In the end,
the matter of whether Ren Fanxing would step back from frontline duties or resign remained unresolved.
Truth be told, Young Master Cao wasn’t actually worried about anything.
Setting aside Ren Fanxing’s capabilities, even if something unfortunate were to happen, Young Master Cao could bring her back to life.
The Revival Pill was no joke.
This thing completely defied the rules.
Moreover, Young Master Cao still had a Resurrection Card in his possession—a true divine artifact with zero side effects.
……
After dinner,
the family gathered to watch TV, with Tang Xin holding the little "gas tank" (a term of endearment for the baby) and playing with the little one.
Cao Cheng sat between his second sister and Tang Xin.
Ren Fanxing discreetly nudged Young Master Cao with her long legs—a subtle movement only Tang Xin, seated across from Cao Cheng, noticed.
Ren Fanxing whispered, "You don’t really want me to keep working as a police officer, do you?"
Cao Cheng chuckled. "I was just going along with Mom’s words. Honestly, you can do whatever you want—just make sure to stay safe."
Hearing this, warmth flooded Ren Fanxing’s heart.
She had been worried that Cao Cheng wouldn’t support her career, and she didn’t want to argue with him over it.
But she truly cared about her profession.
Now that she had Cao Cheng’s approval, she felt fearless.
The frustration that had built up over the past few days instantly melted away.
"Want a drink?"
"..."
……
Before they knew it, it was Chinese New Year.
Business partners came in droves to deliver gifts, turning the household into a bustling hub of guests.
This year was different from previous ones.
In the past, Ren's mother had handled all the visitors.
But this year marked her official retreat from the spotlight, with the eldest sister taking over all responsibilities.
From this year onward, the eldest sister formally assumed control of the Ren Group and the family’s financial power.
And she carried herself with authority.
This year, the visitors weren’t just locals—many came from out of town, especially bosses from the cosmetics industry, including overseas representatives stationed in China.
It was a scene reminiscent of "all nations paying tribute."
Paul himself made an appearance,
bringing along his mixed-race child and greeting everyone with cheek kisses—much to the second sister’s visible irritation.
Tang Xin, however, remained poised and invited the little one to chat.
Meanwhile, Cao Cheng and Paul retreated to the study.
Under Paul’s maneuvering, L'Oréal had become Young Master Cao’s company.
Paul himself held a 9% stake,
while Young Master Cao owned 40%.
Through a series of shell companies and layered holdings, a hidden identity controlled another 30% of L'Oréal.
After a year of maneuvering, Young Master Cao had already profited over 10 billion from L'Oréal alone.
The wild swings in the stock market—first a plunge, then a surge—had multiplied his net worth several times over, not to mention the intrinsic value of his equity.
Paul’s visit served three purposes:
First, for the "medicine" (likely referring to business deals or favors).
Second, to reaffirm his loyalty.
And third, to discuss how to leverage L'Oréal’s global framework to dominate the cosmetics market worldwide.
……
After the New Year celebrations,
Tang Xin finally returned to Hong Kong.
When she left, Cao Cheng was reluctant to see her go.
He blamed Ren Fanxing.
For the past few days, the two women had shared a room, strictly barring Young Master Cao from entering—especially at night, as if they feared he’d try something.
What could Young Master Cao possibly do?
Was such caution really necessary?
This was pure distrust.
Between a couple—no, since they were technically just dating—distrust was the worst taboo.
Young Master Cao had even promised not to make any moves, yet they still didn’t believe him.
Were they really guarding against a gentleman?
(ˉ▽￣～) Whatever!
In short,
Young Master Cao had spent those days frustrated. He’d thought sharing a living space might open up some opportunities.
Not that he intended to do anything, of course.
He was a gentleman, after all.
What could a true hero possibly do?
He just didn’t like sleeping alone and had hoped to have someone on either side for protection.
Alas, that wish remained unfulfilled.
The road ahead was long and arduous.
……
After Tang Xin left for Hong Kong to wrap up her affairs,
the second sister also resumed her duties and returned to work.
Before they knew it, February arrived.
The European debt crisis escalated…
Reluctantly, the European Union reconvened to discuss another bailout plan.
This time, they approved a second round of aid for Greece—totaling 130 billion euros—to prevent a disorderly default.
Before this, however, Cao Cheng had already withdrawn all his assets from Europe.
Instead, he doubled down on shorting gold in the commodities market while simultaneously going long on the U.S. dollar in forex.
A two-pronged harvest!
These strategies were all part of Young Master Cao’s master plan, executed by Tang Xin and a team of professional traders.
The money kept growing, turning into pure digits on a screen.
But it still wasn’t enough…
When it came to funding scientific research, even this fortune fell short.
……
In March,
Wall Street dropped a bombshell—directly targeting Young Master Cao.
"The Financial Bandit Strikes Again: Swindling Over 15 Billion from the European Crisis!"
