"This guy is so lucky, he managed to reverse the situation with just one try, hahaha."
"D*mn. I just feel like it's ridiculous for a person to have such good luck twice in a row."
Some people raised their doubts but their doubts were drowned out by other comments.
After all, no one believed that a young fuerdai who had zero experience in the stock market could have actual skills. At most, he would have some financial intelligence, just like how he quickly registered a social media account.
But that was still considered to be normal. It was the era of short videos, who wouldn't have thought of that?
"The Goddess of Luck is on his side."
"This is comparable to buying a lottery ticket, right? I wonder, what will this devilish brat do next?"
"That goes without saying, he'll definitely go blow off the money. It's not like he needs to go to school right now since his father is going in his place."
"He's too cool."
"Have I finally found the man of my life after being single for 20 years?"
"Go to hell, b*tch. Ryan is mine! Look at how handsome he is."
Somebody commented the address of a red light district.
Tens and thousands of people were watching the live broadcast.
Red-light districts were legal in some states, so there were all kinds of comments in the comment section.
Ryan's intention today was to tackle his million-dollar plan.
But now he might not be able to pull it off.
On the trading screen, it was difficult to flash any high-return stocks.
This was when Professor Smith, who had been watching Ryan for a long time, came up to him.
He pushed his glasses as he walked up to Ryan, he said in a gentle voice, "You are Ryan, right? May I ask you a question? Why did you choose these two stocks?"
Smith was surprised by the young man in front of him, he definitely didn't think that it was just Ryan's luck.
That was because he looked way too certain as if he knew what was going to happen next.
Smith felt a sense of excitement, the kind of excitement one gets upon discovering a genius.
He looked at Ryan with a face full of expectation.
After knowing Ryan's age, his excitement grew even more and his heart beat faster.
If Smith was satisfied with Ryan's answer, then he might turn out to be a future financial genius.
Ryan looked at the old man in front of him.
He had gray hair, wore glasses, and spoke gently. He looked like a scholar.
Ryan truly valued those who were in the academic field. This was a belief that he held onto in both his past and current life.
However, now was obviously not the time to chat. After all, making money was the most important thing.
Moreover, his guide to making money was given by the system.
He wanted to return to the crown prince lifestyle that he had in his previous life.
"I picked it randomly," Ryan said.
Smith smiled as he wasn't angry.
He took this as Ryan's precaution against strangers.
What would he say if a stranger suddenly asked him how he made his money?
Smith smiled and said, "People buy into your claims, but I don't. I believe that you really do have some real skills.
People see you as a fuerdai, but maybe that's just what they think."
His words were acknowledging Ryan.
Fuerdai, gangster, how did he end up like this? His parents must not give him the approval that he seeks. When combined with the lack of approval of his classmates and teachers, his personality gradually became twisted.
What kind of genius doesn't have a unique personality?
And what kind of genius is favored by the people around them?
The society would lose many geniuses if there weren't experts who could recognize them for their capabilities. These geniuses would eventually be forced to become ordinary people to make a living.
'I might as well do him a favor,' Smith thought.
In addition to enrolling Ryan into his university, the two of them could also do a few exchanges on financial issues.
This would be a great help for his future lessons.
Smith habitually pushed his glasses and said, "Oh, I was being too abrupt. The truth is, I want to invest 500,000 dollars in you..."
"What? 500,000 dollars in investment?"
He was not afraid of people helping out when times were good, but he was afraid of people offering help when he was in dire straits.
Who could offer a helping hand for no reason?
Ron was puzzled, he tried to decipher the purpose of the stranger in front of him.
This man definitely wouldn't give him 500,000 dollars without anything in return.
Ryan currently lacked principal. If he had more money to invest, his return would have been more than 170,000 dollars.
There was no doubt about it.
The 170,000 dollars of principal that he currently had was calculated and according to his plan. This could only happen because of the system and his luck to come across a good stock. He was fortunate enough to be able to gain some profit today.
If he added another 500,000 dollars worth of principal, the situation would have been different.
He would have been able to gain much more in return.
How could Ryan say no to a golden opportunity?
Someone was literally opening the door in front of him.
"How much profit do you want?"
Since the person was offering him help, he had to offer him something in return.
He saw Professor Smith's expression become strange.
Ron said, "I won't sleep with you."
"Pfft"
Everyone in the live broadcast burst into laughter.
"Does this brat have no filter?"
"One look at the old man and you can tell that he's either a boss or a professor. Ryan actually had the nerve to talk to him like that."
Professor Smith's face also darkened.
"Does this brat speak without thinking?"
When Smith remembered that he was just a stranger to Ryan, he felt relieved again.
He thought for a while.
Now he was even more certain that Ryan was an investment genius. His immediate response was that he would split the profits, this shows that he was certain of his own ability.
At this moment.
Many young people came to Professor Smith's side.
They were professor Smith's students.
They followed the old professor here to invest with cold, hard cash.
When they saw Ryan, some of them had looks of disdain.
Some of them were puzzled. Why was the old professor chatting with this brat? Moreover, he was speaking in a gentle manner? This was so unlike the professor's usual temperament.
The professor had always been like a strict father.
Every student present had been scolded by Smith before.
However, scolding them was to no avail. Many of them had yet to grasp the essence of investing.
While finance was mostly mathematics, it dealt with real money rather than mere numbers.
Investing was not only about numbers, it was also about practicality.
Even the best investors of Wall Street would take half a year to survey the market before investing.
The survey includes the companies to invest in, their operations, their capital, their competitors, and the countless possibilities that may occur in the future. They would only make a move and inject capital after understanding all of these.
Without a thorough survey, the world of finance had the power to ruin a person's life, and even destroy their family.
Yet when faced with such circumstances, there was nothing that can be done.
This resulted in Smith being a strict teacher in the eyes of his students. On the other hand, many elites in the financial world were his past students.
'This is strange.'
'He isn't even his son, why is he being so friendly?'
'Could he really be his son?'
"Who is this old man? Don't tell me that he's going to invest in this brat just because he managed to gain profit twice.
You better think twice, Ryan is a child that knows no bounds. Investing in him might cause you to lose everything."