He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Walking into the spacious but somewhat empty living room, Chen Hao slumped into the soft leather sofa and let out a long breath.

As I quieted down, everything that happened today flashed through my mind like a movie.

From delivering takeout on the street to being forcibly pulled into a car by a woman resembling Lin Caiwei;

From the other party throwing out 10,000 yuan to buy his beat-up car, to throwing him a paternity test report and a photo of his daughter;

From the moment a "super dad system" popped into his head to the moment he confirmed that the adorable little girl, who looked like an angel, was indeed his own flesh and blood;

From the first time I held her, kissed her, and heard her call me "Daddy," to teaching her origami, drawing, eating, making up stories for her, and singing to lull her to sleep...

In addition, the system kept giving him skills and money.

God-level cooking skills, god-level origami, god-level stock trading, god-level painting, god-level literature, god-level singing... Beginner, proficient, master, jump up level by level.

The "Dad's Fund" payments were arriving one by one, and in total, it had already... He subconsciously took out his phone and glanced at the bank app. The 20 yuan given by Lin Caiwei was untouched, but what about the one given by the system?

Cooking, origami, drawing, interacting, singing... all in all, it has reached 13!

Adding the 10,000 yuan Lin Caiwei paid for his delivery vehicle, he now has a total of 340,000 yuan in cash at his disposal!

It was like a bizarre, fantastical, and wonderful dream.

But the weight of his daughter in his arms, her soft little hands, her sweet "Daddy" voice, and the real skills and knowledge in his mind reminded him that this was not a dream.

He really became the father of the daughter of popular young star Lin Caiwei, a new dad with several "god-level" skills.

As the excitement and novelty subsided, practical problems began to surface.

The child's mother is a national pop star, and she's rich, very rich.

Just the pocket money he casually gives him for taking care of the children is 200,000 yuan.

The system is also generous, giving tens of thousands of dollars at a time.

However, Chen Hao's sense of male pride and long-term considerations began to emerge.

Can he live off the money Lin Caiwei gives him indefinitely?

Can we keep relying on the system, this "golden finger" that may or may not disappear at any time, to give us money?

I definitely can't do food delivery anymore.

My schedule is too tight, and I can't take good care of Sisi.

Moreover, now that we have these skills and this start-up capital, going back to running errands in the wind and rain seems a bit... wasteful?

He needs a stable way to make money that he owns.

It wasn't to compete with Lin Caiwei, but for myself, and also to give Sisi a more reliable and dependable support.

The role of a father should not be just that of a "nanny" or "companion," but rather a pillar who can shoulder responsibilities.

Thinking of this, Chen Hao's eyes hardened.

He sat up straight and began to seriously consider his existing "resources".

There are tons of skills, but which one is best suited for quick and stable monetization?

Culinary skills? Opening a restaurant?

The investment is too large, the cycle is long, and it takes a lot of time, making it impossible to take care of the child at the same time.

Origami, drawing, literature, singing?

These are more like hobbies or long-term development; it's unrealistic to expect to make a lot of money from them in the short term.

Finally, his gaze fell on "god-level stock trading skills".

Stock trading.

High risk, high reward.

For ordinary people, it might be a casino.

But what about him?

He possesses "god-level" stock trading skills!

Although he's only at the beginner level now, he's already witnessed the incredible growth potential of the system's skills.

If we could improve this skill...

An idea became clearer and clearer.

He picked up his phone and started scrolling through his contacts.

Soon, a name was found—Li Qingshan.

This is his childhood friend. After graduating from high school, he worked odd jobs everywhere, while Li Qingshan was admitted to a good university, studied finance, and is now a client manager at a well-known securities company.

The phone rang several times before being answered.

"Feed? Haozi?" came Li Qingshan's somewhat surprised voice from the other end.

"Wow, that's unusual. Why would someone as busy as you think of calling me? Aren't you busy delivering food?"

"Qingshan," Chen Hao smiled, "I have something I'd like to ask you."

"What's up? Tell me." There was some background noise on Li Qingshan's end, like he was in an office.

"I want to open a stock account and trade stocks," Chen Hao said directly.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"What? What did you say?" Li Qingshan's voice rose eight octaves, filled with disbelief.

"Stock trading? Chen Hao, are you out of your mind? Didn't you used to say that stock trading is all speculation, that nine out of ten people lose money, and that it's the most unreliable thing to do?"

They even said I was a "legal con artist" because of my line of work. Li Qingshan said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Chen Hao was a little embarrassed, realizing that he had indeed had a deep prejudice against stock trading in the past.

"Well, that's because I didn't understand before. Recently... I've read some books and done some research, and I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of it."

And I happen to have some spare cash on hand, so I'd like to give it a try.

"Spare money? How much spare money can you possibly have delivering food?" Li Qingshan's tone turned serious.

"Haozi, I'm not trying to discourage you, but this industry is too complicated. Even though I'm in this line of work, I wouldn't dare to mess around with it myself."

Do you know how bad the market has been lately? Many veteran stock investors have lost everything.

"You're a newbie, bringing in your hard-earned money, isn't that like throwing good money after bad?"

Li Qingshan's words were very honest; he truly considered Chen Hao a brother and didn't want to see him fall into a pit of fire.

"Listen to me, just keep delivering takeout, save some money, and if you really want to invest, buy some stable financial products or just put it in a fixed deposit. Stock trading is really not for you."

Chen Hao was touched, knowing that Li Qingshan was doing it for his own good.

But the confidence that came from having god-like stock trading skills (even if they were just beginner level) made him exceptionally determined about his decision.

"Qingshan, I understand your good intentions," Chen Hao said earnestly.

"But I've really thought it through. I'm not acting on impulse."

I have indeed put in a lot of effort to study this period of time, and... I have some of my own methods and confidence.

Just help me with the account opening procedures and tell me the specific steps.

You are solely responsible for any profits or losses; I have absolutely no fault with you.

Li Qingshan fell silent again on the other end of the phone.

He knew Chen Hao well. Although he usually seemed easygoing, once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

"Sigh..." Li Qingshan sighed heavily.

"Why are you so stubborn, kid? Fine, fine, if you insist on trying, I can't stop you."

Opening an account is simple; you can do it online. I'll send you a link; just follow the steps to fill in the information and do a video verification.

I'll send you a detailed tutorial on how to transfer funds and how to use the trading software via WeChat in a bit.

"However," Li Qingshan emphasized again, his tone almost pleading.

"Haozi, take my advice: don't invest too much at the beginning! Take a small amount, a few thousand or ten thousand yuan, and consider it tuition to experience the harshness of the market! Don't get carried away!"