: I Want to Be a Stock Market God

Although some people at the Sihai Music Restaurant were feeling uneasy, the dishes they had ordered were still being served one after another, after all, they were quite expensive.

After many classmates left, only he, Hu Tu, Qin Xue, and Charles remained, which was somewhat comical, but no one cared at the moment.

Charles's home is near the Haitang District, quite far away. He opened a bottle of Rémy Martin and said, "If we're not leaving, let's all have a drink. It's no big deal. As for Caesar, I met him with my father; he's a talented man."

Qin Xue and Hu Tu were both taken aback.

Qiao Yuan was still thinking about the plan, but he had to admit that Charles, who was born into nobility, impressed him quite a bit, at least in terms of courage.

"Cough cough, I'm fine," Hu Tu said, feeling much more at ease after making a video call home.

He accepted Charles's Rémy Martin without any hesitation.

Qin Xue also got through on the phone; her parents were all well at home.

"Eat up, what's meant to happen will happen," Charles said calmly. "However, I can return to the main city tomorrow, oh, I mean my family."

Hu Tu had just taken a sip of Remy Martin when he scoffed speechlessly, "You're just showing off. Sigh, we still have ten days left."

Qiao Yuan knew that Charles was always putting on an act, just like he had been in school—a natural arrogance.

But he doesn't care anymore.

He was eating his food and even asked the restaurant to bring him a bowl of fried rice with eggs. Charles was right when he said that eating and drinking are the best things to do, and there's no point in thinking about it.

I earned 25,000 yuan in the past two days, but the aircraft and food and drinks cost another 7000 yuan, which is 18,000 yuan. I still need 40,000 yuan to cover the tuition.

But now he needs more than just tuition fees. The flying backpack is great, but it can only fly, and frankly, its speed is only so-so. You can't rely on it in critical moments. Like when he was chasing that bald guy in the future timeline, he almost lost him several times.

He wants to buy a car!

And it's about buying hovercraft!

Forget about brand new ones, I'll just get a used one and make do with it for now.

Even babies have intuition, so his intuition is even stronger; he prepares a car as a precaution.

Alternatively, you could buy a single-soldier mech suit, but that would probably be more expensive than the hovercar. Currently, there's a demon stand-in, so it depends on how much money you can make in the next few days.

Online is best, because you don't need to go to a physical store; you can make money from home by predicting the future.

It seems like he only has stocks, but he doesn't understand them very well, and the funds aren't credited in real time.

If you don't understand, you can learn. It's just a bit more troublesome. After thinking it over carefully, Qiao Yuan decided that stock trading should be kept out of the public eye, which was the most suitable for his low-key approach.

It's doable!

I want to be a stock market guru!

Qiao Yuan ate while thinking; right now, all he could think about was making money, and a lot of money at that.

The outside world was in turmoil due to the Zero Clan. The Joyful State was shrouded in a layer of gray fog at night, as if it had been hit by a massive sandstorm. This was all industrial pollution caused by the explosion of the psionic factory, which was terrible.

Today is Sunday the 8th, and tomorrow is Monday. I need to get the fresh air and impurity filter installed, which will cost another 2500 yuan.

[Beep beep, Grandma Xu is calling.]

Qiao Yuan's expression hardened. This was the old director of the Starry Sky Welfare Home. He decisively answered the call and immediately heard that familiar and loving voice.

"Is that Koyuki?"

"It's me, what's wrong, Grandma?"

After he spoke, Grandma Xu on the other end seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, didn't you say last month that you were working a summer job in the Fanxing Commercial District? There was just an explosion, and I was really worried. I called the baby first, but he didn't answer, so I was even more worried."

Qiao Yuan felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, "It's alright, Grandma. I went home on the 3rd. I was busy those two days and forgot to call. I'm having dinner with friends in the Meilin commercial district now. My baby just called me too, and she'll come pick me up later."

"That's good, that's good. Remember, when the baby goes into the embers, listen to her and don't run around."

Grandma Xu's concern and care subconsciously reminded Qiao Yuan of his time at the orphanage.

Although this world is cold and dark, there will always be some burning and bright light.

Yan Baobao is, and so is Grandma Xu.

Perhaps, in Yan Baobao's memory, he is also a blazing, bright light.

Qiao Yuan chatted with Grandma Xu for a long time, recounting some interesting things that had happened recently. This had been a habit for many years; Grandma Xu would call him almost every month, and also talk to the baby. He guessed that other children from welfare homes probably did the same.

A short while later.

"Xiao Yuan is getting better and better. You and your friends can continue eating. I'm sleepy and going to bed."

