Gun-Ho had nothing to do in the mornings since the auction class started in the afternoon.
All he did was reading an economic newspaper and surfing the web.
"I don't have to feel pressured. Even though I don't make money for a year, it will cost me only about 20 million won."
Gun-Ho sometimes went to a public library to read books he hadn't have time for. He read some liberal arts books or business books.
"Maybe I should invest some money in stocks. I don't want to invest a lot because it's risky. Let's try 50 million won."
Gun-Ho studied stock charts.
"By looking at the trading volume and the moving average lines, Daehan Logistics, Lotte Chemical, and QM Steel look good. In addition, Daehan Logistics is on the market for M&A. Once it is sold to a big company, its stock price will hike. Lotte Chemical looks good too. QM Steel produces stainless steel pipes and it has a low debt ratio."
Gun-Ho had work experience in accounting, in addition to his studies in accounting at Zhejiang University. He could quickly read a company's financial statements. Gun-Ho selected these three companies and traded them on a daily basis. He sometimes lost and sometimes gained. His eyes hurt after looking at his computer monitor for long hours.
 
"They said that Daehan Logistics had been on the market but I don't see any movement related to it. Its stock price doesn't move and it's annoying. They said that CJ, Kumho Asiana Group, and Lotte Group are interested in acquiring it, but nothing happened yet."
Gun-Ho's expectation toward Daehan Logistics lowered. The volume of Lotte Chemical got low. Many of their products are exported to overseas including China, but the stock trading volume became low. Let's sell them once the price recovers to the original price I purchased at."
Gun-Ho didn't make money from Lotte Chemical either.
"The chart and the trading volume looks good. I'm not sure who is pressing the price."
 
Gun-Ho made some money from QM Steel.
"I invested 10 million won into QM Steel and the price went up by 3.5%. Even after I subtract the stock trading fee, I still made 300,000 won."
Gun-Ho went to an ATM close to his office-tel and withdrew 300,000 won he just made from the QM Steel stock trading.
"It's not bad at all. I made 300,000 won in two days."
Gun-Ho went to Gyeongbang Department Store, and bought t-shirts and a jacket with the 300,000 won; he felt like it was free money. He had an extravagant meal in a restaurant located on the top of the department store building.
"Let's sell some of Daehan Logistics and Lotte Chemical, and put them into QM Steel."
Gun-Ho invested 300,000 more in QM Steel and had fun doing something else.
QM Steel had potential. On the following day, Gun-Ho closely monitored the stock movement of QM Steel. Its stock price was exceeding the market price, and Gun-Ho sold his stocks at a good price while monitoring the one-minute chart.
"I made 200,000 won today."
 
Once Gun-Ho started making money by stock trading with QM Steel, he didn't want to do anything else but doing stocks in his office-tel.
"It's time to go to the auction class. Should I skip the class today? Or should I go? The stock market is still open."
Gun-Ho decided to go to the class.
"I should know about auction and I already paid for the course. It's hard to take my eyes off the stock chart though."
 
The instructor of the auction class explained about how to participate in an auction at a courthouse.
"There are a lot of websites showing the auction items. To have more details on the items, you can register certain websites by paying a small membership fee. If you see one you really like, you will have to go see it yourself."
The auction was interesting, maybe because it is easily found in daily life.
"Before you go see the item yourself, you should read and understand the information provided by the court website. Once a property is sold at an auction, it releases the financial institution's debt; however, you have to be careful with the issues with a tenant, right of superficies, and the Imchi right."
A student raised his hand and asked a question.
"What is Imchi right? I saw a banner on a building on the way to the class today; it said it was exercising its Imchi right."
"Imchi right is a legal term. It is created when one party entrusted money or objects to another party, and the receiving party promised to keep it safe. Usually, the construction company or renovation company exercise this right when they didn't get paid for their work."
Gun-Ho was not sure if he fully understood what the instructor said.
"A legal term is always difficult to understand."
 
Gun-Ho spent money more easily than before since he had been making some money from day trading. He now took a taxi instead of a bus or subway when he came home from his auction class in the private institution in Yongsan to his office-tel in Yeongdeungpo.
"A bus doesn't run often and I don't get a seat on a bus after the class because the bus is often full during the hours."
The taxi fare was not a big deal to Gun-Ho anymore.
 
There was no auction class today.
Gun-Ho felt lazy cooking his breakfast. He went to a porridge house close to his office-tel to have his breakfast; he had a vegetable porridge.
"Let's do the day trading with QM Steel today unless I see other exceptionally good stocks that exceed the average market price."
Gun-Ho sat his desk and opened the online stock trading website and logged in by entering his login ID, password, and his authorization certificate.
"Huh? What is this? The price stays the same and the trading volume is zero?"
It was strange. Gun-Ho clicked the official announcement.
"What? The company might be delisted and they are looking into it right now? Its president is accused of embezzlement? I invested 30 million won in QM Steel. Trading of this stock is not allowed until all become clear. F*ck! I can't touch my money until then."
 
Stock investment was difficult. Gun-Ho spent time studying about stocks and analyzing financial statements, and he carefully selected bottom-priced stocks to play with, but still, this sort of things happened to him.
An investigation of delisting of a company occurred when there was; embezzlement, breach of duty, fabricating a sales report or giving inaccurate publicly available information in bad faith, that was material enough to affect an investors' decision. Gun-Ho entered the stock discussion forum where he could get various information.
"The president took the company's money and ran away."
"The majority shareholder entity of QM Steel will start its rehabilitation process."
"That president committed embezzlement before, and he did it again during his probation period and already flew to another country."
All sorts of rumors came out.
Gun-Ho felt drained. What if he invested all of his 1,170 million won into the QM Steel stocks? The thought of it terrified him.
"Whoa, it's not difficult to lose everything in a day."
What Chairman Lee said crossed Gun-Ho's mind.
"I don't do stocks because I can't figure out the other player's cards. That's why I don't do stocks."
Gun-Ho could picture Chairman Lee smiling.
 
