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On the basketball court, the piercing alarm and the screams of the crowd finally subsided with Li Zifeng's desperate cries and the sound of cars being smashed.

The students, as if they had just watched an epic film that had exhausted their senses, dispersed in twos and threes, their faces still bearing the lingering shock.

But everyone knows that what happened at Jiangzhou University today will become a legend, passed down among freshmen for many years to come.

It's about the boy who shattered the backboard, about the Ferrari that was destroyed by his own hands, and about the five Maybachs that descended like black ghosts.

Linda was extremely efficient; she had already made a phone call before Zhang Yan finished his bowl of bird's nest and pear soup.

Soon, professionals dressed in Qingcheng Group property management uniforms arrived, set up a cordon, and began clearing away the scattered glass shards and rickety baskets.

The whole process was orderly and did not disturb the school authorities, as if it were just a trivial daily matter.

"Mr. Zhang, the car is ready. Shall we go back to the manor, or somewhere else?"

Linda stood to the side, bowing respectfully and speaking with humility.

Zhang Yan screwed the lid on the thermos closed and stood up.

"Back to the school dormitory."

Linda was slightly taken aback, but didn't ask any questions. She immediately opened the door of the middle Maybach for him.

……

Male dormitory, room 302.

Wang Hao slumped in the chair like a lump of mud. Since returning to the dormitory, he hadn't said a word, just staring at Zhang Yan with the eyes of someone looking at an alien.

He watched with his own eyes as Zhang Yan was driven back to his dormitory in a Maybach, and watched with his own eyes as the powerful female assistant bowed to Zhang Yan at a ninety-degree angle.

His brain, the CPU that had been bombarded by ten million dollars and the smashing of Ferraris, was completely burned out.

Zhang Yan ignored him and went straight to his desk, taking out his old cell phone that he used specifically for stock trading.

The screen lit up, and the bright red profit figures in the holding account looked like a burning flame.

The next three days became the most magical and agonizing three days of Wang Hao's life.

On the first day, Huano Biotech hit its daily limit up.

Wang Hao was in front of his computer at eight o'clock in the morning, watching as hundreds of millions of buy orders went crazy during the pre-market auction, locking the stock price firmly at the daily limit, without moving an inch.

He watched as the red number in Zhang Yan's account jumped from one million to three million in an instant.

He pinched his thigh; it hurt a lot.

The next day, Huano Bio continued its upward trend, hitting the daily limit.

Wang Hao has stopped pinching himself; he's started to question the meaning of life.

He watched as the profit in Zhang Yan's account grew from three million to over five million.

He didn't eat all day, but drank eight bottles of water.

On the third day, Huano Bio was still hitting the daily limit up!

Wang Hao was completely numb.

Looking at the profit figure of over eight million in Zhang Yan's account, he felt as if he were witnessing a myth.

Three days, just three days.

The initial investment of ten million yuan has grown to nearly twenty million yuan.

What does this mean?

This is a speed that even a money printing machine can't achieve!

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and, in a trembling voice, asked Zhang Yan, who was reading a book, "Yan... Brother Yan... are you... are you a stock market guru?"

Zhang Yan turned a page of the book without looking up.

"no."

"How do you know it will go up?"

"Just a guess."

Wang Hao: "..."

He believed Zhang Yan's lies.

If guessing this accurately were possible, all the fund managers in the world could jump off buildings.

On the fourth day, the market opened.

Huano Bio, unsurprisingly, hit its fourth consecutive daily limit up!

Wang Hao stared at the profit figure in Zhang Yan's account, which had already surpassed ten million. His heart stopped beating. He even began to anticipate a fifth limit-up, a sixth limit-up...

However, less than ten minutes after the market opened.

Zhang Yan put down the book he was holding.

He picked up the old phone and opened the trading app.

"Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

Wang Hao's heart was in his throat.

"Sold."

Zhang Yan's tone was so calm, it was as if he were saying, "It's time to bring in the laundry."

