Hong Kong.
What a great place!
The climate is so pleasant.
This wasn’t Tang Xin’s first time here, and she had shared plenty of insights and precautions along the way.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by their local partner company.
It wasn’t just Cao Cheng and Tang Xin who came—they were part of a team that included specialized financial lawyers and professionals well-versed in the financial regulations of mainland China, Hong Kong, and the U.S.
There was a lot to do.
But Cao Cheng didn’t need to handle everything personally. He just had to delegate tasks and let the team negotiate.
Things like currency exchange, opening bank accounts.
Most importantly, leveraging the futures market to buy RMB-USD futures contracts…
What did that mean?
Well, knowing there would be exchange rate fluctuations next year and that the RMB would appreciate, it was only natural to position themselves early.
Otherwise, after shorting the U.S. market and returning, they might find that the profits from the short were partially wiped out by exchange rate volatility. That would be a huge loss.
Truth be told,
this time, Young Master Cao was relying entirely on himself.
His memories didn’t include any news reports about exchange rates—unless there were drastic rises or falls, normal annual fluctuations rarely made headlines.
So,
Young Master Cao didn’t know the exact details of next year’s exchange rates.
But he had studied enough finance to work backward. Once he confirmed a major crisis was looming in the U.S., he deduced that the RMB would appreciate.
He didn’t know by how much.
But that was enough.
So, he secured some futures contracts, added options for hedging, and arranged currency swap agreements with local financial institutions…
Using RMB as collateral, they borrowed USD from banks, with contracts stipulating repayment in RMB a year later.
In simple terms, money borrowed at 7.5 now could be repaid at 6.5 later.
Doing nothing, they’d make a 13% profit in a year.
All it cost was a small amount of interest.
And they didn’t have to worry about exchange rate fluctuations.
A guaranteed win.
That was the gist of it.
However,
all of this required negotiation.
With plenty of cash on hand, Cao Cheng had leverage in every discussion.
Finance is ever-changing.
Even if something didn’t exist yet, as long as there was profit to be made, capital would inevitably find its way in.
……
Two weeks later.
The team was exhausted.
But Cao Cheng and Tang Xin were living leisurely.
For the first time, Tang Xin experienced the sheer bliss of doing nothing.
No worries at all.
Especially with Cao Cheng around—it felt like nothing could bother them.
Shopping, strolling, occasionally checking the domestic stock market.
The two looked every bit like a young couple, drawing endless envy and resentment wherever they went.
The fact that they even had bodyguards only added to the “disdain”—clearly, they came from extraordinary backgrounds.
By the end of those two weeks,
the domestic market had been stuck in a sideways trend.
It seemed like bulls and bears were locked in a fierce battle—from around 5,300 points on January 2nd to roughly 5,500 points by January 14th.
A slow, volatile climb.
Signs of a market recovery, with the bulls gaining the upper hand.
Was it going to keep rising?
But professionals knew better. The daily trading volume was sky-high, with massive sell-offs and buy-ins.
Who was selling? Who was buying? It was obvious!
It wasn’t just retail investors jumping in—foreign capital was involved too.
After all, the bursting of this bubble had… certain influences behind it. Deliberately triggered. It wasn’t hard to imagine how many international hedge funds were sitting on paper losses.
They were getting trapped too.
……
That evening.
Tang Xin rested her legs on Cao Cheng’s lap—she was tired after a whole day out.
Cao Cheng was massaging them for her.
Tang Xin scrolled through messages on a laptop.
She was browsing domestic forums, logged into Cao Cheng’s account.
His inbox was flooded with hate.
She was reading through the insults.
At first, it had annoyed her, but after two weeks with Cao Cheng, his attitude had rubbed off on her. Now, instead of getting angry, she burst into laughter from time to time.
“This guy’s insults are filthy.”
“And this one—full of rhymes, mocking you and your fans in doggerel! ‘White dog bloated, followers brain-dead!’ Hahahaha…”
“…” Cao Cheng was speechless.
Tang Xin glanced at him, eyes glinting playfully. “This guy’s roasting you with solid arguments. Hard to refute.”
Cao Cheng kept massaging.
Focused on kneading her muscles, he asked casually, “What’s he saying?”
Tang Xin grinned. “He says, ‘Don’t be such a stock god wannabe.’ Hah, that’s actually funny…”
Cao Cheng shot her a look. What did she know?
A decade later, that line wouldn’t even qualify as a meme.
Tang Xin kept laughing. “He claims you cost him hundreds of thousands. He liquidated his positions in December after reading your post—back when the market bottomed at 4,800. He panicked, saw your analysis, and trusted you. Hahaha…”
“…” Cao Cheng pinched her leg hard.
Tang Xin yelped, glaring. “Ow! Why take it out on me? He’s the one complaining! The market rebounded to 5,500 this month. He could’ve kept profiting, but now he’s down over 500K…”
“Overall, he’s still up, but he blames you for his sleepless nights and lost appetite!”
Cao Cheng scoffed. “Ungrateful bastard. I saved his life, and he’s still whining. Hand me the laptop—let me shut him up.”
“Tell me what to type, I’ll do it.” Tang Xin smirked.
Cao Cheng didn’t refuse. “Tell him: If he’s so smart, he shouldn’t read my posts. A crash is coming—no one can stop it. If he doesn’t believe me, go all in. Don’t let me look down on him.”
Tang Xin typed while giggling, relaying Cao Cheng’s words.
Lately, she’d gotten into the habit of helping him clap back.
Not only had she discovered the joy of doing nothing, but she also found that trolling could be cathartic.
As long as she stayed unbothered, others would be the ones seething.
“Haha, he replied.”
“What’d he say?”
“Calls you trash. Says he’s going all in tomorrow—Tuesday. Any dip, and he’s buying. Never trusting a ‘stock god’ like you again.”
Cao Cheng nodded. “Spine of steel. I respect that. What’s his username?”
“Stock Market Hunter.”
“Great name!”
Cao Cheng chuckled. “Follow him. Remind him daily. Push him to keep adding positions—until he’s maxed out.”
There were plenty like him.
Inbox full of curses.
People regretting ever listening to Cao Cheng.
Some had been grateful—back at 4,800, those who followed his advice avoided losses and even gloated over others’ misfortune. They felt smart for picking Cao Cheng’s analysis out of the noise.
That counted as skill, right?
Their own achievement.
But then,
when the market bounced to 5,500, gratitude turned to vitriol. Now they blamed him for missing out.
Such was human nature.
……
Yet,
the next two weeks showed everyone what it meant to catch a falling knife.
The global situation took a nosedive…
True devastation everywhere!
No one was spared.
It finally stopped after dropping from 5500 to 4200!
At that moment,
Cao Cheng said to Tang Xin, "This is just the beginning. It’ll probably go back to where it came from!"
Those words sent a chill down Tang Xin’s spine—back below 1600?
Her admiration for Cao Cheng instantly soared to its peak.
And…
Everything fell perfectly into place.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
