Chapter 0327: Market Opens

We often worry about losing something, only to find helplessly that we can never find it.

Because these things often represent some memory of ours.

Perhaps it's an embrace, perhaps an encounter.

For Zhao Fusheng, the trip to Shanghai marked the true beginning of his career.

He had read quite a few time-travel novels; after all, in that era everyone loved playing with their phones, and with wild imaginations, time-travel and rebirth novels were all the rage for a while. Zhao Fusheng couldn't escape the trend and read many novels on his phone.

Of course, most of these novels were nonsense—people casually traveled back to ancient times and quickly became kings, generals, or even emperors, while others became scholars or invented things like paper.

Even the worst reborn characters exuded an aura of dominance, with top talents bowing before them at every turn.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes wondered why he wasn't so lucky. Since his rebirth, he hadn't met any top talents, not even a few ordinary ones.

Most were ordinary people like Dong Guoxiang, yes-men who could follow orders but couldn't handle things independently—that was a pipe dream.

Of course, not to mention them, even Zhao Fusheng himself couldn't do it.

Let alone others, he originally thought Cheng Gong had a good impression of him and wanted to chat, but then Tan's father called to tell Zhao Fusheng: "Lawyer's fee is five thousand, thank you for your patronage."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng had a "MMP" in his heart, unsure if he should say it.

But there was no way around it; the man was a high-ranking lawyer. Since Zhao Fusheng had hired him for safety, he had to pay according to the rules.

"Damn, he said he was friends with my dad, so he gave us a discount." Tan Kaixuan also said indignantly.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Forget it, the money's already paid, no need to be angry."

He had earlier withdrawn five thousand from the bank, wrapped it in a red envelope, and had Tan Kaixuan deliver it to Cheng Gong.

He could understand Cheng Gong's current approach; after all, he was a professional lawyer, running a business, not a charity. He couldn't just not charge because they had a good chat.

"You're quite open-minded." Tan Kaixuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Fusheng and said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily: "Alright, the market's about to open, let's go in."

The weekend passed in a flash. The two were now at the entrance of the stock exchange, waiting for the new week to begin.

Following the crowd into the stock trading hall, looking at the big screen not far away, Tan Kaixuan found a spot to sit and asked Zhao Fusheng: "Are you nervous?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback; he remembered the first time Tan Kaixuan brought him here in his previous life, he had asked the same question. But back then, the guy was already a famous bottom-fisher in the stock market, and they weren't in this hall but in the VIP room of the exchange.

"To be honest, a little nervous." Zhao Fusheng smiled, giving the same answer as in his previous life.

"It's okay, death or life, nothing to be afraid of."

Tan Kaixuan laughed heartily, still so carefree.

In a daze, Zhao Fusheng seemed to see that spirited man. Back then, Tan Kaixuan truly commanded the stock market, moving billions of funds, living a luxurious life unimaginable to ordinary people.

But even so, his best friend was still Zhao Fusheng.

Tan Kaixuan had even hinted more than once at wanting to bring Zhao Fusheng along to make money, but Zhao Fusheng had refused every time.

In fact, everyone harbors ambitions to start their own business, especially when watching friends rise to prominence. Though they don't say it, there's always a sense of comparison inside.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng was like that. If he had been willing to follow Tan Kaixuan, he might have become wealthy long ago.

But his stubborn temper prevented him from making that choice. Despite repeated failures, Zhao Fusheng kept struggling until he was utterly disheartened and no longer wanted to fight.

"Market's open!"

"Market's open!"

Someone shouted, and the entire hall erupted like boiling water, quickly becoming lively. The people who had been whispering just moments ago all fixed their eyes on the screen in the center of the hall.

But Zhao Fusheng made no move; unlike Tan Kaixuan beside him, he didn't stand up to look.

"Young man, pretty calm." A middle-aged woman beside him smiled.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It'll rise when it should, fall when it should; we can't control it."

"That's true, but if the market goes up, at least our stocks can rise a bit more, right?"

The woman clearly didn't agree with Zhao Fusheng. For investors, the recent market had been too sluggish, nothing like the boom last summer. Watching their stocks shrink in value, with the whole market in the red, no one felt good.

"Yeah, red is better than green."

Zhao Fusheng tilted his head, smiled, and nodded.

"Ah..."

"It's dropping again, damn it..."

At that moment, the crowd around them suddenly erupted in noise, and many people started cursing. The middle-aged woman who had spoken to Zhao Fusheng also turned pale, clearly in a bad mood.

Tan Kaixuan, with a strange expression, came over to Zhao Fusheng.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously, noticing the conflicted look on Tan Kaixuan's face.

Tan Kaixuan smiled bitterly: "The market opened low. What's going on? Is it going to drop again?"

"Opened low?" Zhao Fusheng frowned. Though he didn't understand stocks, he knew that opening low meant a decline.

With that in mind, he asked Tan Kaixuan: "How are our stocks doing?"

Tan Kaixuan explained: "Right now, it seems about the same as yesterday's price, but I saw a lot of buy orders. Other stocks dropped several points, but ours only dropped one point."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If you have relatives, let them know. This should be the last chance."

Though he didn't understand stocks, Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that these stocks would surge significantly in the post-New Year market. He didn't understand why other stocks were falling while his held steady, but he felt this might indeed be the last opportunity to get on board.

Tan Kaixuan immediately dialed his father's phone and explained the situation. Tan's father didn't dare delay and quickly called his brother-in-law.

But after a few words on the phone, Tan's father hung up with a livid face.

When he called Tan Kaixuan back, Tan's father said solemnly: "Don't worry about your uncle and them. Just follow Xiao Zhao and do well."

Then Tan's father hung up with a bang.

Just now, he had called his brother-in-law to share the inside information, but was mocked for being old and timid. His brother-in-law said they had already bought a batch of stocks and were ready to feast with the market makers.

Tan Kaixuan held the phone, looking bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan strangely.

Tan Kaixuan shrugged: "Nothing, my dad just told me to follow you and work hard."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Alright, don't worry about them. Let's watch a bit more."

He had already extended his favor; whether it was seized depended on Tan's father's decision.

Sitting in the trading hall, watching the index fluctuate up and down like a person's heart, some beamed with joy, others looked ashen.

All were driven mad by stocks.

Among them, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly the calmest. Whether his stocks rose or fell, he acted as if he didn't see it, just sitting there without a word, not responding to anyone who tried to strike up a conversation.

Tan Kaixuan, on the other hand, was exceptionally excited, completely immersed in the stock market, occasionally thrilled by a one-cent rise or saddened by a one-cent drop.

Watching his back, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips. Just then, someone suddenly gasped, and in Tan Kaixuan's heart, an ominous premonition arose...