The market is never short of smart people.
Because "Gambling God Aotian" was bearish, the savvy investors cautiously controlled their positions, worried about profit erosion, and thus trimmed some holdings.
But such people are few and far between.
Add to that the massive capital pools held by investment banks and big fund managers—like ancient turtles, they’re too cumbersome to turn around quickly. Some assets just can’t be offloaded at the drop of a hat.
So,
when the market opened lower on Wednesday and kept sliding, the paper losses were staggering.
Plummeting in the blink of an eye.
No time to react.
From 4333, it crashed straight to… 4000!
Not only were the retail investors terrified, but the big players were too.
Carnage everywhere.
On Thursday, a mysterious institution stepped in, propping it up and pushing it back to 4100.
Friday? Another drop to 4000!
This level was clearly a support zone.
Over these three days of back-and-forth, everyone’s rhythm was thrown off.
The weekend came.
Forums and expert accounts buzzed with activity, dissecting the reasons for the crash.
But the experts were largely in agreement:
It was just a technical correction.
At least 4000 hadn’t been breached.
Of course,
some analysts pinned the blame on Young Master Cao, claiming his posts triggered a panic sell-off.
Would Young Master Cao take that lying down?
He fired back with a volley of ancestral insults.
Young Master Cao clarified: He had never explicitly stated the market would fall—this was a rumor leaked from within financial circles.
Even if the rumor caused the drop, it wasn’t his fault.
He even reposted the earlier flame war threads.
Suddenly,
Tang Xin’s employees were thrust into the spotlight.
After all, it was one of them who leaked the internal meeting details.
Tang Xin promptly issued a company notice, firing the employee for breaching confidentiality.
But out of respect for their years of service, she refrained from handing them over to the authorities.
Otherwise,
slapping them with a "trade secrets violation" charge wouldn’t have been out of the question.
...
Despite the uproar,
the regulators didn’t even bat an eye—no summons, no warnings.
Even with Young Master Cao’s deep pockets and high profile,
at the end of the day, he’s just a "retail whale." As long as there’s no evidence of insider trading, it’s all just free speech.
Even if he had predicted the drop, so what?
He didn’t name stocks or maliciously manipulate prices.
Not even the maximum fine of 600k this year could touch him.
That’s the perk of being a retail investor.
So,
on Sunday, Tang Xin showed up to apologize, gifting him a million-dollar luxury car.
She even offered him a job as her firm’s chief analyst.
Young Master Cao refused.
His ambitions lay elsewhere!
"I’m fine being a retail whale.
If I’m the ‘Stock God,’ I’ll keep my divine pedestal—why descend to mortal affairs?
Even if I dive into finance later, it’ll be for my own venture. No need to work for others."
Old Ba has Berkshire Hathaway in the U.S.
So in the East, shouldn’t there be… something similar?
...
Monday rolled around again.
Before the market even opened,
online brawls were already raging, with insults flying thick and fast, all lovingly directed at each other’s immediate family.
Young Master Cao was still half-asleep when his fans clashed with the so-called experts.
But the moment trading began,
silence fell.
No surprises.
No resistance.
That 4000 support level?
The 3867 60-day moving average?
Gone. All of it.
In just one day, the index smashed through every support, plunging to 3666 before closing at 3670!
That monstrous red candle
left everyone dumbstruck.
It signaled more pain ahead.
The paper losses for big funds were astronomical.
Leveraged accounts blowing up weren’t rare either.
...
When Young Master Cao woke up,
he couldn’t help but laugh.
So much negativity!
He posted: "How’s the industry explaining this?"
Content:
"Why the silence? Not a fan of talking anymore? Hmm?"
"I did warn of a drop. Why didn’t you listen? Hmm?"
"Some things I can’t say outright, can’t lead the herd. So I cleverly leaked it through ‘peers.’ How did you miss that? Hmm?"
"Retail might not get it, but the big players should. What’s your game here? Hmm?"
He reposted the leaked Tang Xin employee’s thread.
"See? I tried! Why didn’t you take it seriously? Hmm?"
"Seems like you ‘experts’ prefer trash-talking over making money. Am I right? Hmm?"
"Pfft—"
Damn.
He’s got an answer for everything.
"Hmm" your ass!
Who the hell are you lecturing?
The negativity poured in…
Young Master Cao expected another round of rage-fueled insults.
But…
The second comment—"Bow to my godfather!"—set the tone.
The replies became a chorus of filial piety.
Not a single insult?
For the first time, Young Master Cao witnessed the moral flexibility of finance bros. Absolutely no bottom line.
"I treat you as peers.
You call me ‘Dad’?"
No way was he claiming these sons. Most were just digital pets—backstabbing, ungrateful wolves.
Money talks, daddy walks.
And despite the "godfather" chants, the negativity kept flowing.
Tch.
Pathetic little losers.
...
Young Master Cao traded too. After a conference call, his team moved in to position.
Their orders: Buy aggressively at 3600.
Panic selling came mostly from retail. Big players held firm… but the stampede crushed confidence.
The next day,
another nosedive—straight to 3404 support, then a feeble bounce.
Few major institutions bailed, but the pressure was unbearable.
Even online fights died down.
No energy left.
Over the next two weeks, as the index rebounded from 3400 to 3900… many big players quietly exited.
They sensed a top.
The structure was broken.
No more upside.
So,
they lightened up or hedged elsewhere.
A clear loss of conviction.
This triggered another late-June drop below 3600!
Now everyone was sure: This bull run was over. 4000-ish at best.
Meanwhile, Cao Cheng finished building his position.
Silently all-in.
Waiting for liftoff.
Thirteen billion isn’t peanuts, but spread across fifty-plus instruments, it’s barely a blip.
Just millions per stock—
chump change for top funds.
After all, even the smallest of China’s top-ten asset managers handles hundreds of billions.
But now,
no one dared underestimate "Stock God Aotian."
This battle cemented his legend.
A true coming-of-age moment!
...
...
Fully invested, Young Master Cao stopped watching the market.
His posts stayed up,
harvesting steady emotional dividends.
When engagement dipped, he’d stir the pot again.
People need time to rest, don’t they?
Even when harvesting leeks, you have to wait for them to grow first.
You can’t just reap them every single day.
Now, his focus returned to the system.
After a month of upgrades,
the system had transformed!
Following the usual pattern of past upgrades,
the system enhanced all treasure chest items, raising their quality by at least one tier.
The coverage area had finally expanded nationwide.
This gave Young Master Cao much more room to maneuver, and his collection speed increased exponentially.
Young Master Cao decided to test it out.
He took out his phone
and dialed his old comrade’s number.
The call was quickly answered.
Young Master Cao greeted cheerfully:
"Aunt Wang~~~ How have you been lately?"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +100!]
Young Master Cao grinned from ear to ear.
Aunt Wang never let him down.
Every time, she delivered.
Aunt Wang paused for two seconds, her tone calm. If not for the negative emotions transmitted across provinces, Cao Cheng would have thought she’d grown more tolerant.
"Oh, it’s Little Cao! Long time no see," Aunt Wang replied, feigning magnanimity.
Cao Cheng chuckled. "Yeah, it’s been a while… I’ve been so busy lately, I forgot to ask—how did Little Wang do on the college entrance exams this year? The results must be out by now, right? Will he be retaking them next year?"
"......"
[Ding~~~]
Whoa—
That much resentment?
Did he fail again?
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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…
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.”
