While they were shamelessly indulging in their antics,
the forum post was also heating up.
It was quickly pinned and marked as 【Featured】!
“What does this mean? Judging by his words, is he quitting?”
“Has the ‘Stock God’ been bullied off the internet?”
“Damn it, you haters.”
“Hahaha, this dumbass ‘Stock God’…”
Soon,
the news spread far and wide—【Stock God Speechless, Quits the Internet】!
It circulated widely.
Many people didn’t even read the post’s content, just the headline, and believed the Stock God had truly been harassed into leaving.
But there were a few sharp-minded individuals.
These people liked to dig into the nuances between the lines.
So,
it didn’t take long for a self-proclaimed expert to emerge.
A minor moderator from a big forum posted:
“Breaking down the three movies recommended by Stock God Ao Tian…”
“Coincidentally, I’ve seen all of them, so I still remember the plot details.”
“Which brings us to why the Stock God recommended these three films.”
“…”
The moderator even wrote a film analysis,
delving deep into the core themes of the three movies.
In the end, they concluded that Stock God Ao Tian wasn’t making random recommendations—he was speaking in code, using the films to convey a message: Sell at the peak!
Those who don’t escape? Then no one survives.
A grim outlook.
But it was a wake-up call for many, who suddenly realized the Stock God’s true, sinister meaning.
Couldn’t he just say it outright?
Ugh!
Yet, when you looked back, very few people actually paid attention to this analytical post.
Less than 1% of the engagement on Stock God Ao Tian’s original thread.
And even fewer believed it.
Only in the future would this post be dug up again, allowing people to marvel at the Stock God’s foresight and cement his legendary reputation!
---
February 1st
Young Master Cao and Tang Xin had spent nearly a month in Hong Kong… well, working for a month.
By now, almost everything was settled—just waiting for the U.S. to fully erupt into chaos.
They still had some cash left,
reserved for acquisitions and investments.
Back in Zhonghai,
they reluctantly parted ways after one last passionate night.
After all, they were still newlyweds.
The next day, Cao Cheng finally returned home with gifts Tang Xin had bought and souvenirs he’d brought back.
He paid no attention to the online drama.
After his post went live, the market had indeed taken a sharp turn—plummeting from over 5,000 to as low as 4,100!
The wailing never stopped.
Every day, the emotional readings were explosive, with only a tiny fraction of positivity mixed in.
Seems like his posts had saved a few people after all.
But not many.
The Lunar New Year was approaching.
This year,
many would have a miserable holiday.
---
“Well, well.”
“Look who’s back—our great Young Master.”
“Having so much fun, we thought you’d celebrate New Year’s in Hong Kong.”
The sarcasm was thick.
Young Master Cao’s temper flared instantly.
He transformed into a Super Saiyan, erupting with rage, pinning The Fourth down on the sofa and whaling on her.
Between blows, he roared:
“I put you in charge of the entertainment company, and you just sit at home picking your nose!”
“No piano practice.”
“No vocal training.”
“You think no one in this house can discipline you?”
“…”
“AAAHHH—!!”
The Fourth howled in pain.
For a moment, the entire household was on edge—tense as a battlefield.
The aunties immediately fled to the kitchen, not daring to intervene.
The young master was as wild as ever.
Best to stay out of it.
Just pretend you didn’t see anything.
---
After the chaos subsided,
The Fourth sat there with a frizzy, bird’s-nest hairstyle, fuming and ready to bite back.
She had a fiery temper, but she was easy to appease.
A few gifts later, she was grinning again.
Once peace was restored, the aunties cautiously brought out fresh juice.
The siblings—well, technically sister and brother—finally started talking normally.
When the topic turned to the entertainment company,
The Fourth’s mood soured again.
The news wasn’t great.
Originally, The Voice project had been in preparation for a while.
But as a first-time venture with a newly established company, coordination between departments was messy, and delays piled up.
Simply put—inefficiency.
Everything was chaotic.
Too much time wasted.
Initially, they’d planned to air the show in the second half of the year.
Now, it looked like it wouldn’t launch until year-end, maybe even next year.
This was Cao Cheng’s flagship project—it had to be done right, no rushing.
Of course,
next year wasn’t the worst.
This year had the Olympics, plus an unforeseen event that might force variety shows to halt temporarily.
Cao Cheng had already considered this.
So, when Young Master Cao heard the news, he wasn’t angry.
Instead, he just chuckled and ruffled The Fourth’s messy hair, smoothing it back down.
“Don’t worry, it’s your first time running a company. Take it slow.”
“If it doesn’t air this year, then next year.”
“I can wait a year or two—we’ve got time, what’s there to fear?”
“Worst case, we waste some time and payroll. Big deal.”
“Don’t forget, your ‘Xiang-gege’ has been making bank lately.”
“Money’s no issue.”
“…”
The words moved The Fourth deeply.
But she still pouted, feeling guilty.
She blamed herself for the company’s sluggish progress.
Her incompetence was holding things back.
Good.
At least she had self-awareness.
“Here, have a candy. No more tears, okay?” Cao Cheng magically produced a milk candy and handed it over.
The Fourth’s eyes lit up.
“Where’d you pull that from?”
“Just learned a magic trick. Surprised?”
She nodded eagerly. “Now do chocolate.”
Cao Cheng smirked, flicked his wrist—
Fwoosh.
A chocolate bar appeared.
The Fourth still hadn’t caught how he did it.
“Now do fruit.”
Fwoosh.
An orange materialized.
A fruit symbolizing fatherly love.
“Woooow~” The Fourth gasped. “Now do a sports car.”
“I’ll sports-car your face!”
Cao Cheng’s expression darkened.
“You think I’m Doraemon? Pushing your luck.”
The Fourth scoffed. “Thought you could do anything. Meh, not that impressive.”
“You little—!”
Cao Cheng laughed in exasperation.
He flipped her over and delivered a crisp smack to her backside.
PA—!
When the river warms, the ducks know first.
When the bow’s shadow looms, the aunties flee first.
The kitchen staff ducked for cover again.
The aunties couldn’t understand—weren’t they just getting along?
Sister and brother bonding, all warm and fuzzy.
What went wrong?
Why were they fighting again?
This household was unbearable.
---
That night,
after some deliberation, the aunties decided not to tender their resignations to Ren's Mother.
After all, Young Master Cao only beat The Fourth, not them.
In fact, he treated them quite politely.
Fine.
Money’s hard to come by. They’d stay.
Once the whole family was home,
Cao Cheng began distributing the Hong Kong souvenirs and gifts.
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