You Hired Me as a Runner, and I Wrecked Harbor City's Stock Market

After waking up, licensed analyst Li Cheng'an finds himself a red-vested trader at the Hong Kong City Stock Exchange in 1983.

A golden finger? No System, no pocket dimension, just forty years of future Hang Seng Index charts etched into his mind!

When his boss swallows his commission and his colleagues laugh at him, he turns around and slaps an analysis report down on the rival firm's bigwig's desk!

"You're just a red-vested trader. What makes you think property stocks will fall?"

"Because I know that next Wednesday's land auction will fail, and the Hang Seng Index will plunge!"

A week later, the news breaks and the market panics. His short position earns him 250,000!

Bigwig Chen Yaorong: !!! Is this kid some kind of god?!

With the Hong Kong dollar crisis about to erupt in September, Li Cheng'an smiles.

What looks like doomsday to everyone else is my personal cash machine!