He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

In the old city of Jianghai, there is a dilapidated office building.

The air was filled with a mixture of cheap tobacco and instant noodles.

"Tengfei Trading"—this company, which sounds impressive but is actually just a shell company with only three people, is tucked away at the end of the corridor.

Han Xiao, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle and wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt, was slumped in a peeling swivel chair, staring blankly at the candlestick chart on the computer screen, utterly bored.

As a former "Falcon" of Wall Street, he could move millions of dollars with a flick of his finger.

Right now, he's helping his boss calculate how many cases of inferior red wine he sold this week, and he also needs to Photoshop some pictures for his boss's wife.

"What a messed up life."

Han Xiao exhaled a smoke ring and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray piled high with cigarette butts.

The Zhao family.

The thought of that name flashed with a deep-seated hatred in Han Xiao's eyes. It was because he refused to help the Zhao family with falsifying accounts and laundering money that the Zhao family used their connections to blacklist him from the entire industry, and even arranged for someone to set him up with a mountain of debt, causing him to fall from grace.

"Ring ring—"

The landline on the table rang.

Han Xiao answered impatiently: "Feed? Tengfei Trading. No insurance, no loans, the boss isn't here."

He finished speaking and was about to hang up.

A slender, fair hand suddenly pressed the hang-up button.

Han Xiao was taken aback and suddenly looked up.

A young man, dressed in a well-tailored bespoke suit and exuding an air of arrogance that seemed completely out of place in this doghouse, appeared behind him.

A faint smile played on the man's lips, and his deep eyes seemed to see right through everything.

"Who are you?" Han Xiao sat up straight, wary. "Was that the call you made just now?"

Jiang Che.

Jiang Che pulled over a dusty folding chair next to him, not minding the dirt, and casually sat down, crossing his legs. His aura instantly shifted, becoming the dominant one.

"I told you, I'll give you a chance to trample the Zhao family underfoot."

"You?"

Han Xiao sized Jiang Che up and down, then sneered, "Judging by your outfit, you're a rich kid, right? What, want some pocket money to dabble in the stock market? Or do you want me to help you launder money?"

"I'm not interested in money laundering, I'm only interested in making money."

Jiang Che took out his phone, opened a stock trading app, and placed it on the table covered in instant noodle soup stains.

"I heard you have a nickname on Wall Street: 'Ten-Second Falcon,' because you're best at ultra-short-term trading?"

"That was before," Han Xiao said self-deprecatingly, leaning back in his chair. "I'm a useless person now. If you're here to hear a story, turn right as you leave. Goodbye."

"Whether someone is useless or not, you'll find out by trying."

Jiang Che pointed to a stock on the screen—[Jinke Biotechnology] (600XXX).

It is 1:30 p.m.

The stock's price movement was unremarkable, fluctuating sideways at this price level with extremely low trading volume, making it seem like a stagnant pool.

"This stock?" Han Xiao made a professional judgment after just one glance. "The fundamentals are extremely poor. The major funds have already withdrawn. This is a zombie stock. Unless the market maker has lost their mind, it's unlikely to move this week."

"Yeah?"

Jiang Che activated his **[God-level Investment Intuition]**.

In his field of vision, above the previously lifeless stock, a red beam of light was about to soar into the sky, accompanied by a countdown: 09 minutes and 58 seconds.

System notification: In ten minutes, a mysterious influx of speculative capital from the Middle East will violently drive up the stock price, locking it at the daily limit by the close of trading.

"Han Xiao, how about we make a bet?"

Jiang Che looked at Han Xiao with a playful expression:

"Ten minutes."

"Within ten minutes, this stock will surge and hit the daily limit before the market closes."

"Huh?" Han Xiao exclaimed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Are you dreaming? The market's been falling all day, and this lousy stock has no good news whatsoever. Why would it hit the daily limit? Just because you're handsome?"

"Because I have... money power."

Jiang Che didn't explain, but instead, in front of Han Xiao, his fingers flew across the screen on his phone.

Enter the code.

Buy with all available funds.

confirm.

Han Xiao stared wide-eyed at the available funds balance in that account—35,000,000.00.

Thirty-five million!

Then, without any hesitation or even building a position in batches, Jiang Che went all in at the current price!

"Are you crazy?!"

Han Xiao suddenly stood up, nearly flipping the keyboard. "Thirty million yuan poured directly into this kind of garbage stock? You're practically giving money away to retail investors to bail them out! Do you even know how to trade?!"

