The day I was laid off, I had 20,000 yuan in savings, my landlord was demanding rent, and my aunt laughed that nobody would want me at thirty.
Late that night, a panel appeared in my mind. Three messages a day, and they expired if I didn't use them. It didn't give me answers, only clues.
I don't bet everything or borrow to invest. I just rely on the eyes I've trained on financial statements for ten years, checking each clue one by one.
From paying 4,700 yuan in rent, to my mother feeling comfortable enough to go to the hospital to get her teeth checked, to my father standing up for himself in the family chat.
Later, the panel said: Your trades have caught someone else's attention.
I knew the real test had only just begun.
(Fiction set in a parallel world. Not investment advice.)