"What if they decided to delist the company stock? I will likely lose my shares. They might declare bankruptcy. Sh*t!"
Gun-Ho was so worried that he didn't even feel hungry for lunch.
"I lose 30 million won from my investment in QM Steel; if I add my living cost and the office-tel rent of 20 million won to it, I will lose 50 million won in total for the year… I can lose all of the money I made from China gradually in this way!"
Gun-Ho felt scared.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Wu Tong had spent two days in the Palace Museum. Time spent restoring ancient paintings went by fast even though she was just a spectator. She gained a lot of experience and was grateful just to fix some edges.
What she didn't expect was that on the third day, the master in charge of ancient painting restoration had arranged an important task for her. She was so excited she had broken into a small dance. Her professional skills had been recognized by an industry master, and it was not just a verbal recognition either! There was nothing else that could make her happier.
Oh, wait, there was. That would be the happiness from sharing this exciting news, for example, with Meng Fan.
"It's already pompous that you're so good looking, but you're talented too. You can really do whatever you want!"
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Of course, if these are compliments, then nothing I say is worth considering."
"What have you been up to lately? Oh right, how goes the voice acting business?"
Wu Tong and Meng Fan would often run, exercise, and stretch together in the morning as they chatted. They could both be considered the kind of people who were very open to conversation. Sometimes, Meng Fan would be the only one talking. While other times, Meng Fan would listen to Wu Tong talk. They had a good understanding of each other's past.
For example, Meng Fan knew that it was Wu Tong's dream to restore artifacts in the Palace Museum.
And another example was that Wu Tong knew that Meng Fan's other dream besides creating a manga was to become a voice actor.
Meng Fan had told her about his voice acting applications and even about the time he met a voice acting director because he had gotten hit by a diamond ring. That was why Wu Tong asked.
"It's going okay. I've recorded for a cartoon TV show, which should be airing soon, but it's a preschool animation. Oh, and some video game characters as well. Overall, the experience has been pretty good. Dreams are a funny thing. The scariest thing is realizing your dream only to find out that it just feels so so."
"The way you talk makes me want to beat you up."
"Then come hit me!"
"... I'm gonna go. I have to do some homework tonight."
"How much longer until you're done with everything?"
"Probably another week or so. They only need me for three days, so I'll head back to school afterward."
Wu Tong's trip was set to last three or four days, but because of the large number of tasks she'd been given, she had to stay another three or four days.
In the blink of an eye, it was November 22nd already. Meng Fan didn't go to the Chocolate Factory for he had already recorded all the roles he had been given. Currently, he had played 47 roles that were approved by the System. The time spent in the studio had also accumulated to 1300 minutes or 22 hours.
He had requested more roles from director Charlie, but they were all roles that required a lot of work, so the progress of gaining experience became much slower.
Director Charlie could tell that Meng Fan wanted to test out some other roles, so he agreed to find some more video game commissions just for him. He told Meng Fan to rest for a few days, and that he would call Meng Fan once the listings came.
"Where are you?"
"Almost there, on the way."
In the morning, Meng Fan woke up. He ran his half marathon and showered. He ate his breakfast then he worked on his manga. During this time, Qin Jiao called him. He checked the time and hurried outside, almost forgetting his appointment with Qin Jiao because he was so lost in his art.
"Which way are you going, huh? The stairway to heaven?"
When Meng Fan arrived at the studio, Qin Jiao rolled her eyes at him before throwing down two books. ""Guide To Campus RoMANce". Bleh. what a stupid name. The layout and cover for the second volume are all done. I didn't ask for your opinion and told the publishing house to go ahead with the printing. Oh right, they also reprinted the first volume, the same as last time. It was just that the cover was remade in the style of the second volume."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Meng Fan took the two volumes in his hands and chuckled to himself as he flipped through them, thanking Qin Jiao through his smirks. "You said the second volume would be handed to the publishing house to distribute and sell. What about the first volume?"
Qin Jiao responded, "The same, there is a dealer taking over. I estimate that the stock will arrive tomorrow or the day after, but the stock for physical retail should be available way later. It will be up on the internet soon, though. We've printed 5000 copies of the first volume, the same as the first print for the second volume. The publisher and the dealer have said that if nothing goes wrong, you should make a total sales of 20,000 copies once the third volume comes out."
Meng Fan nodded. He wasn't surprised by these estimations, even thinking the publisher had been too optimistic in their estimates. After all, he wasn't a popular manga artist, and "Guide To Campus RoMANce" had a small audience. It would be incredible if the third volume could boost his sales to 20,000 copies.
It couldn't be compared to "There's A Spirit Underground", for Mr.Sleepy had so many fans, and they had no pressure selling 50,000 copies in the first batch.
Coincidentally, the first volume of "There's A Spirit Underground" was released for sale today as well. Mr.Sleepy had found a very powerful publisher and distributor, who had made his stock available in stores in all the first and second-tier cities. Physical sales, e-commerce sites, and online booksellers had all released it at the same time as well.
It was supposed to release at 9:00 am online since most physical stores opened around this time too.
How much did they make in sales?
The sales data for physical stores was definitely hard to obtain, but the sales from mature websites were easily accessible.
Of course, to Meng Fan, he didn't need to check. He could look at the figures for [Professional Manga Artist] in his mind and know the approximate number.
At the moment, the sales experience of this task was 12,300. Up until now, which was 10:00 am, the figures for the first volume of "There's A Spirit Underground" had sold more than 10,000 copies.
Before this, the first volume for "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had been distributed by himself, so he had gained zero experience from it. Hence, 12,300 was the most accurate sales number at the moment.
"We've broken the 10,000 mark!"
Mr.Sleepy gave Meng Fan a call, saying that his book fans had done so and so to help him break the ten thousand mark.
Alright, because of the experience involved with this task, Meng Fan wanted more than anyone in the world to know the sales numbers. No dealer could match his speed, nonetheless Mr.Sleepy.
"Today, yes today, our sales could exceed 30,000. I told you, 50,000 copies for its first batch was too little! Sigh. Why aren't you excited?!"
"Huh? I'm excited, but I don't show it."
"... Speaking of this, the second volume should begin printing soon. The first print will be a bit less so 30,000 copies. The publisher is asking when can it be published; do you have any suggestions?"
"Me? I obviously also hope for it to be out as soon as possible." This was Meng Fan's real attitude toward it. For now, 10,000 copies in sales didn't seem hard anymore, and he knew that this involved profit, so he said, "But this is just my opinion. As for how to actually operate it, you should go over it with the publisher."
Meng Fan didn't know what kind of method could increase sales, like if they continuously publish two or three volumes at once or release them separately. It was unclear to Meng Fan, and he couldn't decide.
He had already discussed with Qin Jiao to publish a third volume of "Guide To Campus RoMANce" in addition to the two on hand. He would also give the last volume for Qin Jiao to handle, so it could reach publication as soon as possible.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

