Chapter 150: A Night of Enchantment, and Traitors Among the Masses

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Warning: House Purchase Alert.
Warning: Auction Counterfeit Alert.
Now, even discussing a business partnership triggers an alert—is this a new feature after upgrading to level 2? Zhang Long sighed inwardly, realizing his golden finger ability was becoming increasingly powerful.
No more worrying about getting scammed in future collaborations.
...
“Wait a moment, Brother Zhang,” Zhang Long interrupted, feeling a bit awkward. “You know I just bought a house recently; a ten million investment might be hard to pull together right now.”
Zhang Shangyu was well aware that the two luxury apartments in Jinxiu Huating were priced at fifty million.
“No worries, let’s just review the projects first.”
Zhang Shangyu didn’t press the issue, and no one else objected either. They had at least heard of Zhang Long’s financial situation—it was reasonable to assume he could gather a million if needed.
“Qingshuang, you should explain. After the investment company is established, you’ll basically manage it, so you tell us.”
Suddenly, Zhang Shangyu turned to Yang Qingshuang, and Zhang Long’s heart tightened slightly upon hearing this.
“The first project is a movie script. The director has some reputation in the industry, and the lead actors will be well-known and charismatic. It’s quite promising.”
“The film is a martial arts drama. We’re not the sole investors; the investment is around ten million...”
Damn, a complete loss of ten million.
Zhang Long couldn’t help but feel skeptical. He wasn’t sure if Yang Qingshuang was unreliable or if the movie project itself was shaky. The negative number above Yang Qingshuang’s head was exactly ten million, meaning a total loss.
Starting off with such nonsense, if this woman’s judgment was this poor or if she’d been scammed, the investment company wouldn’t stand a chance—best not to get involved.
Time passed, and Zhang Long mostly listened without commenting, remaining silent.
Yang Qingshuang gave a brief but thorough introduction of the movie project, which did sound credible.
But if the movie was a trap or couldn’t pass censorship for release, all investment would be lost without a trace. Even if it aired online, some costs might be recouped.
Even recovering a mere ten thousand would prevent the negative ten million overhead from being fully realized.
Altogether, fifty million was at stake—a sum too fragile to gamble with.
...
“Brother Zhang.”
Meetings always had a beginning and an end. With Du Hong’s circle, there would always be a second round, which was different. After finishing business, Zhang Shangyu dismissed everyone to return to their families.
Or rather, everyone’s second round was up to them—whether to flirt or do anything else was their business.
“What is it?”
Zhang Shangyu, puzzled by Zhang Long’s hesitation, smiled gently. “Whether making friends or cooperating, just say what’s on your mind. It’s fine.”
“About Sister Yang...”
With everyone gone, Zhang Long felt freer to speak, though he chose his words carefully. “The investment company has fifty million, which isn’t small. Is Sister Yang professionally trained in marketing or business management? Film investment can be a bit risky. I think for the first project, something tangible would be better.”
“No worries, rest assured.”
Zhang Shangyu didn’t react strongly but smiled and explained, “Yang Qingshuang won’t be running operations alone. The movie project is also brought in by a professional manager—definitely reliable.”
“No one would damage their own reputation.”
Though Zhang Shangyu said this, Zhang Long still trusted his golden finger ability without doubt.
“I think we should be cautious.”
Zhang Long insisted, “Projects from professional investment managers aren’t always reliable. At the very least, we should compare two or three managers. I’m not doubting Sister Yang—after all, if she’s in your circle, she can’t be bad. But strangers? That’s a different story.”
“Just like when you asked me to join you. Without money, Caiying and Du Hong both knew me and gave you some positive feedback—would you still have asked me?”
This made Zhang Shangyu frown slightly. It made sense—he’d only met the investment manager once.
Her resume was good, but what about her character?

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“Alright, I’ll look into it.”
Zhang Long stopped pressing further. A warning at this point was enough. Without his golden finger to alert him to business risks, he might have fallen into this trap and many more later.
Whether settling into Shengxin or starting other types of companies, as long as there was a warning, he could avoid trouble.
...
“Okay, let’s go with this one.”
The following Sunday, after a week of meticulous screening through agents, Zhang Long finally found a rental home for the Luo family that was very cost-effective. There was also a suitable storefront nearby for a fruit shop, which could be secured.
Buying both the rental unit and the shop outright would cost under seven million, which wasn’t expensive.
For Zhang Long, it was just a few days’ profit.
After confirming the property, Zhang Long planned to buy the apartment and shop soon, then sign the lease through the agent to the Luo family, keeping it private for now.
He would only sign a one-year lease with the agent initially, avoiding longer terms to prevent early disclosure.
“So upscale?”
That night, when Mrs. Luo saw the photos and videos of the rental and shop on Luo Xin’s phone, she felt dizzy—they were too expensive.
The location was excellent, well-decorated, and had substantial foot traffic, just two blocks from their old home.
“Husband, eat more.”
At the dinner table, Luo Xin’s most frequent phrase was urging her brother-in-law to eat more, regardless of whether her sister-in-law exercised or not—just eat more, no harm done.
