Chapter 135: An Enchanting Sleeping Posture, A Massive Forex Windfall Stuns the Tigress

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On the luxury cruise ship, New Year’s Eve.

Zhang Long never expected to spend such a special day with Qian Caiying. After returning to the room from the bar to wash up, the soft, clean scent of the woman wafted through the air as Qian Caiying climbed into bed wearing her silk pajamas. It was a pleasant fragrance.

Unfortunately, they were not sharing the same blanket.

…

With the bright moon hanging high and the cabin silent, Zhang Long was intently listening to the sound of the cruise ship cutting through the waves when a whisper suddenly came from beside him. "Want to chat?"

"About life? Careers? Relationships?"

"I still can't wrap my head around it..."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Long’s face appeared partially obscured under the dim light of the bedside lamp. "Hongze’s performance was built up, yet the other side can just snatch it away whenever they want. Aren't they afraid of disheartening people? I don't get it."

"Disheartened? You're overthinking it."

Qian Caiying’s face was also half-hidden in the shadows, her tone ethereal and elusive. "In elite families, rationality outweighs sentiment. Conventional wisdom dictates that everything is prioritized for the sake of the family interest."

"In short, everything you have belongs to the family. Without the family, where would you be today?"

"Is it like that for everyone?"

Zhang Long frowned. Internal strife in elite families was common in television dramas, and the same held true for royal dynasties; it seemed that once people reached a certain class, power struggles became the norm.

Did loving, close-knit families exist? Yes, but there didn't seem to be many that were truly genuine. Human nature is complex and hard to define.

"Relatively speaking, yes."

Qian Caiying curled her lip. "The Qian family is okay, but the Ling family’s internal fighting has been fierce in recent years. Perhaps the Du family is in the best shape; all of their descendants are very obedient. In any case, those with their own agendas never hold the reins of power."

"Like Du Hong’s spot trading?"

Zhang Long raised an eyebrow. Qian Caiying didn't confirm or deny. "Although Du Hong’s spot trading platform is essentially a capital pool, they don't engage in things like controlling the backend or manipulating slippage to swallow money. There’s no need; in gambling, nine out of ten lose anyway. It’s just like international markets, only the capital doesn't actually circulate."

"Just like how you earned tens of millions across several platforms like Huiyin—were you ever controlled?"

Zhang Long shook his head. No.

"So, it’s legitimate."

"Whether you go long or short, if you pick the right direction, you make money. You can deposit or withdraw anytime. It’s just that many people can't control themselves—they don't cash out when they’re winning, and they refuse to accept losses when they're down. After losing a few times in a row, they have a mental breakdown, and it's game over."

…

In Zhang Long’s memories of his previous life, spot trading was popular for a few years, but then it disappeared rapidly for reasons he didn't know, and the exchanges were shut down.

Having recently tried his hand at "wool-gathering" in spot trading, he realized that relying solely on analysis to make money was indeed very difficult.

One careless move and a huge loss was the norm.

Setting aside stocks, spot trading and futures share many similarities—leveraged trading with long and short positions. When you calculate it, the risks in futures are also high, but futures are regulated by the state and considered legitimate, whereas spot trading was banned.

"This is very normal."

Qian Caiying was, after all, the owner of a financial firm. She explained simply, "Futures companies only provide a trading platform for investors. Gains and losses come from money already in the market, and the companies earn commissions and other fees. But spot trading isn't like that. Human nature is complicated."

"There are always company platforms that harbor ulterior motives, secretly controlling client operations to embezzle principal. It’s like a rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel; it’s unavoidable."

"Anyway, there are only two paths for the future."

"One is full state regulation, just like the futures market. The other is a clean sweep—banning it entirely."

"However, since the country already has a futures market that is gradually maturing, the future of spot trading is essentially sealed. Of course, you can still make some quick money for now, as long as you don't get into anything crooked."