   
    "Hey, give me a copy of the morning newspaper. Huh? Is that a new magazine? A copy of VOGUE too." 
    "I’ll take that VOGUE!"
    An office worker threw 15 yuan in the box and grabbed the last VOGUE without hesitation before hurrying away. 
    The white-collar worker stared at the empty shelf in shock. Her magazine had been taken away. 
    "Do you have one more copy?" she asked the stallholder.
    Lao Zhang's face was as wrinkled as a blooming chrysanthemum. "Don't worry, I’ll keep one for you in the evening."
    "Okay, don’t forget. I’ll drop by at six o’clock. I want the VOGUE with the black-and-white cover."
    "No problem!" Lao Zhang promised. 
    He unconsciously glanced at his watch. It was just half past eight. If the delivery was on time, it would catch the end of morning peak time. 
    He called Wang Xiaor.
    "The number you are dialing is busy now, please call again later..."
    "Hello, Mr. Zhang?" Wang Xiaor answered. His phone was hot. "Do you want more copies? How many? Okay, wait for me."
    "No, I don't know how much stock there is. I wouldn’t lie to you. We all like money. Just wait for my call." 
    Wang Xiaor hung up. His five newsstands were all out of stock. He received an extra 100 orders that day. That new magazine was selling like hot bread!
    I should have been aware of this situation. Other colleagues must be experiencing the same problem. I have to hurry and find Brother Pipe.
    It was silent inside the VOGUE headquarters. The assistant looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8:40. Morning peak time would end in one hour and 20 minutes.
    The phones on the table were ringing one after the other.
    "Hello? Yes, this is the Distributing Department. Okay, an extra 12,000 copies. No problem!" 
    "Hello, 6,000 for today and 50,000 for tomorrow. Okay!" 
    They answered the phones in a muddle. In two minutes, the statistics were on the desk of the director. The total tally was 17,000.
    SH: 21,000
    TJ: 8,000
    GZ: 12,000
    ...….
    The statistics from 10 cities came out before the sales peak time. The amount reached 80,000 on the first day. 
    Qu Xuemei made several calls. The machines in the printing factories started running again. In one day, 70% of the stock had been sold out. She was expecting the final sales volume during the first week. 
    No one would stand in her way. Everyone was in awe of her foreseeing abilities. She was a charismatic leader in their eyes. 
    The total sales volume on the first day was 170,000, which was equal to ELLE’s sales volume.
    Looking at the ELLE building and its neon lights across the street, Qu smiled imperceptibly. This was only the beginning. The bold always had the last laugh. 
    In time, the sales volume gradually fell down. After the first golden week, it was not worth mentioning anymore. 
    An analysis of VOGUE appeared on their competitors’ desks. 
    Its sales volume was 1.7 times higher than ELLE’s and 1.3 times higher than Rayli’s. VOGUE was the champion of the month. 
    This was the first time this had ever happened in China. Forcing a smile, Yin Yan threw the report into her paper shredder. As she watched the paper stripes fall in the dustbin, she felt something bitter in her mouth, as if she’d just drunk a cup of espresso without sugar.
    There was a chance in front of me, but I didn’t take it. If I could start over, I would have shouted at Qu Xuemei, "Leave him to me! Leave Qin Guan to me!" 
    Nearly all the advertising departments of the best brands, including watches, accessories, bags, shoes, etc, had received VOGUE’s statistics. 
    Satisfied with the surprising numbers, they had drawn a circle around VOGUE.
    On the party for the final editing of "Graceful Princess", Fang Pingping flipped through the latest VOGUE absent-mindedly. She showed the cover to her agent unhappily.
    "I want to be VOGUE’s cover girl."
    "Impossible!"
    "Why? Qin Guan is on the cover." 
    "This is the Asian version, not the original one."
    "That's okay!" 
    Her agent licked her lips awkwardly. "VOGUE has exceptional taste. Their tradition is to invite famous models to be on their covers. I guess it's possible for Chinese actresses to be cover girls, but you are not that famous."
    Fang Pingping got angry. "Which actress would be qualified enough? Tell me!" 
     "Zhang Manyu!"
    "She’s nothing special! She just debuted earlier, that’s why she’s more popular! If I could get a good script, I’d be more famous too!"
    Fang Pingping stared at the aesthetic cover photo. If I could be a cover girl, I’d be as pretty and dazzling as Qin Guan! 
    Reality was cruel though. Luck did not always favor people.
    In one week, the resumes of models from various agencies were piled on Qu's desk.
    Most of them were willing to take a shot for free. Qu stared proudy at Qin Guan’s cover photo, which was hanging on the wall. It had been expanded several times. She caressed his sexy jaw.
    He is my fastest horse...
    Those battles didn't influence Qin Guan, who was carrying two boxes of beer home from the nearest supermarket. 


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

When Xie Yuansheng left for the office, all he could think of was the look of excitement Feng Xinying's face. He knew that it was the look when she was into preparing dishes in the kitchen. He didn't know what else to think all the way to the office.
After he had left, Feng Xinying switched on the TV again to see the business news. Although Xie Yuansheng had assured her that it wouldn't make a difference to the Feng Conglomerate, she was anxious. She was anxious because after Xie Weihui's experience, she had come to know one thing, and that was that for hostile takeovers, people could go to any length. Lim Chuen was one such man. 
When the market opened, the price of the share had fallen down by 0.5 Yuan but it had stayed at that value for an hour before it started rising. Feng Xinying was seeing the reverse of what she had imagined. She was looking at the news biting her finger nails. All her manicured hands were looking like a mess by the end of two hours. She had become very tired watching the news and so she left the TV room and went to take a bath. When she returned she saw that the share price had risen by four percent. 
Based on the company's performance, the stock exchange had decided to give Feng Conglomerate a price band of twenty percent, which means that beyond a specific limit, the share price of the company cannot rise or fall. This price band was based on the previous day closing price. 
When Feng Xinying stitched the TV, she saw that the company had already gained four percent. She felt very positive but anxious at the same time. She switched the channels where they were talking about her return to the company and how the major share market players looked at it. One of them said that it was an excellent indicator. Since the company was always under the able leadership of Mr. Xie Yuansheng, it has been doing well, but the return of its heir kind of a fairytale. Hence the people like that factor. According to him the value would increase and so would the image of the company.
Chang Ling had managed to talk to two TV channels and after giving them lots of money, she had asked them to bring as much negative vibes about Feng Xinying as possible. So in those two news channels, the news anchors were only trying to dig all things negative about the company. One of them said, "Feng Xinying was a model before coming back to the company. Since when do the models have high IQ? All they have is their body to show off. If Miss Xinying can, she should return to the world of modeling or better go back to America."
Feng Xinying was very appalled by him and so she changed the news channel. She regretted not being able to do her college. She wanted all those years back… 
Chang Ling watched those two channels and was happy that this would bring the share price down. She reassured Lim Chuen who was sitting in front of his computer screen ready to buy at the slightest dip now. 
Feng Xinying started watching another news channel and suddenly she saw that the share price had gone up by ten percent. All the news channels had started talking about Feng Conglomerate. Some of them talked about its history also. One of them stated that they had been trying to contact the officials at Feng Conglomerate but couldn't. All of them were unavailable for comments. 
Ever since Xie Yuansheng had heard that the company share price was rising in the stock exchange, he had instructed all his people not to talk to the media. He was into taking meetings and there was not an iota of emotion on his face regarding the share price. He wanted this to be as low key as possible. 
It was in the next hour that Feng Xinying looked at the news with her hands on her mouth. The share trading for Feng Conglomerate was suspended. She called Xie Yuansheng but his phone went unanswered. 
She was stunned. She didn't know that the market would go that way. She felt dizzy and went to the bathroom to throw up. 
The Feng Conglomerate stock had hit its upper circuit and its trading was suspended for the day until the share price came below its circuit range, which was highly unlikely. 
When Feng Xinying came back and looked at the news regarding stock exchange, there was a huge positive market sentiment. People were talking about how rarely they saw such excellent vibes in the market. Feng Xinying's return was seen in an optimistic way. She was very emotional. She took her hands to her tummy and stroked it fondly. She whispered to her baby, "See you are so lucky for mommy." 
She was so emotional that tears of joy came out of her eyes.
Suddenly she saw a major TV news channel was interviewing Xie Yuansheng in his office. 
"Good afternoon, Sir, thank you for giving us this rare opportunity to talk to you." he said and continued, "Today we see a very rare occurrence in the stock exchange. Your company's share trading had to be suspended for the rest of the day. Were you anticipating it?" 
Xie Yuansheng looked very calm and said, "We were not expecting it at all. No one can predict market sentiments."
Anchor asked, "After it was announced to the world that Miss Feng Xinying is none other than the daughter of Feng Zhantian, weren't you afraid that people are going to see your wife in a different way."
Xie Yuansheng looked at the anchor coldly and said, "The market sentiment has proved that they had taken the news positively. What else can I say?" 
The anchor got the hint that the CEO didn't want to talk about his wife, so the next few questions that he asked were mostly about Feng Conglomerate and its future. When the interview ended, Feng Xinying had a huge smile on her face. She switched off the TV and went downstairs. It was afternoon now and it was time for surprise.


