The rookies stood guard at the mountain peak.
The veterans bought the dip halfway up the slope.
This was the final norm of the 'big bull'!
Over the next half month, the market plummeted from a high of 6100 to a low of 5300!
The comment section buzzed with reversals—some were getting scared.
But only a little... scared.
Most people started buying the dip, averaging around 5500.
...
Experiencing this historic event firsthand,
Young Master Cao learned a great deal. Even without relying on his dream memories, he could calmly analyze key insights.
He also saw the logic behind the decline.
This drop was actually a slaughter.
Or rather, the village proactively pricking the bubble ahead of time!
Policies began aligning to assist...
Perhaps anticipating something.
Over the next month,
The market kept falling, all the way back to 4800.
At this point, half the crowd was still buying the dip, convinced they’d hit rock bottom... (╯︵╰).
...
...
Day 329 of Young Master Cao’s cushy life as a rich second-generation heir.
Bliss!
Eyes open.
Three daily reflections.
Blame the system...
Reflections complete!
Today was January 1st, 2008!
New Year’s Day.
A fresh start!
Since the dream began, 578 days had passed.
Why remember so clearly?
Because of those three daily reflections—no drifting through life aimlessly, every day filled with purpose.
The dream had started in June of the year before last...
He could still vaguely recall Old Cao’s flashy antics, hooking up with a Shanghai auntie, the father-son heart-to-heart that ended in a money-driven split.
A year and a half had flown by in the blink of an eye,
As if nothing had changed.
But in reality,
Young Master Cao had become a 'billionaire.'
Well.
That figure was a bit inflated.
Including the funds under his management, it totaled over ten billion.
His personal account? Just shy of five billion!
The bigger the capital, the smaller the moves—otherwise, the impact would be too great.
So,
Young Master Cao diversified his personal funds for hedging.
For instance, while the broader market trended downward, blue chips like Maotai kept climbing, steadily rising.
A must-buy.
Hold for at least a decade.
Learning from Old Ba in the U.S.—this was value investing!
Another portion went into shorting.
The public funds followed suit, racking up daily wins on both sides.
...
"Happy New Year!"
After washing up, Young Master Cao greeted the handsome devil in the mirror with a faint smile.
Downstairs, the family had gathered.
The atmosphere at home remained unchanged—no stiffness just because Young Master Cao had struck it rich.
After all, Eldest Sister’s poker face was impenetrable; even if her heart raced, her expression rarely betrayed it.
Second Sister couldn’t care less about money.
As for The Third and The Fourth?
Carefree souls!
"Mom, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, son."
Ren's Mother doted as always, gifting him another car key—this time, a Maserati!
Old Cao seethed with envy, practically green with jealousy.
"Eldest Sister, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." She gifted him a belt.
"Second Sister, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Second Sister’s tone was icy as she handed him a boxing glove.
What’s this?
Looking for a fight?
Where’s the maturity?
He’d made it clear—training was for fitness and mental discipline, not brawling.
Cao Cheng saw right through the gift’s meaning.
But he played dumb.
No point engaging. Keeping her on edge was more fun.
"Third Sister, Happy New Year. You’ve worked hard these months." Managing the new company was no joke—sometimes even busier than Eldest Sister.
Pioneering ventures were tough.
Even with professional managers, oversight was crucial.
"Happy New Year, little brother!!" Third Sister’s voice was the sweetest, her affection for Young Master Cao undeniable. She even pulled him into a warm hug.
Her gift? A computer.
She remembered his love for tech.
"Fo—Happy New Year." Cao Cheng sped through the word, skipping "sister" entirely.
Under everyone’s gaze, he couldn’t very well call her "little sis."
Then came the hug.
Cao Cheng whispered in her ear, "Happy New Year, Fragrant Little Sister."
The Fourth let out a soft, defiant hum.
But no gift.
The Fourth was truly wild.
A total outlier.
But...
Young Master Cao had gifts for everyone.
"I’ve got presents too..." He turned to fetch them.
"Hold it."
Old Cao stopped him with a glare. "Did you forget something?"
"What?" Cao Cheng blinked, feigning innocence.
Old Cao narrowed his eyes, pointing at himself. "Me?"
"You what?"
"Damn brat, don’t stop me—I’m starting the year with a beating..." Old Cao reached for his belt.
Ren's Mother intervened. "It’s the New Year. Let it go."
"Seriously?" Old Cao was exasperated. "You’re still spoiling him? No New Year’s greeting? Where’s the respect? The filial piety? If we don’t discipline this kid now, when?"
Cao Cheng was technically in the wrong.
But Ren's Mother stood her ground. "It’s the holidays. He’s still young. Drop it. Don’t make a scene—is it really worth hitting him?"
"..." Cao Cheng was stunned.
Ren's Mother, you’re something else.
Is the "four-word leniency" meme traced back to you?
The original enabler of "spare the rod, spoil the child"?
Love it!
Cao Cheng grinned. Teasing Old Cao was a daily ritual—eating, sleeping, and riling him up.
Once the joke ran its course, he properly wished him well.
Then came the gifts.
'Mystery' tea.
No labels, no details—but everyone knew it was premium.
And wooden carvings.
A full family portrait set, one for each, even Old Cao.
Proof of Young Master Cao’s filial devotion.
Truth was,
Cao Cheng had plenty more treasures.
Lately, he hadn’t hit any jackpots, but small wins piled up. After the system upgrade, loot box quality improved.
The items inside had leveled up too.
At least two tiers better than before.
But,
Some things weren’t meant for sharing—not even with "family."
So,
Either handed over in secret or kept under wraps entirely.
The timing wasn’t right.
Even after nearly a year under the same roof, secrecy was paramount—no room for slip-ups.
...
New Year’s Day called for tangyuan!
Symbolizing unity.
The family grew more harmonious, more like... a family.
Even Second Sister wore a faint, rare smile, toasting freely.
A natural drinker, she outdid herself today.
Yet never tipsy.
Cao Cheng had once challenged her—without his storage cheat, he’d have lost.
Even then, three pounds of baijiu barely fazed her, just a slight daze—nowhere near her limit.
A beast!
People’s constitutions varied wildly.
Young Master Cao’s stats were nearing 100—superhuman by any measure, likely surviving a direct bomb hit.
But even that couldn’t guarantee outdrinking her.
Post-dinner, New Year’s Eve specials!
Second Sister sat unusually close, her leg brushing against his as she murmured, "You’re heading to Hong Kong tomorrow?"
"Tang Xin told you?" Cao Cheng side-eyed her.
Second Sister snorted lightly, "Are you two together now?"
"Don't talk nonsense! We're going to survey the market, open accounts in Hong Kong, and make some investments—preparing to expand into the international market!"
Short selling.
It’s still better to do it abroad.
It’s 2008, and the tipping point of the crisis—when it fully erupts and spirals out of control—isn’t far off.
This time, if I don’t make at least a few billion dollars, I’d be too embarrassed to call myself a stock trader.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
