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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