Warning: The novel contains mature scenes. 

Feng Xinying was an heiress of a billion dollar empire. She was a model by profession, a celebrity hailed by all as a winner in life. 

Suddenly she found that all she had was but an illusion. Upon her father's death, her company fell into the hands of Xie Yuansheng, leaving her with nothing but a fiery anger and indignation. And Xie Yuansheng was no easy man to deal with. 

Forced to be his secretary, Feng Xinying was fuming mad, never wanting to compromise on her career. 

Unfortunately, things were not going as she planned, and while she was hostile towards Xie Yuansheng, he was eager to mark her as his. 

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Before he was reborn, he loved Feng Xinying crazily and all he wanted was to make her his for the lifetime. But she hated him to the core because he mistreated her, caged her and didn’t let her go anywhere. He was suspicious of her movements. He knew that she hated him, and so he only tightened his control over her. 

After his rebirth, he looked differently at her. Xie Yuansheng was ready to make all amendments in this lifetime. 

From being the worst husband, he became the best that would dote on his wife. This is a story of how two people came to meet each other. She hated him first and then fell in love irrevocably. 

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The story will take you through the upheavals of emotions and situations that will make you cry, laugh and hate! Stay with me for this Sugar and Spice saga and you won't regret!

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Other two novels by me:
Two Contracts: My Lover is a CEO
Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha

It might be a little confusing when you read the story. 

There are two factors in this story:
1.core
2.cultivation level

The first one is the source of their life and the indicator of their elements which they can use to cultivate. 

For example, if Xue has a wood core he is more proficient with wood elements techniques. He can cultivate other elements but his attacks will be far inferior to someone who has that specific element. 

And the core has four levels:
1. Ordinary
2. primitive
3. Mutant
4. Sacred
These levels show how far can a person cultivate and use their techniques more proficiently. 

The core of a creature cant level up. For example, it cant level up from ordinary to a primitive

The second is the cultivation:
It has only Ascension and Origin for volume 1. 

1. Ascension: it has five levels. In this stage, the person would unlock her meridians and learn how to use elements and find their own elements. The first two levels (first and second) will unlock all the meridians and shows with which element you are more proficient. The second two levels (third and fourth) is when you choose your skills and learn how to use your energy. And the last (fifth) is about laying your foundation for the next stage.
2. Origin: it has four levels. The first two are about creating Origin Core and merge it with your own core. The third level is about using your energy outside the body.  The fourth level which is the last one is about becoming one with your core. 

There is another factor: the soul. Its cultivation level is the same.

Be careful not to get confused. If you have more questions ask in the comments and I will answer ASAP.

I'm taking a hiatus to stock up on chapters- The Dragon Ball portion of the story has been fulfilled and the Z portion will move on next volume.

Will Raditz fare well?
Will we see ghost Nappa, will we see Vegeta? 
How will Frieza fare? 
Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z.
See you all on Volume 3 - The Space Oddysey

And in the meantime check out my other Books:
Leonard Stark and Traversing The Infinite Planes

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Harem Seekers F*ck Off
System Seekers F*ck Off]

The names Yamcha- you may have known me for my failure's- but if I had a chance to right the wrongs that I'd been dealt I'd take it- 

And I've got that chance so I will no longer stand at the sidelines, waiting for Goku to fight off our enemies...

No longer will I wait as my world becomes run by aliens, by war mongering apes- 

No I Will Train and reach heights unheard of by any warrior in the boundless Multiverse.

I will fight- and protect my world from devastation- Unite our Universe from devastation

