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The young girl behind the counter was touching up her lipstick in front of the mirror when she was startled by the noise.

She looked up, sized Yu Le up and down, and then glanced at the check.

One hundred thousand.

The little girl's professional fake smile instantly became eight degrees more genuine.

"Hello sir, are you opening an A-share account? We have a special offer right now..."

"The A-share market will not be opened."

Yu Le tapped his finger on the counter, making a crisp sound.

"Give me access to US stock trading."

The little girl was stunned.

These days, there are plenty of retail investors (or "leeks") trading A-shares, but those trading US stocks are a rare breed.

Moreover, judging from this person's attire, he doesn't seem like the kind of elite person who speaks fluent English and constantly monitors the Nasdaq index.

"Sir, opening a US stock account has relatively high requirements, and the transaction fees are..."

"manage."

Yu Le only uttered one word, too lazy to explain.

As a reborn individual, he knew all too well what the A-share market was like right now.

The next few years will be a long bear market; going in will be like throwing money away.

The real gold mine is across the ocean.

The procedures went very smoothly.

Half an hour later, Yu Le, holding a brand-new magnetic card, squeezed into the retail investor hall.

He found an empty computer, plopped down, skillfully entered his account and password, and switched to the US stock market information interface.

Sitting next to me was an old man in his fifties, wearing a faded polo shirt and holding a large tea mug with "Serve the People" printed on it.

This is Lao Xu.

The "stock market guru" in this brokerage firm claims to have been trading stocks since the early 90s and has witnessed the ups and downs of the stock market.

Of course, he's also a seasoned veteran of the "leek" (a metaphor for being exploited).

Old Xu was sighing over an A-share stock on the screen when he heard the noise next to him and turned his head to take a look.

Upon seeing this, I burst out laughing.

"Hey young man, you look unfamiliar? Are you new here?"

Old Xu put down his teacup, striking a pose of someone who had been through it all.

Yu Le stared at the screen and casually replied, "Yeah, just opened an account."

"It's good to have just opened an account; a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

Old Xu got interested and moved his chair closer to Yu Le.

"Take my advice, the market is bad right now, don't buy blindly. See that Shenzhen Development Bank? It's a leading stock, very stable. And that Sichuan Changhong, it's an old brand, it won't fall much."

He stretched out his yellowed finger, pointing and gesturing wildly, spitting as he spoke.

Several elderly men and women nearby also gathered around.

"Yes, young man, you should listen to Old Xu. He's a senior master around here."

"Young man, don't be impulsive. The stock market is a deep and dangerous place; you can't handle it."

Yu Le ignored them.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a code: NTES.

NetEase.

The screen flashed, and a stock's intraday chart popped up.

That trend was even uglier than an electrocardiogram.

The stock price is hovering around $0.7, with sparse trading volume, looking like it's about to collapse.

Old Xu took a closer look, and his brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

"NetEase? Is that the company that makes the internet?"

Old Xu's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, attracting more people around to look over.

"Young man, are you crazy? This is the best of the worst junk stocks!"

"Just a couple of days ago it was in the news that they were suspected of financial fraud and were about to be suspended from Nasdaq! Buying it now? You're throwing good money after bad!"

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

"Oh my, what was this young man thinking? Buying a stock that's about to be delisted?"

"The internet bubble burst a long time ago; anyone who touches it now is doomed."

"I think he's just wasting money. Ten thousand yuan! You can throw it in water and at least make a splash, but this thing won't even make a ripple."

Yu Le was surrounded by various voices of mockery, dissuasion, and spectatorship.

In their eyes, this young man in slippers was a complete sucker, a typical money-giving child.

Yu Le picked at his ear.

These people are too noisy.

He turned his head, looked at Old Xu who was heartbroken, and grinned.

"Sir, how many years have you been stuck with that Shenzhen Development Bank stock?"

Old Xu's expression froze.

"This...this is called value investing! Long-term holding!"

"Oh, hold for the long term."

Yu Le nodded, looking like he had learned something.

"Then I also call this value investing. I just think Ding Lei looks cheerful, and the company name is auspicious, NetEase, NetEase, easy to make money, just hearing it makes you rich."

What the hell is this? He looks so festive!

Old Xu was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Can you read a person's face to predict stock market success?

This is an insult to finance!

"You...you're being ridiculous! This is gambling!"

Old Xu slammed his teacup on the table. "If you dare buy it, I'll eat this teacup!"

"No, that stuff is hard to digest."

Yu Le turned around, ignoring the commotion behind her.

His finger hovered over the "buy" button.

NetEase is now truly a pariah.

Financial scandals, stock price falling below $1, and the risk of delisting.

Everyone thought it was doomed.

Only Yu Le knows what this junk stock, now discarded like trash, will become in the future.

Before long, "Westward Journey 2" will be released, a miracle in the history of Chinese online games, a money-printing machine that never stops.

NetEase's stock price will skyrocket from its current few cents to hundreds or even thousands of times higher.

"All in."

Yu Le muttered something softly.

That is the gambler's most insane incantation, and also the most composed judgment of the reborn.

Snapped.

The Enter key was pressed.

The crisp sound of the keyboard seemed insignificant in the noisy hall.

A dialog box pops up on the screen:

[Order successful. Buy: NetEase (NTES). Quantity: 17500 shares. Average price: $0.70.]

One hundred thousand RMB, after deducting exchange rate losses and transaction fees, all went into this dying stock.

The account balance instantly dropped to zero.

Yu Le stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked all over.

Cool.

This feeling of buying at the bottom with all your funds is even more refreshing than drinking an ice-cold bottle of Arctic Ocean soda on a sweltering day.

Old Xu was still rambling on behind me.

"It's over, this young man is finished."

"Ten thousand yuan! Gone just like that! What a spendthrift!"

"Young people these days are so arrogant and ignorant, they don't listen to the advice of their elders, and they'll suffer the consequences."

The way everyone looked at Yu Le was as if they were looking at a terminally ill patient about to jump off a building, filled with pity and contempt.

Yu Le did not explain.

The chick knows the ambition of the swan.

How can the leeks know the sharpness of the sickle?

He pulled out the magnetic card, twirled it in his hand, and waved it at the dumbfounded Old Xu.

"Sir, keep the teacup for yourself. Drink more hot water; it's good for your prostate."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, and his flip-flops rubbed against the smooth floor with a devilish gait.

"I'm going home to catch up on some sleep."

A group of people were left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Old Xu watched that dashing departing figure, his beard trembling with anger.

"You ungrateful wretch! Just you wait! You'll have nowhere to cry in a couple of days!"

He turned his head angrily to look at his screen.

The Shenzhen Development Bank stock that he treasured so much has turned green by two points again.