"As for US Aerospace Manufacturing? There's nothing much to say. It's just a technology company with conscience.
Especially in the braking systems aspect, it's superbly outstanding.
"Tesla's electric car have accidents frequently. This creates an opportunity for US Aerospace Manufacturing. If their stock doesn't rise, whose stock will?"
"Dong Xing Manufacturing's would. They recently released the latest communication technology.
In this world, what technology can change the fate of people? It's the latest communication technology as its closely related to people's lives. There's nothing much to say about these stocks. It can all be found on the Internet."
Ryan said.
The internet was going crazy.
Someone followed what Ryan said and searched online. They really did find something. And it was exactly the same as Ryan's words.
When it comes to investment, be it stocks, futures, or funds, information was everything.
If you didn't have the information, and yet you made money from investing, then you were just lucky.
But you also had to have a business sense.
This sense wasn't something that an ordinary person could have.
Until now, everyone had recognized Ryan's ability already.
"It's fine. This child still has potential for development. With such talent, why would he be afraid of not having money in the future?"
"Young man, a mouse knows its tail. It's not easy to make money. Please be considerate to a plumber like me. Boss, can I become your mentee?"
"God, this brat, is he a future investment genius? I suddenly realize that I like him."
"Young man Ryan, do you want to consider my daughter? She's the same as you, blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin."
"God, you actually want to promote your own daughter. How shameless. Ryan is also a standard pretty boy. How can he like a blonde girl? If he wants to like someone, it has to be my black cat. Her skin is tight—everywhere is tight—"
"What are you guys talking about? Why can't I understand a thing? I'm new here and it's kinda scary—"
Professor Smith had now confirmed that Ryan was definitely an investment genius.
Even if a layman knew about these information, they wouldn't be able to grasp the exact timing accurately.
The first time could be luck, but three times? That was impossible.
But he still thought that Ryan was taking too big of a risk to invest so much money in the lottery.
Such behavior would greatly reduce Ryan's positive image.
On the other end, Smith's rival—Professor Tisse slammed the table excitedly.
"Genius. Genius. This guy here is definitely a once-in-a-century occurrence. You have to come under my tutelage."
"Little guy Ryan, come into my bowl. I'll help you soar," said Tisse excitedly. He was not satisfied yet, so he immediately typed his message on the public screen.
Because his social media account level was extremely high, it appeared on the big screen for three seconds before it was drowned out by other messages.
Smith happened to see it, and he felt a sense of urgency.
"No, I have to keep Ryan under my tutelage."
"I've seen awesome, but I've never seen THIS level of awesome. Tomorrow, I'll go to the stock trading hall to try my luck."
"Go, go. I hope you'll be walking in alive. Don't come out wanting to jump off the building."
After listening to Ryan's simple analysis, everyone was stunned.
It took more than 20 minutes to finish the last bite of sushi.
There were a few minutes left before the draw.
But Ryan stood up immediately.
"Aiya, thank you for your hospitality today. I'm going to claim my winnings."
"What?"
"Claim your winnings?"
"The draw hasn't even been announced yet. Why is he claiming his winnings?"
"Oh my God, this brat Ryan, is he mentally ill? There's still three minutes before the draw is announced."
"Is he delusional? Did he think that the draw has already been announced?"
"Who knows?"
Everyone was a little stunned.
The host added nervously, "Mr. Ryan, do you want to know how your father is doing?"
Ryan stopped walking.
To be honest, he really wanted to know how Jon was doing at school.
He sat down and said, "Go ahead."
"Uhhhh..."
The host was in a difficult position.
Because the program team had a rule. When both parties had not fully experienced their roles or for at least half a month, they cannot simply reveal the other party's situation.
It was also an emergency just now, so the host had casually mentioned it.
Smith saw through the host and said with a smile, "Little guy Ryan, why don't you sit down? The draw will start soon, and it won't take long for you to claim your winnings."
Smith realized that Ryan was like a docile donkey, so he had to go along with the flow of the conversation.
Another alternate consequence was to retort. Did he not see the host in front of him? Just because he had asked the wrong question at the beginning, was it right for Ryan retort?
Ryan frowned and patted Professor Smith on the shoulder. "You're not a bad person. Since you invested 500,000 dollars on me, I'll show some respect."
Everyone was speechless.
Soon, three minutes passed.
The big screen of the restaurant's television was casting the draw situation.
The program team was very considerate and had long prepared a big signage.
On the big signage was the lottery number which Ryan had bought.
The cameraman took a close-up of the number for about one whole minute so that everyone could see it clearly.
Two officials appeared on the big screen and waited in front of the lottery machine.
Inside the lottery machine, there were dozens of small balls with numbers on them.
If the numbers that came out of the lottery machine were the same, and the positions were the exact same, then it would be considered a win.
The lottery had a total of seven digits. If the numbers and positions were exactly the same, then it would be a win of five dollars.
If the same number with the same position appeared in the second round, the prize would double up to ten dollars.
If gaze was a laser weapon, the big screen would have vanished.
Everyone was staring at the big screen nervously. They were even more excited than when they bought lottery tickets.
The balls in the lottery machine kept spinning.
Finally, the first ball was squeezed out.
"9"
"Its not it. Its not it."
"My heart—"
Everyone continued to wait.
No one had ever felt time go by this slowly.
No one knew what they were feeling. Some hoped for him to have a miraculous win; some hoped that this devilish brat would be unlucky. Because in the hearts of the gamblers, Ryan was just being impulsive.
Time slowly passed.
Finally, the second number appeared.
"7"
"Didn't hit it again, it didn't. I'm really afraid. This kid's luck is heaven-defying. winning 5 million or something."
"What are you thinking? If all 6 million lottery tickets was a jackpot, what do you think the consequences will be? I reckon that the gambling company would immediately bankrupt."
The next number that appeared was.
"5"
"3"
"2"
"He didn't win, he didn't win, he didn't win at all. It's over, it's over, this brat is done for."
Cold sweat broke out on Professor Smith's forehead.
This was too f*cking exciting.
He had been in the financial market for so many years and had seen countless big things. But he had never been as nervous as he was today.
The thing that made people addicted to gambling was usually the excitement.
"The last two numbers, I don't believe it will hit—"
Finally, the second last number was rolled out in anticipation.
"5"
Everyone was stunned. They didn't know who said it, "He won."