At the moment he jumped off a building, Qin Tian remembered Liu Shishi’s mocking expression as she cuddled up to an ugly rich guy.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to graduation season at the School of Finance and Business.
Drawing on memories from his previous life, he made a million in just three weeks and accurately predicted a “monster stock” would hit its daily limit down in the securities hall.
The bank president sneered and made a bet: “If you can predict a bull market, I’ll personally manage your leveraged trades!”
On the day the bull market began, the president stared in shock as Qin Tian’s account balance multiplied tenfold.
After repeatedly face-slapping the villains who tried to set him up, he received a call from an unfamiliar number: “Mr. Qin, I’m the president of the Richman Hotel. I’d like to ask your advice on my next investment…”
A gentle, shy female voice came from the other end of the line.
