What does it mean to "know three days ahead and prosper for ten thousand years"?
This is exactly that.
If a year ago, Young Master Cao could do very little with his 100,000 "fortune," now, with a billion in "spare change," he can do whatever he wants.
In the future,
there are too many money-making methods that have made the news. Excluding the 90% that land people in jail for breaking the law, the legitimate ways to earn money are still plentiful.
Real estate? No need to even mention it.
Everyone knows it’s a goldmine, especially with the property boom about to take off.
And with that comes endless demolitions and redevelopment…
Sometimes, it feels like an inescapable cycle.
For instance, this year’s secondary market is destined to skyrocket—and just as destined to bury countless retail investors, leaving many holding the bag for decades.
Many will lose everything.
Many will sell their homes to pay off debts…
Then comes the once-in-a-century global financial crisis. More individuals and companies will run out of money, and when there’s nowhere left to borrow, the number of people forced to sell their homes will skyrocket exponentially.
At the same time, the flood of properties hitting the market will drive prices down, causing a crash of over 20%.
All Young Master Cao has to do is buy up prime-location properties at rock-bottom prices.
Then wait—for the next boom, or for the inevitable wave of demolitions.
And just like that, he’ll be rolling in wealth.
…
Of course,
Young Master Cao hesitated for a few seconds.
But then it hit him—if he doesn’t take this opportunity, someone else will.
Those who need to sell will still sell.
Those destined to go bankrupt will still go bankrupt.
The outcome won’t change just because he holds back.
This is the tide of history.
So,
Young Master Cao had an epiphany.
This is the market’s problem—he’s just hitching a ride.
Not that he’s trying to play the saint. It’s just that, in both lifetimes, he’s never been a capitalist. When it comes to conscience, he still has a shred of decency left.
Naturally, he thinks a little more about it.
But thinking changes nothing.
Of course,
Cao Cheng isn’t completely idle either.
Why did he pose as a "stock god" online?
Did anyone really think it was just to farm emotional engagement points?
No.
He was simply being chivalrous—figuring he could save a few people if possible. If even one person on the verge of ruin believed him and avoided disaster, wouldn’t that change their fate?
This is salvation.
This is great compassion.
The emotional engagement points? Just a bonus… yeah, just a bonus.
……
That day,
Tang Xin sent word—the company was officially registered.
Its name? Proud Sky Fund Management Co., Ltd.!
(╯°□°）╯
Unbelievable.
Young Master Cao shook his head.
He hated the name.
Back when he called himself "Stock God Proud Sky," it was just for fun.
But he was also a little relieved—thank goodness he hadn’t gone with "Stock God Dragon Proud Sky," or it would’ve been game over.
Young Master Cao had protested. He didn’t want "Proud Sky" in the name—in a decade or so, it would sound ridiculous.
But Tang Xin’s opinion was decisive, and her reasoning made sense.
She said: "Proud Sky has huge name recognition right now. If we could’ve called it ‘Stock God Proud Sky Fund Management,’ I would’ve. Plus, this name has a cult following. And honestly, can you think of anything better?"
Cao Cheng mused: "Actually, I have a name in mind. I think it’s pretty good."
"What is it? Let’s discuss it. If it’s decent, we can change it—though it’ll be a hassle," Tang Xin asked, curious and even a little expectant. She was at least humoring him.
After a moment of contemplation, Cao Cheng spoke: "The East Has a Group of Dream-Chasing Employees Who Believe Under Young Master Cao’s Leadership They Will Create the Miracle of Life Fund Management Co., Ltd.!"
"？？？？"
Tang Xin fell silent for a long time.
The call entered radio silence.
Finally,
Young Master Cao asked: "Isn’t it great? Stunned, right? We could shorten it to ‘Miracle Fund.’ We’ll create miracles—it’s meaningful, don’t you think?"
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"Hey, still there?"
"Queen Tang, you alive?"
"Ugh, what garbage phone service? I swear I’m gonna start my own phone company—one that actually has signal. How about ‘Pear’? … Hello? Hello?"
Tang Xin’s voice came through, eerily calm: "Cao Cheng, you promised me—this company is under my management. You wouldn’t interfere, right?"
"Uh, yeah, no interference. You’re the queen. You call the shots," Cao Cheng affirmed.
Tang Xin exhaled in relief: "Good. For major company decisions, especially, you can have opinions—but please, no meddling. Especially not with naming. Thank you."
"……"
Young Master Cao still thought it was salvageable: "Look, you think I’m joking? I’m dead serious. Don’t you think it’s a great name? And there’s no character limit for company names—this isn’t even 40 words!"
Tang Xin deflected: "Cao, I’ve got networking to do. The company’s new—we need connections. Also, I want to reach out to some local government funds. If needed, you’ll have to step in. Your reputation carries more weight than mine."
Cao Cheng decided to push one last time: "Fine, but about the name—if you don’t like the first one, how about… ‘The East Has a Group of Dream-Chasing Employees Who Believe Under Young Master Cao and Queen Tang’s Leadership They Will Create the Miracle of Life Fund Management Co., Ltd.’? We’ll add you in. Deal?"
Tang Xin replied: "Like pension funds, social security, housing funds—I know people. They can inject capital. If we land these clients, the fees alone will be huge, not to mention the prestige. Anyway, Cao, I’ve got a meeting. Talk later."
"Damn it!"
The call ended.
Cao Cheng tossed his phone aside in frustration.
He sensed malice.
A company barely a day old, and already its two top executives were locked in an irreconcilable ideological rift.
Factional strife had already begun.
Even though the company had exactly two people…
It was now split into two factions.
Sigh.
Cao Cheng shook his head.
Friends really shouldn’t go into business together. It never ends well.
"Fine then,"
"I’ll just start my own investment firm."
"And its name will be… ‘The East Has a Group of Dream-Chasing Employees Who Believe Under Young Master Cao’s Leadership They Will Create the Miracle of Life Group.’"
"Focus: investments."
"Invest in supply chains. Invest in carbon neutrality. Invest in… core technology. Invest in unmanned systems. Invest in biotech. Invest in AI."
"In short—if others don’t dare invest, I will. If others do invest, I’ll invest even more. Buy and hold, all-in on China."
"All for the modernization, prosperity, and strength of the motherland!"
"This is the Miracle Group."
"Am I making myself clear?"
"Uh…"
After a few seconds of exhilaration, Cao Cheng pondered—who should run this company?
What about Third Sister?
She’s got nothing better to do, always floating around like a temp.
Plus, she’s handled money for Eldest Sister before—basically the family’s chief steward. If this were Dream of the Red Chamber, Third Sister would be Wang Xifeng.
She’s got some skills.
Hmm…
It’s settled.
She’s the one.
……
I pleaded desperately before the Buddha...
"Hello~~ Lingling?"
"Cheng, I'm going to Zhonghai," came a sweet, slightly excited voice over the phone.
"Sounds great! I'm not too busy lately—I’ll show you around when you get here," Cao Cheng warmly offered.
It happened to be during a holiday.
The girl had been talking about this for ages.
Too bad Cao Cheng never found the time to visit her in the capital.
They did call each other often, though.
Sometimes, they’d even spend an hour or two chatting late into the night.
Their relationship wasn’t official yet, but something had already shifted between them.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!"