Luo Man rolled her eyes subtly, having glared at Luo Xin many times in secret, but was completely ignored.
That night, Zhang Long stayed over at the Luo home.
Though visits from Mrs. Luo’s relatives made things a bit inconvenient, it didn’t mean they had to share a bed. Their feelings weren’t deep, but there was some connection. Otherwise, if it were just a casual, transactional relationship, he wouldn’t have hesitated.
As Zhang Long had said to Liang Xue, whether a classmate or a superior, it was hard to decide since they were acquaintances. With a stranger, there’d be no hesitation—sleep if you must.
“Thank you.”
By the bedside, Luo Man leaned on Zhang Long’s shoulder and whispered softly, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for the Luo family. I can never repay you...”
Though she said she couldn’t repay him, her small hand was a bit restless, causing Zhang Long to inhale sharply.
Relatives visiting and yet flirting—what was this about?
Still, though the proper way of life was arduous, there were shortcuts to Rome, requiring no initiative from Zhang Long—just passive acceptance.
So, under Zhang Long’s sharp gaze, Luo Man slowly slipped under the covers without further mention.
A silent night passed, and dawn broke as they returned to the Bund.
...
“Phew, withdrawing foreign exchange funds.”
Back at the Bund two-bedroom apartment, Zhang Long’s first action was to withdraw all funds from the first three foreign exchange accounts—Huitong, Jiuding, and another—emptying them out. Although he didn’t quite make thirty million yuan, it was close enough. That was sufficient.
Starting this week, he planned to begin operating three new foreign exchange accounts to earn small profits according to his plan.
“Buzz, buzz buzz~”
His phone vibrated with incoming calls, but Zhang Long ignored all calls from stock and foreign exchange platforms. Accounts that were logged off no longer needed attention and would fade away.
After a while, the calls stopped.
“Huh? Wait...”
Suddenly, Zhang Long’s eyes lit up. His foresight showed the US dollar index would soon drop nearly two hundred points—a significant opportunity for profit. After closing short positions for gain, he could catch a rebound to profit twice, as long as the bounce wasn’t too small. Profitable regardless.
He bought in across three accounts.
But he didn’t go all in immediately—he entered with half the position, then added on with floating profits, trading scientifically.
Stop-loss was the soul of capital management.
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Every investment must be made with the principle of preserving principal first. The financial market is unpredictable; without stop-losses, one risks catastrophic losses.
Just like the stock market—China’s A-shares specialize in humbling the overconfident.
“Still no luck with futures?”
After executing the forex trades, Zhang Long glanced at the open futures market screen. Ni Meng, the Junan brokerage manager, sent daily trading tips. Unfortunately, even though stock market foresight was paused, futures had not been opened yet.
Pause did not mean complete stop.
Trading under individual mode allowed foresight of only two markets simultaneously. After joining Shengxin and upgrading the stock market foresight to enterprise version, futures might open?
Zhang Long understood clearly—yes.
After joining Shengxin as a securities professional, he couldn’t trade stocks on his personal account anymore and had to cancel it.
But he could still trade foreign exchange and futures.
Once forex profits reached one hundred million net, even if foresight stopped, he could still occasionally trade futures to earn.
Quite good—both corporate and personal sides thriving.
...
“Brother Long, don’t!”
At the UBS branch, Zhang Long finally met the enchanting voice of Gu Su. When he first opened an account at UBS, he was received by the trading director, then assigned to Gu Su, so he’d only heard her voice until now. Today, seeing her in person, petite but curvaceous, with a somewhat coquettish look, especially when she smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes were captivating.
“Stop, enough.”
Though there was no physical contact, Gu Su’s watery, charming eyes nearly electrified him. Yet Zhang Long’s heart was resolute—the decision to close the account was irreversible.
“Hurry up and process it, don’t stall.”
Seduction didn’t work. Seeing this, UBS had no other way to stop Zhang Long from closing the account. Delaying? No way—he might call the police.
What was the point?
Though Zhang Long didn’t explain why he closed the account, it didn’t seem to be out of dissatisfaction. Even after upgrading services and changing to a top analyst without his consent, there must be other big reasons.
Besides, with Zhang Long’s trading volume, if he wasn’t delegating to others, he was obviously an expert and best not to anger.
UBS operated properly and earned commissions on client trades, not the principal.
If this were a spot forex or fund pool platform, they might obstruct him, but a securities platform had no reason to.
All parties benefit.
Thus, over three days, Zhang Long canceled three stock accounts, and by Thursday night, Old Zhu was anxious for another meeting.
This time, besides Old Zhu, several senior members of Shengxin who wanted to recruit him showed up.
Qian Caiying and Ling Zhiqing would also attend.
“Hm?”
However, when Zhang Long arrived at the reserved restaurant room, he saw someone in the group with a string of negative returns hovering above their head—his gaze instantly froze.
Those whom Old Zhu invited tonight, including Qian Caiying and Ling Zhiqing, were naturally trustworthy, but now?
Old Zhu, oh Old Zhu...
There were bad apples in the crowd.
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