When the money hit my face, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Red banknotes scattered in front of my eyes, and one of them crossed the corner of my mouth, causing some bloodshot stains. I lowered my head and did not hide, not because I was slow to react, but because I have become accustomed to it in the past three years.
"Lin Feng, this is the last honor our Qin family will give you."
My mother-in-law, Wang Guifang, stood in front of me with an envelope in her hand. It looked like she still had something to say. The eldest sister Qin Yue was sitting on the sofa next to her, eating melon seeds with her legs crossed, and the rinds of melon seeds were vomited all over the floor. The second sister, Qin Yu, took a photo of my face with her mobile phone, her eyes were like those at an archaeological excavation site.
A metallic sound suddenly exploded in my head.
"Ding! The detection host suffered an insulting slap in the face."
"Extreme pull system activated."
"Checking host endurance data... Testing completed."
"Congratulations on obtaining the S-level skill in the parallel world: the trading memory of Warren Buffett, the stock god."
A wave of heat rushed into my mind, as if someone had stuffed an entire library into my empty head. Countless K-line charts, financial statements, and market sentiment models were automatically arranged and combined. I could even figure out what was wrong with Tesla's valuation model in an instant.
I was stunned.
This feeling is so weird, it's like you've been eating rice bran all your life, and suddenly someone stuffs a piece of wagyu into your mouth. My fingers trembled involuntarily, which was the muscle memory of the stock market master.
"What are you doing standing still? Get out of here!"
Wang Guifang kicked over the trash can at her feet, and the can rolled to my feet.
I bent down to pick up the money on the ground, one by one. Qin Yue laughed out loud from the side: "Hey, Mom, look at how obedient he is and how he knows how to pick up the money.
