In the private room, the elder brother, Yang Conglong, was leaning back in his chair, playing Snake on his phone. Upon hearing the sound, he suddenly looked up and saw a guy he intensely disliked walking in with a smug expression.
Seeing this face, Yang Conglong's entire demeanor changed. He was filled with rage, jealousy, and gnashed his teeth, his grip on the phone tightening. He looked as if his own woman had been brutally snatched from his arms.
"What the hell... you son of a bitch, you actually dared to show up!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll have you sunk to the bottom of the Fen River?"
Yang Conglong burst out cursing.
He truly had reason to. For a long time, Yang Conglong had treated Qin Chuan as a close friend. Who would have thought this guy had ulterior motives and was a traitor?
I treated you as a good friend, and you, you want to be my brother-in-law, and I didn't know anything about it beforehand, I've been kept in the dark all along.
This sudden shift in status from a good buddy to a brother-in-law is something many men with sisters would find unbearable.
More importantly, Miss Yang Zimo was too outstanding. She had always been the apple of the Yang family's eye.
Over the years, countless talented young men with good backgrounds had come knocking, hoping to propose, but none succeeded.
Miss Yang was very discerning; ordinary people could hardly catch her eye.
In this regard, Yang Conglong had always supported his sister. His sister was as beautiful as a celestial being and exceptionally intelligent; there was no worry about her not marrying well in the future.
Occasionally, Yang Conglong would fantasize about what kind of person his future brother-in-law would be. Would he be exceptionally talented, learned, or dashingly handsome like Pan An?
Or perhaps possess both qualities?
But reality was so cruel. The precious "white cabbage" they had nurtured for so many years had been "eaten" by Qin Chuan. How could Yang Conglong accept this?
"Brother Long, what are you saying? We're good buddies. Now I've become your brother-in-law, isn't that a double blessing, two joys arriving at once? How could you bear to sink me to the bottom of the Fen River?"
Qin Chuan walked up to Yang Conglong with a smile.
"Come, come, don't be angry. Have some tea to cool down."
Qin Chuan poured a cup of tea and offered it to Yang Conglong with both hands.
Yang Conglong didn't even look at it, still gnashing his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, ready to throw a punch at any moment.
"Go to hell with your double blessings! I really want to beat your face black and blue right now, you know that?"
Qin Chuan nodded vigorously, "I know! I know!"
"Actually, I wanted to tell you this a long time ago, but Xiao Mo wouldn't let me. She was afraid you'd go and tell Uncle and Auntie right away."
"Brother Long, you have no idea. Every time I saw you, my heart was in my mouth, and I felt so guilty..."
Yang Conglong sneered, "So you do have some conscience!"
Seeing this, Qin Chuan immediately pushed the tea closer again, "Here, Brother, have some tea to calm down. I'll tell you properly about how Xiao Mo and I got together."
"When Uncle and Auntie arrive later, help me put in a good word."
Yang Conglong's eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable.
"Holy crap, you have a thick skin, kid! You haven't even gotten past me yet, and you're already thinking about asking me to help you..."
Qin Chuan chuckled, "Because in my heart, you've always been that kind and righteous big brother!"
This silent flattery was masterfully executed. Even though Yang Conglong knew Qin Chuan was buttering him up, the anger on his face visibly diminished.
"Brother Long, remember that time last year we played around with the Hang Seng Index futures together? If you help me this time, I'll take you along to relive that experience from last year."
"This time, we'll earn even more, because that dream that disappeared for so long has finally reappeared!"
Yang Conglong, who had been pretending to be angry, suddenly perked up. His eyes shot out with unparalleled excitement, "Really? Your strange dream is back?"
Ever since he traded the thrilling Hang Seng Index with Qin Chuan last year, Yang Conglong had never forgotten it. He had repeatedly mentioned it to Qin Chuan, wanting Qin Chuan to lead him to make money again.
There was no way around it; the wealth generated by trading futures was incredibly fast and exhilarating. Anyone who had experienced it would never forget it.
But each time, Qin Chuan would say the dream hadn't appeared and they needed to wait.
This wait had lasted nearly a year. He never expected Qin Chuan to finally say the words he had longed to hear today. Yang Conglong was extremely excited.
"Yes, the dream is very real. It told me that there will be a big 'red envelope' market until the New Year."
"If Brother Long helps me this time, I'll take you to make a windfall together."
Qin Chuan tempted him.
In reality, he was not very knowledgeable about futures or stocks. He wasn't like the male leads in those 'cool' web novels who could vividly recall which stock in which year and month performed exceptionally, increasing by a certain number of times in a month.
However, as a reborn individual, he was essentially a cheat code. Although Qin Chuan couldn't remember exactly which stock would do what, he had a general idea of the market trends for each year.
After the Hang Seng Index experienced the calamity of '98, its performance in the entire '99 was not bad, with a cumulative increase of seventy percent for the year, making all investors happy.
There were still three months until the New Year. With proper operation, earning twenty to thirty percent was not a problem.
This was just for the Hang Seng Index, the broader market. If one considered the futures market and added leverage, the gains would be staggering.
"Brother, didn't you say you wanted to beat up some scoundrel? Why haven't you done it yet?"
Just as Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong were having a private exchange, the private room door was suddenly pushed open, and Miss Yang walked in.
Seeing Qin Chuan and her brother interacting intimately, like a loving couple, without any sign of conflict, Yang Zimo's delicate eyebrows furrowed, clearly displeased.
"Ahem, get lost! Don't get so close. I'm annoyed seeing you right now!"
Yang Conglong coughed and directly pushed Qin Chuan aside, his expression one of annoyance.
Qin Chuan staggered back and sat down heavily in a chair, looking quite disheveled.
"Serves you right!!"
Seeing this, Yang Zimo revealed a look of schadenfreude on her exquisite face.
Qin Chuan could only smile awkwardly, but deep down, he felt not the slightest bit of anger, but rather joy.
What he feared most was Miss Yang ignoring him completely, treating him like a stranger. That would have been truly terrible.
"I just saw Dad and Mom arrive from the window."
Yang Zimo said.
As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly tensed. Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel flustered.
It was inevitable, given his guilty conscience.
Dare not sit any longer, Qin Chuan quickly stood up from his chair, tidied his clothes, and even asked Miss Yang, "Is everything okay? Is my hair messy?"
Yang Zimo shot him a glare without any response.
At the same time, footsteps could be heard from outside the private room door, light and heavy, with a distinct rhythm. Immediately after, a middle-aged couple, well-matched and appearing to be in their prime, walked in.
The man was refined in appearance, stood at 1.8 meters tall, was slightly lean, and dressed impeccably. The woman was an elegant noblewoman, well-maintained, and had a great figure. At first glance, she looked like a mature lady in her thirties, exuding the aura of a woman in her prime.
Seeing these two, Qin Chuan immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Uncle, Auntie!"
Yang Jingye and Chu Xiuying seemed surprised that Qin Chuan was already there. After a moment of愣神 (lèng shén - daze/stunned), the couple looked intently at the young man before them, scrutinizing him.