The Fake Young Master Accused Me of Stealing His Stock-Trading Skills, and My Two Childhood Friends Panicked

On the eve of the stock market crash, I chose to withdraw from the Stock God competition. My two childhood friends bombarded me with calls, ordering me to keep competing. I hung up, pulled out my SIM card and tossed it into the toilet, then made myself a cup of instant noodles and leisurely watched a show. In my previous life, after I won the Stock God competition, the fake young master rushed onto the stage, teary-eyed, claiming I’d stolen his stock-trading techniques. My two childhood friends slapped me in the face, their expressions icy, and publicly accused me of being the real plagiarist. The fake young master became the Stock God, adored by the crowd and followed by countless fans. Meanwhile, I was ostracized and attacked online, branded a shameless plagiarist everyone loved to hate. In the end, one of his obsessed fans pushed me off a building, killing me on the spot! Given another chance, I withdraw from the Stock God competition. As for the fake young master, I can’t wait to see how he escapes the financial crisis that’s about to hit!