I'm YAMCHA- The Desert King

Mithra and his muscular companion flew away from Bogula's base. They were heading to Mithra's House, the Elixir Hut, which was located at the lower side of the city.
"Are you trying to protect that apprentice, professor?" the bulky man asked.
"He has great talent and has obtained decent alchemy legacy," Mithra said as he held his chin. "Such talented young men are already scarce. We should not let them go extinct in this world."
The bulky figure nodded uncertainly. "If you want to keep the root of alchemy going, professor, you can simply extract his memory."
"His talent goes well with his legacy but does not fit with my theories. It'll be pointless for me to acquire something I cannot use. Let's not destroy a promising genius like this."
The giant man nodded. He found it a good thing that he got to know a "future" master alchemist. He could always ask for Angor's help in crafting items later, which was even better if Angor really became a Mystery alchemist somehow.
But the man still got more questions in his mind.
"Hey, Sabot. Where are you going?" Mithra landed at his destination and watched as his student flew farther.
The man name "Sabot" halted and then returned with an embarrassed smile.
"What's troubling your mind?" Mithra asked while walking to his hut.
The "Elixir Hut" lived up to its name since it was just a simple wooden cottage. A chimney on the house was releasing smoke into the environment, which meant a fire was burning inside.
From the glass window of the hut, people could see the cozy interior glowing with gentle, orange firelight.
"Still thinking about that apprentice," Sabot replied as he rubbed his temples. "I believe I saw him from somewhere but I can't find it in my memory."
Most wizards possessed superior memorization abilities. Certain wizards with exceptionally high spiritual power indicator could even do something similar to "hyperthymesia". However, this was not the case for "Mad Bear" Sabot, who majored in Bloodline Art. The man only had an indicator of 12.
He could still remember a lot of things in his life, but it wasn't so easy for him to recall the details.
"Did you really?" Mithra opened the door to the hut. There were no expansion runes used here. The inside of the hut looked as small as it appeared to be. A pudgy-looking woman was making bread using an iron box on a desk. When she saw Mithra entering, she wiped her hands on her apron and quickly addressed the old man.
"Good evening, Mistress Yeliya." Sabot bowed politely to the woman. Yeliya was Mithra's wife, as well as his lifelong partner. They had been together ever since they were apprentices.
"Come, Sabot. Try some of my potato toast!" Yeliya took out some of her baked bread. "You too, old lad. You both went to meet up with the alchemist that Diablo told us about. So, how was it?"
"He's a brilliant child," Mithra answered, "I just invited him to come here some time."
"I see you really like him. Sabot, did you see Toya today? How's the kid?"
"He says he misses you after spending his time in Silent Hill for three years. He'll come to visit you tomorrow." Sabot nodded.
Yeliya's wrinkled face revealed a kind smile. "Good. Then I shall prepare something nice to eat. The little imp's going to make a mess in the house, no doubt."
Despite her jokes, everyone knew Yeliya really loved Toya. She had been regarding the boy as her own child.
"He went to Bogula last year, right? So what's in him that interested you so much?" Mithra asked as he smiled at his wife. "Last time I thought about teaching him something in my lab, you asked him to sit by and 'monitor' my work. Then I had to give him something precious instead. Aren't you going to spoil him like this?"
"Precious? It's just several glasses of Glowing Velvet."
While the old couple "argued" with each other, Sabot thought about something else in his mind. 
Toya joined Bogula last year… Last year?
"I got it!" Sabot suddenly yelled.
"What is it?" Mithra and Yeliya both looked at the man who interrupted their quarrel.
"That apprentice, Angor… I knew I saw him before. Last year, I took a mission where I had to protect The Redbud. I agreed to the mission because I thought I could have some change of scenery for once. Three wizard organizations sent their guides to recruit, and Angor was one of the talents found by White Coral Floating Island Academy."
"You mean, Angor is the academy's student?" Mithra tried and failed to recall any famous alchemist who originated from there.
"No, he didn't go to the academy." Sabot frowned and showed a strange expression. "I think… Mister Bogula might get himself in big trouble."
"Are you saying Angor belonged to someone special?"
Sabot nodded. "If nothing went wrong after the incident, Angor was accepted by none other than the killing machine from the south, Mister Phantom Master."
Sunders?!
Those words shocked Mithra and Yeliya both. They quickly believed Bogula's assumption that Bogula would run into something really bad.
"You sure about it?"
Sabot nodded again and described what happened in Barbie's Restaurant.
It took them a moment to digest what they learned.
Yeliya broke the silence first. "If this is the case… I don't think Mister Phantom will do anything. Just think about what happened to Blood Witch."
"This is different," Mithra said as he shook his head, "and not only because of Angor's alchemy talent. Bogula shouldn't have a good reason to harm Angor in the first place."
"Bogula…" Yeliya sighed in distress. "Gods know what's gotten into his mind, going after blond people like crazy. But maybe we can do something before it's too late. You just said you invited the boy to come, right? Let's ask him to stay here so that Bogula can't do anything if that man goes mad again."
Sabot agreed with Yeliya. He still remembered how he felt like a helpless insect when faced with Sunders' might. It was so true that Bogula was in deep trouble.
Mithra frowned. "Speaking of too late… When I was at Crystal Palace yesterday, I heard that Sunders already arrived at Floating Mech City. Sabot, find Bogula and tell him what's happening. I'm going to fetch Angor right now." 
With that, Mithra quickly left the hut.
"Remember to bring Toya along with you," Yeliya added.
…
This was an eventful night.
There was a long street in the main city district; it didn't have as many shops as the trading section, yet this place was a famous consumer's heaven as well.
There were all types of entertainment facilities. Pleasure House alone had set up multiple of their stores here. Along this street named "Beinzweinz", people could find proper places for both men and women or someone in between.
A short, fat man rushed into Beinzweinz Street and entered a small building while covered in sweat.
Judging from his clothes and physical condition, he was undeniably an ordinary mortal. Even so, most mortals living inside Floating Mech City all shared family relations with supernaturals. 
This man was called Pride. Both his father and twin brother were apprentices.
Using their help, Pride won himself a job in this small building that was related to supernaturals.
