Ever since his identity as "Stock God" was exposed, Qin Chuan had been too scared to leave his house for days.
He was afraid of being mobbed by fans if he went out. However, given his current status, it was impossible for him to hide forever.
Not only did he have so many businesses to manage, but he also had to attend various high-profile meetings in the city.
As a mythical dark horse enterprise, Xiaomi Factory had, in less than half a year, become one of the top-ranked companies in Longcheng, with extremely impressive revenue that made many entrepreneurs envious.
Qin Chuan had already become a key figure in the meetings held by relevant departments; they couldn't do without him.
Every time Qin Chuan attended a high-level meeting, even some leaders would actively curry favor with him. Many people would greet him warmly, their words hinting at a desire for Qin Chuan to recommend stocks.
Facing such a situation, Qin Chuan knew the bitterness all too well. He truly wasn't the Stock God!
However, as a reincarnator with a heaven-defying cheat, although he didn't know much about stocks, he was aware of some famous stock names. He also understood the general situation of several bull markets over the past two decades.
For example, Moutai, Wuliangye, Vanke, Suning, and Changchun High-Tech, etc. But now was definitely not the time to buy these stocks; they needed to wait.
Of course, if he wanted to buy, he had to be prepared to hold them for seven or eight years. Anything less wouldn't be interesting. He would add to his holdings every time the stock price dropped by five percent.
In the blink of an eye, a week quickly passed. Qin Chuan was shuttling back and forth between Longcheng and Jingcheng.
On the futures account side, the market had recently been showing a volatile trend, with ups and downs, gains and losses. However, for the sake of prudence, Qin Chuan withdrew two-thirds of his funds, meaning he withdrew all the three hundred million he had earned, leaving the previous one hundred and fifty million.
Even if he lost all of that one hundred and fifty million, he would still be in profit.
Xiaomi
Unexpectedly, after this meeting ended, as Qin Chuan was preparing to leave, Yang Jingye proactively approached him and invited him for a drink.
Qin Chuan agreed without hesitation. It was a joke; how could he not give his father-in-law face?
The two found a tavern and went by themselves, without inviting anyone else.
As soon as they entered the tavern, Yang Jingye asked the waiter to bring him the two bottles of foreign liquor he had stored there. Upon seeing the names of the liquors, Qin Chuan's eyes widened in surprise.
These two bottles were Hennessy X.O., a very potent foreign liquor with a strong kick, and of course, not cheap.
Normally, one bottle was almost enough to make them both fall down, let alone the current situation which seemed to suggest one bottle per person!
"Uncle, one bottle for the two of us should be enough. We still have work in the afternoon!"
Qin Chuan advised.
"Work my ass! Drink up!"
Yang Jingye, usually good-tempered and benevolent, directly cursed. After that, he poured a full glass for Qin Chuan and refilled his own.
Then, he picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and swallowed the entire glass, his Adam's apple bobbing. Qin Chuan couldn't help but clench his teeth, and the food hadn't even arrived yet!
What was going on with his father-in-law today? His mood seemed a little off!
Could it be that his mother-in-law had kicked him out of bed and kicked him out of the house?
Despite this thought, Qin Chuan didn't hesitate. He directly picked up his glass and drank the wine in it.
Drinking on an empty stomach, and with no buffer at all, after a glass of foreign liquor, Qin Chuan felt like fire was burning in his stomach, a searing sensation.
Just as he was about to catch his breath, Yang Jingye unexpectedly poured another glass and drank it down.
Qin Chuan's eyes widened. After a slight hesitation, he followed suit and drank another glass.
With two glasses down, the powerful liquor made both their faces flush with an abnormal redness, and their breaths reeked of alcohol.
Qin Chuan felt his internal organs starting to burn. Seeing Yang Jingye about to pour a third glass, he quickly reached out to stop him, "Uncle! Uncle! Listen to me, we can't drink like this, even if we're drinking!"
"Let's not rush. How about we wait for the food to arrive and then drink slowly? Drinking like this will damage our stomachs!"
"Bullshit! I'm not afraid at my age, why should you, a young kid, be scared? Keep drinking!"
Yang Jingye ignored him completely, continued to pour the wine, and his demeanor indicated he was definitely getting drunk on purpose.
Qin Chuan had no choice but to accompany him.
Soon, four glasses were down, leaving half of each of the two bottles. At this time, not a single dish had been served on the table, which spoke of how fast they were drinking.
Yang Jingye's face was flushed red, and the alcohol fumes were rising. He seemed to have reached his limit and stared intently into Qin Chuan's eyes, saying, "Qin Chuan, I know you've grown capable now, and you look down on many people..."
"Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
Qin Chuan endured the burning sensation in his internal organs. He hadn't experienced drinking like this in a long time; it was truly unbearable.
"Don't understand? Heh! Then let me ask you, why haven't you even set foot in the Yang family's home recently? You've deliberately acted as if you didn't see me at several meetings?"
Yang Jingye questioned.
Qin Chuan gave a wry smile, "Uncle, I was afraid of being scolded. To be honest, the last few times I visited, you and Auntie would scold me roundly. I was truly scared!"
"Nonsense! We are your elders, what's wrong with scolding you? Don't we have the right?"
"Yes, yes, of course, we do!"
"However you want to scold me, I'll listen now."
"You scoundrel, my daughter isn't even married to you yet, and you've made her sad several times, crying every day! Are you even a man? Why do you only know how to bully women?"
Yang Jingye scolded.
Qin Chuan opened his mouth, wanting to retort but was left speechless.
His scumbag behavior was indeed bullying Ms. Yang, and her scolding was perfectly justified.
Whether Yang Jingye was really drunk or not, Qin Chuan suddenly heard him continue, "Now my daughter is pregnant with your child, and yet you, a heartless man, haven't even visited our home. Tell me, should I scold a scoundrel like you?"
Across from him, Qin Chuan, who had been looking down with guilt, suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. His entire body began to tremble as if he had epilepsy.
"Uncle~~~"
"What did you just say?"
Qin Chuan asked with a trembling voice. If his self-control wasn't so strong, he would have exploded on the spot.
"I said, my daughter is carrying your baby, you bastard, did you hear me?!"
Yang Jingye stood up, his face flushed red, pointing at Qin Chuan and shouting loudly.
*Crack!!*
The wine glass Qin Chuan was fiddling with slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. He could no longer maintain his composure.
Only one thought echoed in his mind: "Ms. Yang is pregnant! Pregnant, and carrying my child!"