The report emerged after Wall Street firms audited their books and discovered a massive discrepancy.
At first, they assumed it was the work of a fellow insider.
After all, Wall Street stuck together when it came to external threats.
They’d all toasted their collective victory over Europe.
But when they reconvened to tally their profits, they found a 15-billion-dollar hole.
Each side thought the other had pocketed the money—only to realize none of them had.
Some funds operated in the shadows, their methods untraceable.
All they knew was that money had moved—but not who was behind it.
After a month of digging, they traced the flow to Hong Kong in the East.
One thing led to another,
and soon, a terrible suspicion took hold.
Further investigation confirmed it was Young Master Cao.
And when they crunched the numbers?
Damn.
He’d out-earned most of them.
That was unacceptable.
So they slapped him with accusations:
First, market manipulation.
Second, insider trading.
In short, they painted Young Master Cao as a mastermind who spread false information, colluded to manipulate markets, and exploited undisclosed intel—like knowing about the EU’s bailout plans in advance.
In any country, trading on such privileged information was illegal.
……
The scandal catapulted Young Master Cao’s name back into global headlines.
Unlike last time—when his fame was limited to Wall Street and the East during the global financial crisis—this time, Europe knew him too.
The Europeans had already been burned by Wall Street, but since those were "old money" dynasties, they’d swallowed their pride.
But who the hell was Cao Cheng?
After the cosmetics industry fiasco, Europe had already taken a hit. Did they think France was some kind of chicken, ready to be plucked at will?
If Wall Street wanted a piece, fine—they could stomach that.
But this guy?
No way.
Soon, European institutions joined the chorus, denouncing the "financial bandit" and amplifying Young Master Cao’s infamy.
Some even called for national-level investigations and asset freezes.
……
Of course,
the East wasn’t idle either.
Long-time fans of Young Master Cao’s stock market prowess flocked to his Weibo,
pleading for guidance, as if he were some kind of financial messiah.
Young Master Cao hadn’t updated his stock forum in a long time.
Many people missed the days when he was active—even if plenty didn’t believe him back then, at least it was lively, wasn’t it?
What’s more, after carefully analyzing his words later, everyone realized Young Master Cao’s credibility had only grown.
Starting with a million in capital, he had now entered the global market, achieving remarkable success—racking up over ten billion euros in profits.
Converted at the current exchange rate, that was well over a hundred billion in Chinese yuan.
And this year’s domestic rich list? The second-wealthiest person’s net worth paled in comparison.
Young Master Cao had left everyone far behind; those trailing him couldn’t even see his taillights anymore.
……
As his fame skyrocketed,
Cao Cheng received an overwhelming influx of emotional energy daily. Honestly, he had to thank those foreign fools.
Without them, he wouldn’t have harvested so much emotional energy.
Had they not exposed his achievements themselves, Cao Cheng would’ve felt awkward boasting—it would’ve come off as too forced.
But now?
Cao Cheng was in high spirits.
He replied to an old stock fan’s question on Weibo:
"Haven’t been looking at stocks lately, just gold. Gotta say, gold’s great—but it’s also something you really shouldn’t buy right now. Anyone who’s bought gold recently? Dump it. Don’t hold onto it, or you’ll be waiting a decade just to break even."
"……"
"The stock god finally talks finance! Tears in my eyes—we’ve been waiting forever!"
"No no no… please no! I just bought gold! Young Master Cao, tell me you’re lying, I’m begging you…"
"Gold’s been on a good run these past two years, peaked at $1,900 an ounce, now corrected to $1,700… Everyone says it’ll keep rising. Who should I believe?"
"Obviously the stock god. He’s got no reason to lie to you—no conflict of interest."
"But… what if he’s wrong?"
"Then go ahead and buy."
"My mom hoarded a ton of gold at home. Experts all say it’ll break $2,000…"
"Since when do you trust ‘experts’?"
"The stock god’s not watching stocks anymore?"
"Read between the lines. It means the market’s either volatile or bearish—otherwise, why would he ignore it?"
"Makes sense."
"Let’s short gold then. Play the futures market."
"You’d dare touch futures?"
"Fortune favors the bold…"
Reading the flood of comments, Cao Cheng shook his head.
He’d handed them the answer, yet it still split the crowd—non-believers stayed skeptical, while believers grew anxious, unsure how to act.
But Young Master Cao knew better. It was only early 2012.
Gold hadn’t even reached its peak frenzy yet.
Just wait till next year.
Wall Street would coin the term "Daa" to represent "Chinese aunties"!
That same year, the aunties’ buying spree would leave global investors stunned.
In just ten days, they’d snap up 10% of the world’s annual gold production.
The world would witness just how deep the aunties’ pockets ran.
That was when true madness would hit.
And then—they’d be stuck holding the bag for six years.
……
Young Master Cao’s name kept circulating,
But it wasn’t over.
April 3rd.
The global rich list dropped, sending shockwaves everywhere.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