"Although the Du family doesn't exactly do anything respectable, they don't do anything overly illegal either. The state currently supports the operation of spot trading, so there’s no problem."

At this point, Qian Caiying gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Actually, if spot trading weren't so risky—where harvesting investors as leeks is even more ruthless than in the stock or futures markets—I would have been willing to work with Du Hong back then. After all, it makes money."

"At the very least, you could pull in 100 million a year."

How many "100 millions" does a life have? 100 million—for a second-generation elite like Qian Caiying, that’s not a small sum.

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Unfortunately, Zhang Long couldn't open a spot trading company. After all, clients win and lose, and the funds are all in the company’s pool. Would he use his "golden finger" to help clients win money from the company’s own pool? That would be charity.

If he wasn't going to open a business in a common industry, or something like entertainment or media, the thing he was most familiar with was financial securities and investment consulting, like Hongze or Shengxin.

Get a license, develop clients, bring them to the firm to trade stocks, and earn commissions and bonuses.

…

"Hmm?"

At the break of dawn, as Zhang Long was drifting toward wakefulness, he felt something in his arms. The moment he opened his eyes, a pleasant, clean scent of hair drifted into his nostrils. It felt warm and slightly ticklish.

"Uh?"

He became fully alert. He looked at Qian Caiying, who had crawled into his bed at some point during the night, curled up like a kitten against his chest, sleeping peacefully.

Her small mouth twitched occasionally, and her eyelashes fluttered in tandem. Her expression was both relaxed and content.

"Hoo..."

Zhang Long let out a soft breath. In her peaceful sleep, the sharp edges of Qian Caiying’s face had softened; she no longer gave off that tense, guarded feeling she had during the day.

Perhaps everyone has a side they don't show others—appearing strong on the outside but being quite fragile within.

Seeing Qian Caiying in this "giant infant" sleeping posture, even though Zhang Long’s morning hormones were naturally surging, he felt no strange impulses. He gently brushed her messy hair aside and got up to wash.

By the time he returned to the room with breakfast, Qian Caiying was still asleep. He tried calling her a few times, but she only groaned, rolled over, and went back to sleep. She wouldn't get up.

"Lazy pig."

Zhang Long was speechless. He eventually gave up on her and went out to explore. There were plenty of areas to play on the luxury cruise. Even if he didn't play, he could stroll around and look at beautiful women of all nationalities—it was good for the eyes and the mood.

Some bold girls, seeing Zhang Long’s tall, handsome frame, would shoot him shy, flirtatious glances, wanting to engage in something "indescribable" in broad daylight.

Honestly, some of these beauties with model-like bodies and faces were quite tempting, testing his defenses.

"Are you still not awake?"

At lunchtime, Zhang Long returned to his room and let out an exclamation. This woman could really sleep! She had been out for a full thirteen hours, and she still wasn't awake?

Qian Caiying? More like Qian the Lazy Pig.

…

"Xiao Yuan? Please, come in."

"It’s perfect, you can go keep Yu Rong company."

In a residential area on the outskirts of Shanghai, Mother Liu was delighted to see the middle-aged man who had suddenly arrived at their door. After ushering him in, she went to the kitchen to continue working, leaving the living room to her daughter and the visitor, Xiao Yuan, so they could have a good chat.

If it could work out, that would be great.

"Yu Rong, Happy New Year."

Liu Yurong was watching TV. She wasn't interested in the visitor's well-wishes; she didn't respond and didn't even turn her head. If it weren't for the fact that her mother trusted this guy, she would have kicked him out long ago.

Although she had no proof, she was sure this guy was at least half responsible for her late husband walking down a path of no return.

Hmph, sooner or later, she would find the evidence.

"Yurong, I’m serious."

Yuan Junpeng looked at Liu Yurong’s dignified and gentle features, his heart burning with intense desire. As a woman he had coveted for many years, success felt closer than ever. "Life is hard enough, we shouldn't let the children suffer, and we certainly shouldn't let the elders live a hard life in their twilight years. Can't you accept me?"