The first thing he saw in the building were piles of papers flying about as if someone were tossing them around. However, there was no one carrying them. The papers headed toward designated locations on their own as if they possessed intelligence.
There were a desk and a chair to Pride's right side, but their owner was currently somewhere else—at a bar stand drinking and chatting with someone. 
The absence of an owner didn't prevent the quill and notes from working on their own as they drafted beautiful handwritings.
Pride knew that this was done by using something called "Spiritual Power". He saw similar stuff in his father's study.
He was envious of such power, but he only had a spiritual power indicator of 9, which prevented him from becoming a talent.
He didn't give up yet. Also with the help of his family, he learned that there was a special potion called Potion of Austere Night, which could increase his indicator by 2 points, thus granting him a chance of becoming a talent.
The potion was costly. He almost earned enough money. If his exclusive magazine kept selling well, he'd soon get enough salary to buy a glass of the potion from an Apothecary alchemist.
When thinking about this, Pride calmed his excited mood.
There was a mortal girl with well-developed breasts sitting behind a desk to his left. Pride had been pursuing this girl named Jolene for a while now, both in reality and in his dreams. However, the lady kept her distance.
Jolene was now reviewing all kinds of articles that they received from different parts of the world. Each article would be checked three times. She was responsible for the first one.
Pride's working place was a magazine intended for wizards; it was called "Precision Sky" and the place published an edition each month.
Now was the 555th year since Precision Sky was established. This month's edition would be their 6666th volume in total. A memorable number, both to the magazine office and to Pride.
The magazine office just began to hire mortals to manage the publishing works, and they wanted to see the outcome of it.
Since Pride was the main editor for Precision Sky this month, this was a perfect chance for him to gain a raise in salary or post. 
"Pride, I got the sample for you. Personally, I think this one should be as good as the last one, if not better," Jolene said as she handed Pride a moderate-sized book.
Just to select better articles, they had been working together without sleeping for three full days. Pride already reached his mortal limit.
"I trust your capability," Pride flattered his "future wife" without looking at the book. "If we release a good edition and help wizards kill time, then Mister Vonsman will make me a permanent chief editor. Then we can—" 
"Oh, stop it." Jolene chuckled and said, "Check out the sample, pretty please."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Wang Baole left the hallucination realm with his faith in Little Missy intact and great hopes for the Dark Corpse Face Art. He immediately started practicing in the cave abode.
However, regardless of how hard he tried to sense the Dark Spirit Qi in the Spirit Qi around him, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. He didn't believe that he couldn't do it and poured in more effort studying. At the same time, he also began cultivating the Lightning Dao: First Volume.
If there had been no basis for comparison in the first place, he wouldn't have realized how difficult the Dark Art was. The Lightning Dao: First Volume was a mysterious cultivation technique. It was obviously a challenging technique to learn and master. If that weren't the case, the Ethereal Dao College wouldn't have restricted its practitioners to those with a Foundation Establishment core formed from a fully intact artifact. 
When compared with the Dark Art though, Wang Baole was caught by the realization that… the Lightning Dao: First Volume was much simpler than the Dark Art. Others would be flabbergasted if they knew this was how he felt.
With a different point of reference came a different perspective.
Time passed steadily. Soon, a month had gone by. In that month, he had risen from the True Breath realm to the Foundation Establishment realm. His cultivation level had exceeded the required cultivation for a Deputy Pavilion Head at the Dharmic Armament Pavilion. It was no longer appropriate for him to remain in his current post in the Dharmic Armament Pavilion.
The organizational structure in the four Dao Colleges was slightly different from that in the other political institutions. His position as the Deputy Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, for example. If it had been an equivalent position in another political establishment, it wouldn't have fallen to a True Breath realm cultivator to take up the role. At the very least, the position would have gone to a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.
The four Dao Colleges were different though. Tradition dictated that all disciples who reached the Foundation Establishment realm would have to join the Federation. They would train and continue their cultivation in the various government departments. This was why a True Breath realm cultivator could hold the position of a Deputy Pavilion Head in a Dao College. 
In the same month, Chen Yutong had already shed his role as Deputy Pavilion Head and taken up office in the Federation Capital. His Deputy Pavilion Head position had laid the foundation for his promotion to his next office, which was of a higher status when compared to the other cultivators who had recently reached the Foundation Establishment realm.
The other disciples who had reached the Foundation Establishment realm in the most recent Mystic Luna Realm episode had also received their transfer orders in the same month. They had gone their separate ways and begun their deployment and life after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.
This was the case for Lu Zihao as well; he had been transferred to Venus. He intended to send a warning to Wang Baole before he left, to let Wang Baole know that they were all Foundation Establishment realm cultivators now. He wanted Wang Baole to stop addressing him as his son whenever he saw him.
However, he recalled the series of violent and brutal acts committed by Wang Baole on the moon and decided not to risk offending the latter. Erring on the side of safety wouldn't go against his principles…
Zhuo Yifan didn't choose to leave. He decided to remain in the college and was made the Pavilion Head of the Combat Pavilion. Even though his cultivation had reached the Foundation Establishment realm, the Combat Pavilion was a unique place. Having a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator as a Pavilion Head wasn't something forbidden.
As for Zhao Yameng, Wang Baole had his guesses. Her family background must have been pretty impressive for her home to be in the Federation Capital. He wasn't surprised when she came to bid farewell and inform him that she was leaving for an office in the capital city. He gave her a strong hug, then spoke just as she narrowed her eyes and was about to say something. 
