My girlfriend dumped me in public, sneering that I spent every day surrounded by mental patients and would never amount to anything.
My rich rival strutted around arrogantly, laughing that my family ran a mental hospital and asking if someone like me really thought I could touch the stock market.
The whole internet mocked me: A mental hospital playing the stock market? They'll lose everything down to their underwear!
Then the A-share shareholder list was revealed, and everyone was stunned: my family's asylum was a major shareholder in a listed company!
The supposedly crazy patients everyone laughed at were all retired stock market masterminds!
Watch a patient with mania predict market swings, a person with dissociative identity disorder crush market manipulators, and a stubborn tycoon take on foreign capital head-on!
I know nothing about finance, but I'm learning. I just coast to victory, blindly following the experts' orders.
My rival tries to short the market and gets himself killed? We'll push the stock to its daily limit and bury his short position, driving him to bankruptcy!
A financial influencer mocks our bearish outlook? We'll keep hitting limit-up after limit-up against the trend, face-slapping every professional on the internet!
Goldman Sachs arrogantly shorts the market? The whole asylum strikes back and takes down the foreign capital behemoth!
My ex-girlfriend begs to get back together. I coldly turn her down: You're not good enough anymore.
The world laughs at them for being crazy, never realizing the truth:
They're all masters pretending to be mad, hiding their brilliance until they can shape the world! This little A-share market is only our starting point!