"I will definitely treat you well."

Hearing this, Liu Yurong turned her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him. "Whether you treat me well depends on your actions. Where were you when I needed money urgently and had to sell the house? Where were you when the loan companies were secretly making things difficult for me? Now that it’s almost resolved, you appear. I’m not blind."

"Yurong, you’ve misunderstood me."

Yuan Junpeng’s face fell, but Liu Yurong cut him off directly. "Misunderstood or not, we’ll see. If you’re really sincere, dare you lend me five million first?"

"After I pay off the other debts, I’ll only owe you; it’ll be easier to settle the accounts. If you don't dare, then don't say another word."

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Liu Yurong’s gaze was calm. She watched Yuan Junpeng, a faint mocking smile flashing across her lips. He wanted the woman but couldn't bear to part with the money—what was he thinking? Dreaming in broad daylight.

So, get lost. He wasn't even as straightforward or generous as little brother Zhang Long. A simple comparison made the difference clear.

Peng (Roc) and Long (Dragon)—they really couldn't be compared.

…

"Hmm? Again?"

February 11, Monday, the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Looking at the stubborn girl who had once again crawled into his bed at some unknown hour last night, Zhang Long couldn't help but feel speechless. "Three strikes and you're out," he thought. If she crawled in again tonight, he wouldn't be so polite.

He got up to wash. Time to make money trading foreign exchange!

Living in the same room, he couldn't avoid Qian Caiying while trading, so Zhang Long simply stopped trying.

There was no need to avoid it; it was a perfect chance to show off his muscles.

"Eh? Is this foreign exchange?"

At ten-thirty, Qian Caiying woke up. Dazed, she caught sight of Zhang Long focusing intently at the computer. She rubbed her eyes, curiously sat down, and was immediately stunned.

The computer screen displayed forex market trends and several trading accounts.

Damn, this guy was "wool-gathering" again?

"Yeah, that’s right."

"Tsk tsk, let me see."

Qian Caiying’s face lit up with excitement. Although she knew a bit about forex, she had never actually done it. However, Du Hong’s spot trading could be considered a domestic forex market—it was linked to foreign data, operated on a T+0 intraday basis, and had the same 24-hour trading mechanisms. There was no difference.

Zhang Long had made tens of millions in spot trading. While there were many varieties in forex, there were also more opportunities. She wanted to see how this guy operated—why was he so godlike?

"Oh, you lost money..."

Suddenly, Qian Caiying cried out. Zhang Long was indifferent. "Don't make a fuss! Whether it’s support or resistance, breaking through levels is normal. My trading never carries losing positions. If this trade loses, it loses. I’ll just find another opportunity to earn it back. Wait and see."

He had lost one trade in front of Qian Caiying, but Zhang Long wasn't worried; with several different assets, there was no shortage of opportunities.

Based on the advisory information sent by the three forex platforms, he compared the market trends and price levels, selectively making predictions. He could reliably secure two profits.

"Hey, watch closely."

Not long after, the gold trend reached a key historical resistance level. Zhang Long went short with half his position!

He did it across all three accounts—all of them!

"Hiss, are you crazy?"

Qian Caiying’s beautiful eyes widened. Even if the gold price was at a resistance level, you couldn't just go short on three accounts at once! If other assets had opportunities, or if gold broke through and he lost, he would need to make it back. This was too aggressive.

"If I’m not crazy, how will I make money?"

Zhang Long raised an eyebrow and smiled. The market was about to plummet; the short positions would make a killing. He waited for her to be shocked.

A moment later, when Qian Caiying, who had finished washing up, walked back to Zhang Long’s side and glanced at the computer screen, her beautiful eyes gradually widened, and her small mouth fell open...

"Oh my god, is it really that magical?"

PS: Sorry for nodding off in the middle of the night, it’s a bit late. The rewritten version is updated. Thank you for your patience.

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