"Yameng, take care of yourself. Let me know if anyone bullies you. We're all part of the Male Gods Society and brothers to one another!"
Zhao Yameng heard what Wang Baole said and gave him a deep, unfathomable look. Then, she smiled gently and left.
Throughout the month, Wang Baole saw many people off, but the transfer orders for him didn't arrive. Wang Baole found this surprising.
Is it because they aren't sure where to put me? That's good news. I may be in for a surprise! Wang Baole became excited at the thought. He had a mind to seek Bunny out, but he found out that she was still in seclusion.
That made him slightly mopey. He stood outside the Alchemy Pavilion, staring and sighed.
Bunny won't turn into an old bunny after she comes out from seclusion, right…? The Alchemy Pavilion is trying to drive a wedge between two lovers! Bunny, my mother forced me to go for matchmaking sessions. I turned them all down for you!
Dispirited, Wang Baole remembered Du Min. He then found out that Du Min had left the college with a few other Combat Pavilion disciples on a mission.
Utterly bored out of his mind, Wang Baole went back to his cultivation. He began to craft and stock up on his previously expended stock of Numinous Treasures as well. The remainder of his time was spent in seclusion, practicing the two cultivation techniques.
He had a plan set out. The Lightning Dao: First Volume would allow him to form the first lightning bolt inside his body, and the Dark Art would give him the Dark Fire once mastered.
Both mystic arts would enhance his battle prowess while he was still at the Foundation Establishment realm, and his green lotus further augmented his physical capabilities. He thought himself quite powerful already.
Another month passed, and Wang Baole's transfer orders still didn't arrive. He was starting to feel anxious. He thought for very long and decided that he would wait for another month. If the transfer orders still didn't appear then, he would seek the Sect Lord for answers.
By now, most of the familiar faces in the college had left. There were many in the Dharmic Armament Pavilion who continued to treat him civilly and with respect, but it all felt meaningless.
Fortunately, he still had Liu Daobin at his side. That made Wang Baole feel slightly better. He thought about how he was going to be deployed soon. In the remaining time he had, while waiting for his transfer order, Wang Baole started making plans for promotions and advancements.
He made arrangements for Liu Daobin and the other subordinates who had followed him from the Lower Academy Island. Liu Daobin especially had passed the Armament Soldier Assessment while Wang Baole had been cultivating in the Mystic Luna Realm. He was made the person-in-charge of the College Administrative Department.
The others were also assigned their respective offices. They would work closely with Chen Yutong's subordinates to ensure that the Dharmic Armament Pavilion remained under their control even after Chen Yutong and Wang Baole left. 
Wang Baole even made a trip to the Lightning Domain. He endured the lightning blasts and made it through the final two bouts of lightning strikes, being rewarded with the final two cultivation techniques. He gained the full set of cultivation techniques from the Lightning Domain and was now able to wield… the Electromagnetic Pulse! 
He realized that he would gain a better effect if he practiced the Lightning Dao: First Volume inside the Lightning Domain. As a result, he spent most of his remaining time there.
Wang Baole finally obtained his first lightning talisman and had it tattooed on his right leg. He could feel the pulsating power of a lightning bolt inside his right leg. He still hadn't made any headway with the Dark Art, but by then, his transfer orders had finally arrived.
The Sect Lord summoned him to Sky Path Island and personally met him. In the great hall of the Sky Path Island, he presented two options before Wang Baole!
"Baole, you're aware of the college tradition. Because of the attention you drew during your time in the Mystic Luna Realm, the Federation has given your deployment a great deal of consideration. They finally came to a decision, though you still have the final say!
"The first option is to remain in the college. You will become the Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion and receive a Primary Rank Five Noble! A True Breath realm Pavilion Head isn't given a noble title. Only Foundation Establishment realm cultivators are entitled to a noble title!
"The other option is to take up office in the Martian Colony. The exact position will be decided by the Martian Colony Governor after you arrive. Don't worry, you'll be guaranteed a position that is befitting of a Primary Rank Five Noble!" 
The Ethereal Dao College Sect Lord sat in the great hall and looked at Wang Baole before him. He smiled as he spoke.
"A Primary Rank Five Noble?" Wang Baole said, stunned. His breathing quickened. Having diligently studied the autobiographies of high ranking officials, he was no stranger to the Federation ranking system. However, it had all seemed like a distant future before he had reached the Foundation Establishment realm. It was something that could only be acquired after he had entered the government ranks of the Federation.
The Sect Lord smiled at Wang Baole's excitement. He had long ago heard from someone about Wang Baole's dream to become the Federation President. He pointed at Wang Baole and laughed.
"You should know a thing or two about the Federation rank system. More than others, at least. Let me refresh your memory so that you have a clearer understanding.
"The Federation rank system can be broken down into nine ranks and further split into eighteen classes. The highest rank is the Primary Rank One, and the lowest the Secondary Rank Nine. The Federation President is the only Primary Rank One Noble now. The Vice President and the Head Senator, as well as the Governors of the Martian and Venerian Colonies, are Secondary Rank One Nobles!
"The Sect Lords of the four Dao Colleges, like myself, are Primary Rank Two Nobles! The seventeen City Lords, including Lin You from Ethereal City and except the Head Senator, are Secondary Rank Two Nobles!
"The heads of the key departments in the Federation are Primary Rank Three Nobles. Their deputies and the Deputy Sect Lord of the four Dao Colleges are Secondary Rank Three Nobles!
"Below them in the hierarchy are Primary Rank Four Nobles and Secondary Rank Four Nobles. The grand elders in the respective Dao Colleges' Pavilions would fall in this tier!"
"Rank Five Nobles are mainly held by officials in the Federation. It is a symbolic title in the Dao College, not an actual noble title. The respective Pavilion Heads, for example, are Primary Rank Five Nobles. As a Deputy Pavilion Head, you can be considered a Secondary Rank Five Noble as well." The Sect Lord looked at Wang Baole after he was done with his explanation.
"Baole, tell me your answer. Do you choose to remain in the college or go to Mars?"