He was genuinely heartbroken. As a trader, witnessing such a "suicidal" move was more painful than death for him.

"Don't rush, sit down and watch."

Jiang Che calmly pressed Han Xiao's shoulder and pushed him back into the chair:

"Nine minutes left."

Looking at Jiang Che's confident expression, Han Xiao cursed him inwardly as a "madman," but her gaze was involuntarily locked onto the screen.

Time passed second by second.

1:35. The stock price remained unchanged, and even dipped slightly by 0.5% due to some selling pressure caused by Jiang Che's large order.

"I told you so," Han Xiao sneered. "This is a dead stock. Your 30 million will lose at least 3% today."

Jiang Che didn't speak, but just looked at the countdown on his watch.

1: 38.

1: 39.

1: 40.

At the very instant the clock hands moved.

The K-line, which was originally like a dead electrocardiogram, suddenly jerked violently as if it had been electrocuted!

"It moved?" Han Xiao was taken aback.

Followed by.

Buy 1, Buy 2, Buy 3... The previously sparse buy order column suddenly saw countless large orders of 9999 lots appear!

The red payment slips poured in like a waterfall flowing backwards!

The stock price started to soar!

+2%!

+5%!

+8%!

"Holy crap?!"

Han Xiao was practically glued to the screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. "What's going on?! Where did this funding come from? This doesn't make sense! There's absolutely no indication of it technically!"

However, regardless of whether it's scientific or not, the candlestick chart is surging straight upwards with unstoppable momentum!

One minute later.

+10%!

It hit the daily limit!

Millions of buy orders firmly sealed the price limit, like an impregnable fortress!

The entire office was deathly silent.

The only sound is the computer's fan whirring.

Han Xiao stared wide-eyed at the blindingly red limit-up price, then turned to look at Jiang Che, who sat calmly beside her.

His worldview collapsed.

As a top trader, he believes in data, models, and insider information.

But he had never seen anyone predict the surge of an obscure stock with such godlike accuracy, down to the minute.

There is only one possibility.

Either this person is the mastermind behind that mysterious fund (but that's impossible; 30 million can't move that level of money).

Either this person has an extraordinary, terrifying market sense.

"How is it?"

Jiang Che put away his phone and looked at Han Xiao, who was completely dumbfounded:

"This 30 million is just a small gift."

"For me, this is just routine procedure."

"Han Xiao, your skill combined with my intuition." Jiang Che stood up and extended a hand to him:

"I'll give you 500 million in initial capital and absolute operational authority."

"Our first goal is to short-sell the listed companies under the Zhao Group and make them lose 10 billion in the stock market."

"Do you dare to accept?"

Shorting the Zhao family.

Ten billion evaporated.

Five hundred million yuan.

Each of these three words was like a powerful stimulant, piercing deeply into Han Xiao's already lifeless heart.

His blood began to boil.

His eyes began to burn.

Han Xiao trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, trying to light it, but found that the lighter wouldn't light no matter what he did.

"Smack."

A flame lit up in front of him.

Jiang Che held the black Zippo lighter that Su Xiaoruan had given him and lit it for him.

Han Xiao took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the pungent smoke swirl in his lungs.

Then, he stood up and, without any hesitation, bowed deeply to Jiang Che.

This is not the proper etiquette a subordinate should show to their boss.

This is genius submitting to the gods.

"Boss."

Han Xiao raised his head, his eyes flashing with a wolf-like light—the flames of revenge.

"I'll take this job."

"As long as the funds are in place, I can bankrupt not only the Zhao family, but even the Heavenly King himself!"

Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on successfully recruiting core member: Han Xiao (S-level trader).]

[Han Xiao's Loyalty: 90 (Initially attracted by money, captivated by talent, loyal to revenge).]

[Reward: Data package containing core financial vulnerabilities of the Zhao Group x1.]

[Clear Capital is taking shape.]

Jiang Che patted Han Xiao on the shoulder:

"Go take a bath and change into a decent human body."

"Report to the 66th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

"That's our battlefield."

After saying that, Jiang Che turned and left, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.

Han Xiao looked at that figure from behind, then glanced at the locked-in limit-up price on the computer screen.

He stubbed out his cigarette, picked up the resignation letter from the table, and slammed it hard into the fat boss's face.

"I quit!"

"I'm going to slay a dragon!"