Goodnight, Grandma.

……

Before they knew it, it was nine o'clock. After Charles paid the bill, his butler came to pick him up in a car.

Just as Qin Xue was about to get into the car to go home, Hu Tu quickly called out, "Feed Qin Xue, um..."

Hu Tu's heart was already racing. He watched Qin Xue turn around and look at the dark night outside the restaurant. In this situation, he resolutely and bravely walked over.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xue stood at the restaurant entrance, her bangs disheveled by the evening breeze.

"I...uh," Hu Tu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, "I...I..."

Seeing this, Qin Xue's eyes flickered: "It's getting late, Hu Tu, I have to go back."

"Qin Xue! I...I like you!"

Hu Tu's face flushed red, and he finally managed to shout out the confession he had kept hidden for a year.

Qiao Yuan was standing next to the sofa in the hall. He didn't disturb him, but his eyes were full of blessings.

Qin Xue was stunned when she heard this, and her pretty face instantly became burning hot, so red that it looked like water could be wrung out.

Her heart pounded, and looking at Hu Tu, who was also blushing and shy, a hint of apology appeared in her eyes: "Thank you, but... I'm not ready yet..."

Hu Tu listened with great nonchalance: "Haha, I actually have a little bit too, but it's much better to say it out loud."

"Well, thank you again. My parents owe money, so it's probably not appropriate," Qin Xue said with a smile, waving her hand. "I'm off."

The more she acted this way, the more uncomfortable Hu Tu felt. He mustered his courage and said, "How about... I give you a ride? It's on my way, we're both in the west of Huanxi Prefecture, and it's all industrial pollution tonight..."

"..." Qin Xue fell silent subconsciously, but did not refuse; a faint joy flickered in her eyes.

Seeing this, Hu Tu stammered, "I...I'll take a taxi," and then he turned to look at Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan raised both hands and gave a thumbs up.

It seems that tonight's turmoil has some benefits, which is quite unexpected.

However, it was mainly Qin Xue's understanding nature that gave Hu Tu more courage.

He immediately went out and smiled at Hu Tu and Qin Xue as they got into the car, saying, "Be careful."

"Okay, goodbye Qiao Yuan, and you too," Qin Xue waved, her face flushed.

Hu Tu was even more excited, his eyebrows dancing with joy: "Good brother, just call me if you need anything, I'll be there anytime."

Qiao Yuan smiled without saying a word, watching the two leave in the floating taxi, gradually disappearing into the dark and turbulent night.

He then returned to the sofa in the lobby and leaned back, waiting for Yan Baobao, while searching on his phone for how to trade stocks, as he really knew nothing about this industry.

This search revealed that it required opening a bank account, linking a biometric DNA code, and learning about price limits, candlestick charts, and trading volume.

Then, analyze the market and select leading companies with good prospects and growth potential, or undervalued stocks and potential stocks in various industries.

There's also opening and closing prices, trading halts, leverage, full margin, commissions, big brokerages... It's really complicated!

Qiao Yuan felt a headache coming on. Oh well, he'd just open an account online first; there was no rush.

Twenty minutes passed.

He had just successfully opened an account online when an Ember hovercar descended outside the restaurant, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Qiao Yuan! Come on up." Yan Baobao waved to him from the cabin door, her messy pink hair fluttering in the wind, attracting a lot of attention.

He put away his phone, got up and walked over. Actually, he could have just taken a taxi home.

However, I had already made an appointment with the baby.

To avoid making the baby worry.

The floating vehicle was deserted, with only Yan Baobao and the blonde female captain, oh, and a few Zero Clan laborers whose hands and feet were locked.

Qiao Yuan remembered that Zhou Ye and other team members were not in the car tonight, but he didn't ask.

"I came especially to pick you up."

Yan Baobao smiled, her eyes narrowing, and handed over a lollipop: "Want some?"

"Eat," Qiao Yuan said without hesitation, taking the candy, tearing off the wrapper, and stuffing it into his mouth.

The female captain was on the phone: "Yes, I know. I'll go back to the station first."

"Are you off work yet?"

Yan Baobao shook her head helplessly: "Tonight will be busy, everyone's been mobilizing manpower. Actually, I'm worried about you. There's a factory near home, it's not safe there."

Qiao Yuan smiled and said, "It's alright."

"Why don't you come with us? Or you can stay at the Ember Bureau until things are settled." Yan Baobao said firmly, "That's the decision."

"Huh? Is it that serious?" Qiao Yuan's expression was solemn, and he subconsciously looked out the window again.