The day someone humiliated me over 0.01 yuan, I opened my eyes and saw the future.
I was delivering takeout in a downpour when a customer threw his change in my face. “Poor loser. Here’s a tip.”
The coin rolled into a puddle: 0.01 yuan.
At the same time, my phone buzzed. My mother was critically ill, her treatment had been suspended over unpaid bills, and she had 72 hours left.
Just as I was losing all hope, countless stock charts suddenly blazed before my eyes.
Xinghui Tech: hitting the daily limit down at 10:15, the limit up at 14:00.
I wagered my last 500 yuan. Twenty-four hours later, my account held 500,000.
When I turned around to pay the hospital bill, the entire trading hall fell silent.
I thought this was a windfall from heaven, my chance to turn my life around, until Old Tang on Antique Street sneered:
“You touched a bloodstained luck-suppressing coin. That gave you yin sight. The more you see, the sooner you die.”
Then, by the floor-to-ceiling window, an icy female CEO offered me a million-yuan check. “I’m betting you can trigger a financial tsunami.”
More hands reached out from the darkness: the private equity king’s strangling web, an enemy’s 500,000-yuan contract to break my legs, and the blood-written riddle left behind by my father’s mysterious death...
When I spotted a crack in a thousand-year-old jade seal at an auction, and foresaw a trillion-yuan market meltdown on the eve of a crash,
The people who once looked down on me began to tremble. “Just who are you?”
I fastened my delivery helmet and rode my electric bike through the neon-lit streets of Lujiazui.
“I told you, I’m no stock god.”
“I can simply see the future in which you’ll be begging on your knees.”
Financial warfare × antique appraisal adventure × alliance of captivating women
From 0.01 yuan to a trillion-yuan empire, this is an epic comeback for everyone who’s ever struggled
