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.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