By the year 3029 CE, Earth's technology has developed rapidly, borders no longer exist, and Earth has been unified, marking the beginning of the era of the Federation.

At that time, a huge sword flew from the heavens, piercing the sun and causing a huge sensation on Earth.

Perhaps because the scabbard of the sword was already in tatters, countless shards have broken off from it following the collision with the sun and spread across the universe. Many of these shards have landed on various places across Earth.

With the arrival of the bronze sword and its shards, a new unlimited energy source has suddenly appeared on Earth. This energy source has since been named Spirit Qi.

Spirit Qi is like air, thick in some places and thin in others. As the Federation and other factions gather more shards, they discover more information on cultivation, pill refinement, Spirit Stone refinement, and other techniques. The words on the shards have an ancient feel to them, making it a trend for people to use ancient language.

The appearance of Spirit Qi rapidly makes the original energy sources obsolete and has completely changed people's lives. Not only has the Spirit Internet been formed, Spirit Qi has also changed the course of Human Civilization, causing the world to enter a civilization of cultivation. This would later come to be known as the Spirit Inception Era.
 


"For example, if I want to control a stock" Gu Feifei pointed at the computer and said, "I'll select a Mid Cap one. The stock doesn't need to have a strong forecast, but it can't be predicted to go bankrupt in the next few years. Furthermore, I have to consider the company's background and market value."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Hm, the selection of stocks was very important in trading. That was self-explanatory.
"Usually, you have to lobby in order to be a successful banker for a stock," Gu Feifei continued. "Basically, you have to send a senior staff and a supermodel to visit the selected company's leader." She looked at the girl who cuddled up to her just now. "Someone like that. You should all understand the effects."
"Sister Feifei, you're making fun of me!" The girl said shyly. "If I have to accompany someone, I should accompany you…"
Gross, right?
"Hm, no need for that…" Gu Feifei shifted around uncomfortably and continued, "You must have sufficient leverage if you want to be the banker. Normally that will be pretty troublesome to obtain. However, this stock just so happened to hit the limit down price today. I bought in 200,000 lots, so that's enough."
Hong Dali smiled as he listened to her.
As his roommate, having Gu Feifei find something she liked here was considered a success for him. As for whether she won or lost, that was completely irrelevant—he had more than enough money!
"Once the leverage is prepared, we'll open low on the next day," Gu Feifei said. "Why do we open low and not high? Because I don't plan on profiting from the leverage gathered today. Furthermore, I want to utilize all the short-term investors that followed me in yesterday. They will be the ones who tank the stock for me. If we open high tomorrow, these short-term investors will easily profit greatly. This will give them more capital to fight with me for leverage in the falls later on. Hence, we must open low and exhaust these short-term funds.
"After that, we will commence up and down oscillations. It's too complicated to explain. You'll understand when I operate tomorrow morning."
After she said that, Gu Feifei decisively turned off the computer. "Alright, explanation finished. Just wait and enjoy the show tomorrow morning."
What the heck? You ended at the most important part. Who could still drink after that?
Everyone decisively went to sleep…
At night, Qiao Mingfeng and Qiao Xianxian shared a room. Qiao Mingfeng asked, "Sis, are you really falling for Hong Dali? I'm saying this for real. Hong Dali is a decent guy. He's powerful enough. However, you don't know his background. I'm worried that you might get scammed—the most important thing is you don't even know whether he has a girlfriend…"
"Relax, bro." Qiao Xianxian closed her eyes. Hong Dali's smile entered her mind again as she mumbled, "I just find him mysterious, we aren't at the love stage yet. It's way too early!"
"Oh, you must be able to restrain yourself!" Qiao Mingfeng smiled.
"Go to hell!" Qiao Xianxian threw a pillow at him.
…
Everyone slept with heavy hearts that night.
The men were all discussing about how to deal with the Black Dragon Gang next. The women were all discussing about how to get into Hong Dali's bed…
The next morning, around 9 AM, when the stock market was going to open. Everyone pro-actively gathered around the computer in the living room, waiting to see how Gu Feifei was going to become the banker and control the share prices—although they were all second-generation riches, they never had the chance to be bankers who controlled stock prices.
"You're all so early?" Having had a nice sleep, Gu Feifei walked out of her room in a light step. "Since you're all so eager, we'll start soon."
Soon, the stock market opened. Gu Feifei the big banker prepared!
Gu Feifei opened the stockbroker platform software. When everyone saw the numbers on the screen, they all sucked in a cold breath—total asset: 1,058,422,412…
Total assets over a billion yuan. No wonder they dared to be bankers!
The women looked at Hong Dali in a different light now—as if they were tigers staring at a little white bunny…
Gu Feifei pointed at the trading section on the right and said, "Look at this. The trading volume is very small. Normal trades are only for tens or hundreds of lots. The bigger trades also only involve a few thousand lots. This is the most interesting part."
Then, she started her moves.
Gu Feifei introduced the moves step by step. "Firstly, in order to control a stock, we have to make it oscillate. We can only control a stock's prices when there are fluctuations. Look at this. The stock is developing naturally right now, and it fell by 1.31%. It's a small drop. If we want to buy in at a cheap price, what should we do?"
Hm, after she said that, everyone was curious.
"Firstly, we need to make it fluctuate. The prices must drop." Gu Feifei first placed a huge hand with over 10,000 lots for sale at 21.10. "We need to lock the price in first. 10,000 lots, or a 1,000,000 shares, that's 21,110,000 yuan. These small private investors won't be able to consume this entire amount. Hence, they can only choose to sell their shares at a price slightly lower than ours. Then, those smaller hands will get bought up. And the share price will drop."
As expected, after she made 10,000 lots available, the share price fell by a little. Soon, Gu Feifei bought in the scattered lots sold by the private investors. By then, the share price had dropped to 21.00. Gu Feifei listed another 8,000 lots for sale. "This time, we can make a few thousand lots available for sale and create the impression that the main shareholders are letting go of their shares. The small private investors will begin to panic now. Hence, we can continue to push the price down."
"Yes, yes, yes, it was just like that!" The uncle yelled, "I had a bad feeling when I saw something like this and sold all my shares!"
"That's why you're an amateur." Gu Feifei curled her lips.
Obviously, Gu Feifei was analyzing the private investors' thoughts. After a short while, the share price continued to drop to 20.50.
For each 0.10 that the share price dropped, Gu Feifei would set a new threshold by placing down a few thousand lots. "These thresholds are placed to ensure that the share prices can be controlled by us. Normal small investors do not have the large capital required to buy in all these lots. Hence, at this time, we can cause oscillations in the share price however we desire. For instance, the price has dropped by another 2% now, so let's raise it a little."
Gu Feifei removed the huge listings above and bought in the private investors' shares. As expected, the price rose again. When it reached 20.80, or the threshold set by Gu Feifei, she smiled and said, "Look at this. These private investors are thinking that the price will begin to soar now. More people are buying in. Hence, we have to control the situation a bit. We need to create the fake impression that the stock price is stuck at this threshold and is unable to go up any further. Think about it, if the share price suddenly plummeted after a brief struggle, what will the private investors think?"
"A huge drop is coming, and they have to sell their shares as soon as possible!" Hong Dali instantly understood and laughed.
"Yep, that's right!" Gu Feifei instantly listed her lots for sale at the threshold of 20.00 yuan. After that, the share price plummeted in a straight line. However, she adjusted the speed slightly and smiled. "You can't make the drop too fast. You need to give the private investors some time to sell. Otherwise, they might not even have time to react before we raise prices again. Then, they won't choose to sell anymore." 
By now, this stock's price was heading for a downward spiral. The private investors panicked and sold all the leverage they held. Gu Feifei bought in everything she could as the price fell to around 19.50. This stock had lost over 7% today, and it was obviously heading for the limit down price.
The poor private investors panicked and attempted to cut their losses early. Soon, as the price reached 19.50, Gu Feifei revealed her fangs. "Alright, we have bought in enough leverage along the way. Up next, it's time to make the private investors buy back in at a high price, hehe."
She smiled like a demon, making Hong Dali and Cutie Ke shudder.
This time, Gu Feifei began to remove all the thresholds she previously set. Then, she directly bought in a huge hand at 23.00 for 20,000 lots!
Once that trade was completed, the stock made huge gains. For each 0.10 that the share price increased by, Gu Feifei would set a threshold by placing a hand containing 10,000 lots there. This was to prevent someone else from interfering with the price trend.
Then, Hong Dali witnessed this stock's graph skyrocket. By then, the private investors went mad again. This stock was headed for the limit up price! Buy in now! Along the way, private investors bought in huge amounts of their shares…
Everyone was stunned—damn, so that's how stocks are played!!
The uncle yelled, "Yes, yes, yes, just like that. I saw that the stock was making huge gains, so I bought back in right after selling my shares. Just that one move alone cost me over 50,000!!"
Everyone looked at him like an idiot.
No shit! No wonder you lost money! You sold your shares at 20 yuan, and you buy back in at 22? If you don't lose money, who will?
By now, the share price was completely controlled by Gu Feifei. Why else would she say that Small Caps were the easiest to control? The main point was that these stocks did not have many major shareholders. Hence, it was easy to control the price. Otherwise, if there were many major shareholders, they could counter her moves easily with their leverage.
"Alright," Gu Feifei said. "We can play however we want now." She looked at Hong Dali. "Dali, how do you want to play?"
"How to play?" How to play a stock, that was the question.
Instantly, everyone focused their attention on Hong Dali. He was basically a god in their eyes now—he did not have to worry about finding lackeys this time…
"How about this, let's make an electrocardiogram!" Hong Dali smiled and drew an ECG model on a notepad. "How about this? I find it quite exciting."
Everyone around felt shivers run through them. Drawing an ECG with a stock graph. They wondered how many stock investors would actually need to go to a hospital to get an ECG after seeing that…


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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