Zhang Chongan stared at Jiang Han, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Is Jiang Han really this skilled at investing?"
Seeing Zhang Chongan's stunned face, Jiang Han smirked. "So? How's my vision?"
Zhang Chongan opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.
This wasn't just luck—this was incredible!
Jiang Han wasn't just a rich and handsome young master—his investment instincts were on another level.
A slightly plump woman who had been observing him curiously finally spoke.
"Young man, if I had known, I would've bought Yongan Industrial too! How did you predict it?"
"Yeah," another investor chimed in. "Even the top exchange managers advised against it, and yet it still hit the daily limit!"
Jiang Han shrugged casually. "I've been following this company for a while, and I studied finance, so..."
The people around him nodded in understanding.
"No wonder you ignored Manager Zhang's advice! He's one of Faithful Securities' top experts."
Hearing this, Zhang Chongan felt his face burn with embarrassment.
He had personally advised Jiang Han against buying Yongan Industrial…
Yet Jiang Han didn't just buy it—he made five million from it!
"Five million… Some people don't make that in a lifetime!" Zhang Chongan thought, feeling a mix of admiration and frustration.
Why was the gap between people so massive?
—
After the market closed, Jiang Han and Zhang Chongan walked home together.
"Hah… I still feel like I'm dreaming," Zhang Chongan sighed.
"Same here," Jiang Han replied with a smirk.
Zhang Chongan turned to him, his excitement reigniting. "Tsk tsk… From a price drop to hitting the daily limit in just one day! A 20% surge! That's insane!"
Jiang Han chuckled. "I guess I got lucky."
"Right, luck… That's the only way to explain it."
Even for a talented finance student like Zhang Chongan, predicting a 20% rise was nearly impossible. Yet Jiang Han, an ignorant playboy, had done it.
"If it wasn't luck, then..."
Zhang Chongan glanced at Jiang Han, his mind racing.
If Jiang Han wasn't just lucky, his investment talent was terrifying!
Jiang Han, on the other hand, smiled inwardly.
"If he knew this would happen again tomorrow, what kind of expression would he have?"
His confidence wasn't baseless—just before the market closed, his system updated its evaluation:
> [Yongan Industrial: Ultra-short-term return rate—10%. Expected profit within 24 hours.]
With today's trend already set, there was no room for another 20% rise today—but tomorrow?
It would hit the daily limit again.
And with 25 million poured into the stock, Jiang Han had secured his next big gain.
—
That evening, Zhang Chongan had to leave work early, leaving Jiang Han with an unusual task—grocery shopping.
So, here they were—two men strolling through a vegetable market, looking completely out of place.
The atmosphere was… odd.
"Hey, why does this feel weird?" Zhang Chongan muttered, glancing around.
Jiang Han raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean?"
Zhang Chongan glanced at the cucumber and tofu in Jiang Han's hands and sighed.
"The young master of Huaifeng Company, the heir of the Jiang family, a man worth millions… is out here buying groceries with me?"
"This just doesn't suit you!" Zhang Chongan blurted out.
Jiang Han chuckled. "And in your mind, what kind of person am I supposed to be?"
Zhang Chongan hesitated, then suddenly turned serious.
"Be honest… Did your dad force you to change?"
Jiang Han shook his head. "No. Sooner or later, I'll have to take over Huaifeng, but my reputation… let's just say, the shareholders don't have much faith in me."
Zhang Chongan sighed. "So that's why you suddenly started flipping stocks. You're proving yourself."
Jiang Han gave a small smile. "Something like that. It's time for me to change."
Hearing this, Zhang Chongan smirked and playfully nudged him.
"Well, it doesn't suit your usual style, but as your senior, I'll support you—physically and spiritually!"
Jiang Han's face darkened.
"Physically?! Spiritually?! Get your creepy eyes off me!"
"Haha, come on, Junior Brother, don't be so aggressive!"
"Scram!"
As the sun set, their voices faded into the evening air.
—
At dawn, Jiang Han and Zhang Chongan arrived at the exchange.
"Senior Brother, you're up early today," Jiang Han teased.
Hearing this, Zhang Chongan rubbed his frozen hands and shot a glare at Jiang Han, who was standing there comfortably in a luxurious mink coat.
"This guy is living in luxury while I'm freezing to death…"
Little did he know, today would be another day full of surprises.