You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

Lu Ci didn't eat anything when he got up in the morning. After returning from the interview, he went straight to the university commercial street near Shen Nian's rented house.

Lu Ci stopped in front of a long-established breakfast shop on the street corner.

This restaurant is famous for its pan-fried buns in the neighborhood. The buns are fried until golden brown and crispy on the bottom, and they smell delicious.

The shop was packed with college students and nearby office workers having breakfast, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Lu Ci bought half a steamer of pan-fried buns and a bowl of steaming congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Because there were so many people, there wasn't even a place to stand in the shop. He could only carry his tray and find an empty seat next to a folding table that had been temporarily set up at the entrance.

While eating the crispy pan-fried buns, Lu Ci couldn't wait to take out his phone.

Just now, his phone sent him a text message notifying him that his bank account had a real increase of one million yuan in available balance.

Now that we have the principal, we should put the "Buffett's insight" rewarded by the system to good use as soon as possible.

Lu Ci downloaded a stock trading app and began browsing the financial news and individual stock information.

At this point, the true power of this term begins to show.

Even Buffett's brilliance is built upon a foundation of extensive information gathering and astute business analysis.

When Lu Ci browsed through those seemingly dry and messy macroeconomic news, industry policy guidelines, and listed companies' financial reports, his brain felt as if it had been equipped with a supercomputer.

Those originally unrelated pieces of information were automatically pieced together and reorganized in his mind, forming clear logical chains.

Then, when he turned his gaze to the list of stock codes, those stocks that hid huge potential for explosive growth seemed to radiate a faint golden light in his eyes.

Furthermore, for each stock I see, its future price curve vaguely appears in my mind, and the more information I learn, the clearer this curve becomes.

As Lu Ci was browsing the information, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the diners sitting at the table next to him out of the corner of his eye.

He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a dark blue work uniform that was slightly dusty. There was also a yellow safety helmet on the table next to him. He was obviously a technician or foreman working on a nearby construction site.

This kind of attire is common at breakfast stalls, but what Lu Ci found jarring was that the man was holding a steamed bun in one hand and a smartphone with a cracked screen in the other. The screen wasn't displaying short videos, but rather a red and green stock chart.

Moreover, at this moment, the screen of my brother's phone is covered in a lush green, even more abundant than a field of chives.

The eldest brother frowned, his face full of worry. He chewed on a steamed bun while staring intently at several speculative stocks that had just opened this morning and were rising slightly. His eyes were full of hesitation, and his thumb hovered over the "buy" button, not daring to make a move.

Seeing this stark contrast, Lu Ci couldn't help but swallow the porridge in his mouth and asked, "Big brother, you invest in stocks too?"

The middle-aged man was startled and looked up at Lu Ci.

Seeing that the young man was handsome and had clear eyes, and that his phone screen was displaying financial news, I knew that I had met a fellow "stock market enthusiast".

"Sigh, just messing around." The older man sighed, slamming his phone down on the table with a bitter expression. "Judging by your skills, young man, you're someone who knows your stuff?"

"Just starting out in the market, just browsing around." Lu Ci smiled and handed over a cigarette.

The man took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, as if to exhale all the pent-up frustration in his heart: "Take my advice, brother. This stock market is a bottomless pit. Don't let my current appearance and appearance fool you; I made a fortune in this business a few years ago."

As the two chatted casually, the older man started to open up.

My older brother's surname is Wang. A few years ago, when he first started investing in stocks, he was incredibly lucky. He caught a bull market, and even if he bought stocks blindly, they would rise.

After making a fortune, Brother Wang became arrogant and quit his job to trade stocks full-time. He dressed in a suit and went to high-end places every day, and people called him "General Manager Wang" all the time.

However, his good fortune didn't last long. Later, the market changed, and his old, unorthodox methods that relied entirely on luck simply didn't work.

The more he lost, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more he wanted to recoup his losses. He not only increased his leverage but also borrowed money from all over the place.

In less than six months, he not only lost all the money he had earned, but also ended up with a mountain of debt.

"There's no other way, I still have a wife and kids to support at home." Brother Wang shook his head with a bitter smile. "I can only pick up my old electrical skills again and come to this construction site to pay off my debts, working under the sun and wind."

I'm still trading, but I don't dare invest as much as before. My son is graduating from university next year, and we'll be needing to buy a house and get married soon. We're facing huge financial difficulties, so I'm hoping to recoup some losses in the stock market to cover the bride price.

As Lu Ci listened, he felt a pang of sorrow. This was the cruelty of the capital market; it was never short of overnight riches, but it was also littered with countless ruined lives like Brother Wang's.

"Hey bro, you've been staring at your phone for ages, got any recommendations?" Brother Wang asked half-jokingly, puffing on his cigarette. "Lately, everything I buy seems to drop, it's giving me a mental block. You're a smart young man, any good stocks in mind?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ci glanced down at his phone.

Guided by his intuition, which seemed to have a knack for "seeing through Buffett's eyes," and combined with the news he had just seen about new energy materials, his attention finally settled on a stock called "Donglin New Materials."

This stock is currently performing very poorly, even fluctuating slightly below the surface, and doesn't look like a potential stock about to explode.

"Take a look at Donglin New Materials," Lu Ci said casually, turning off his phone screen.

"Donglin New Materials?" Brother Wang quickly picked up his phone and searched for it. Looking at the lifeless candlestick chart, his brows furrowed even more. "Brother, are you kidding me? I've been watching this stock for months. It's practically dead, there's not even any major investor in it. Buying it is like throwing money into the water!"

A hint of distrust flashed in Brother Wang's eyes. He thought that the young man in front of him was probably just a novice who didn't know anything and only knew how to blindly follow trends.

Lu Ci finished the last mouthful of the preserved egg and lean pork congee, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and didn't argue.

He smiled and stood up: "I was just making this up, brother, don't believe it all."

Lu Ci scanned the payment code on the corner of the table and paid for breakfast.

Just as he turned to leave, Lu Ci suddenly stopped.

"Brother, if you're going to buy, remember that as soon as the price breaks through the 18.5 yuan range, no matter how fiercely it rises, immediately sell everything. Don't be greedy."

After saying that, Lu Ci turned and walked into the bustling crowd.

Brother Wang sat alone at the folding table, a cigarette butt between his fingers, staring blankly at Lu Ci's receding figure.

Why is this young man acting so strangely?

That tone was just like that of a fortune teller under a bridge!

Brother Wang looked down at the "Donglin New Materials" on his phone screen, caught in a deep dilemma.

Reason told him that this was utter nonsense.

But over this period of time, his so-called rational analysis has left him penniless.

Luck is a strange thing sometimes.

"Go to hell!"

Brother Wang gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh hard, and said, "Since everything I buy is going to fall anyway, I might as well listen to an outsider this time! Consider it money spent on a lucky charm!"

He took a deep breath, his fingers flying across the screen, and used the last tens of thousands of yuan he had saved to "recover losses" to buy into the struggling "Donglin New Materials" stock.