material.
It might not be the priciest.
Or the best.
Or the flashiest.
But…
Cruising down Zhonghai’s streets, its rarity outshone every other sports car in its class.
Since it hadn’t officially launched, Zhonghai likely had just this one, or at most a handful.
Small cost, massive clout.
Ren's Mother understood the young flex mentality perfectly.
Young Master Cao was moved to tears.
……
Old Cao eyed his dignified sedan, then his son’s flamboyant ride, and felt deeply wronged.
The price gap was multiples apart.
The aesthetics… also unfair.
Old Cao protested: He was still young, and he liked R8s too.
Ren's Mother smirked. "What’s wrong? Don’t like it?"
Old Cao shook his head, feigning delight. "How could I not? I love it! I’ve dreamed of owning an A6—I’ll never be an official, but you’ve given me the vibe. I love you!"
"…"
Young Master Cao gagged on the spot.
He realized Ren's Mother was starved for affection—she actually ate up this cheesy talk?
Truly,
like mother, like son.
……
Soon, the company’s tow truck left.
Both cars sat parked roadside.
Ren's Mother thoughtfully handed Cao Cheng a fuel card.
"Son, take it for a spin."
"Uh… sure!"
Cao Cheng snapped out of his daze.
He wasn’t spacing out—just startled by a sudden surge of negative emotions.
A sports car should’ve drawn envy, not this.
Why so much hostility around?
The area was quiet, far from downtown…
Ah.
Mystery solved.
Following the emotional ‘threads,’ Cao Cheng’s gaze landed on a van across the street—the source of the negativity.
Fear.
Dread.
Panic.
Chaos…
Each emotion hit like a critical strike.
Either someone influential… or an acquaintance?
Would a VIP lurk in a beat-up van, radiating terror toward him? Maybe a financial ‘expert’ seeking revenge?
But that’d be anger, not fear.
So,
definitely an acquaintance.
The van’s windows were tinted.
Cao Cheng couldn’t see inside, nor guess who it was.
No matter.
He pretended not to notice, casually looked away,
and hopped into his new ride.
Old Cao and Ren's Mother took the A6, and both cars drove off.
The van didn’t budge.
……
Cut to:
Kuang Long and Meng Hu locked eyes, mutual terror evident.
"This…"
"How… is this possible?"
"He’s haunting us."
"Why’s he here?"
"And the guy we’re supposed to hit… is his dad?"
"Damn."
"Thank god we scouted for two days. Had we acted, we’d be finished."
No words were spoken, but their expressions screamed this dialogue.
Close call!
If Young Master Cao found out they’d come to Zhonghai and attacked his father? Their lives would be over.
Endlessly hunted.
Not killed.
Just tortured forever.
Back of the van:
Yang Laojiu twisted around, watching the Audis fade into the distance. He grew frantic.
"What’re you waiting for? Follow them!"
Meng Hu stayed frozen in the driver’s seat.
Kuang Long, riding shotgun, stayed equally still.
No response.
Yang Laojiu slapped both. "You two brain-dead? Move!"
"Uncle—"
Kuang Long’s voice cracked. "Maybe… we should… drop this job?"
Meng Hu nodded wildly. "Y-y-yes! Abort!"
"??"
Yang Laojiu was baffled.
He slapped their heads again.
"You nuts? We took the money! Just knock out two teeth and scram. What’s there to fear?" Yang Laojiu barked.
The brothers forced smiles.
Words failed them.
Fear what?
Uncle,
we’re not cowards. We just don’t want our whole family hunted down.
Uncle,
we’re saving your life here.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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