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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