"Sell?!"

Wang Hao nearly jumped out of his chair. "Are you crazy?! This is only the fourth limit-up! There will definitely be more to come! Selling now would be a huge loss!"

In his view, this stock was simply a golden goose, generating over two million in revenue every day. Who would be willing to kill it?

Zhang Yan did not explain.

His "investment eye" clearly shows that Huano Bio's upward momentum has reached its peak on today's limit-up day.

The price could open at any time during trading.

He must throw all his chips at the highest point.

His fingers flew across the screen without the slightest hesitation.

Sell!

All in!

552,100 shares!

On the limit-up board with over a billion in buy orders, his sell order of over five million shares was like a small pebble thrown into the ocean, instantly swallowed up by the surging buy orders without causing a ripple.

The order has been completed.

A notification popped up indicating that the transaction was successful.

Zhang Yan's stock account was instantly wiped out.

In the section for his available funds, a long string of numbers that almost suffocated Wang Hao lay there quietly.

53,128,930.00 yuan!

Fifty-three million one hundred and twenty thousand!

Wang Hao's eyes widened.

He felt his respiratory system was completely destroyed by that string of numbers, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and his vision was blurring.

He managed to stay upright by holding onto the table.

Zhang Yan simply glanced at the number calmly, and then opened the system interface.

Should the "dream start-up capital" be returned?

"Yes."

Loan principal: 10,000,000 yuan, already repaid.

Interest (7 days): 7,000 yuan, already deducted.

After doing all this, Zhang Yan glanced at the final balance in his bank card.

43,225,512.50 yuan.

Forty-three million two hundred and twenty thousand.

In just one week, he went from a poor student with only 100,000 yuan in savings to a millionaire with tens of millions in assets.

He let out a long breath.

well.

Now, he finally has the confidence to prepare a decent birthday gift for that woman.

He turned off his phone, stood up, and patted Wang Hao, who was still lost in thought.

"I'm leaving now, I'll treat you to dinner."

……

Jinghai City, city center.

Duobaoge (a type of curio cabinet).

This is the most prestigious and top-tier private auction house in the entire Jinghai City, and even in East China.

Everything that can circulate here is a rare and precious item.

Zhang Yan took a taxi and stopped in front of the antique sandalwood gate of Duobaoge.

At the entrance, surrounded by Rolls-Royces and Bentleys, his yellow taxi stood out conspicuously.

He was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a backpack, looking like an ordinary college student who had wandered into this place by mistake.

The hostess at the entrance, dressed in a cheongsam and with a graceful figure, saw him get out of the taxi and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, but her excellent professionalism allowed her to put on a standard smile.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "No, I want to find one of your appraisers to take a look at the item."

He plans to find someone knowledgeable to understand the market for top-grade jade, and ideally, acquire a top-quality raw stone directly.

He didn't want to wait until the auction; that would be too slow.

The hostess's smile faded slightly, but she still politely gestured for her to enter.

"Yes, sir, please follow me."

Just as Zhang Yan was about to step through the heavy sandalwood door with the hostess.

Behind me, a light, playful whistle rang out.

A silver Aston Martin DB11 silently glided to a stop at the door.

A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, got off the car. He was wearing a well-tailored gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, but his face had a sickly paleness and his eyes were gloomy, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

He was accompanied by a similarly well-dressed rich second-generation.

The rich kid's lackey glanced at Zhang Yan's retreating figure, curled his lip, and said disdainfully to the gloomy young man, "Brother Kai, look, these days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to come to Duobao Pavilion. Can a poor student who takes a taxi afford even a single floor tile here?"

The gloomy young man, known as Brother Kai, glanced at Zhang Yan's simple attire and ordinary backpack, but a playful and meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He ignored his companion's complaints, staring at Zhang Yan's retreating figure as he disappeared through the door, and spoke softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The voice sounded like someone admiring an interesting prey.

"interesting."

"Is this the canary that Qingcheng has been keeping by her side recently?"