From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Half a month went by in the blink of an eye.

For the past half-month, the trio of Su Chen, Sicong, and Chen Feiyu had been partying like mad.

The day after Su Chen moved to Shallow Bay, Chen Feiyu brazenly showed up at his door, ostensibly to show Su Chen and his friend the sights and delicacies of Xiangjiang.

In reality, Chen Yulong had sent him to be Su Chen’s personal host, giving him a strict order to ensure Su Chen had the time of his life.

The trio spent four full days doing everything Xiangjiang had to offer: taking in the night view of the entire city from Taiping Mountain, sightseeing on a double-decker bus, and attending a yacht party in Victoria Harbor!

Ahem. The most noteworthy event was the private yacht party in Victoria Harbor.

The yacht was a super-luxurious Riva, 60 meters long, which the Chen family had pulled some strings to borrow. It was considered the most opulent yacht in all of Xiangjiang.

Who knows if Sicong and Chen Feiyu had planned it in secret, but that night, the only other guests at the yacht party besides the three men were seven or eight beautiful women.

According to Chen Feiyu, they were all Miss World contestants—and completely all-natural, at that...

Furthermore, these Miss World contestants hailed from different places: Xiangjiang, Taiwan, Japan, and Korea.

Who knew how much effort Sicong and Feiyu had put in behind the scenes!

To hear them tell it, if they hadn’t been short on time, they could have even brought over a few actual Miss World winners...

The party that night was wild. There was dancing on the yacht, drinking games, and beautiful women giving private dances!

Su Chen had no idea how he even made it through the night.

All he knew was that when he woke up, three or four fair-skinned, beautiful bodies were lying next to him.

He even staggered when he got out of bed, his legs so weak he nearly collapsed.

After the... stimulating... yacht party, Su Chen spent two full days recuperating at home, needing several restorative meals before he felt like himself again.

Once Su Chen had recovered, Sicong and Chen Feiyu dragged him off again to tour several nearby places.

They went to experience the different local cultures and customs.

...

"Ah, finally home," Su Chen complained, lounging on an outdoor deck chair. "I’m exhausted. I’m never going out with you two again!"

"Young Master Su, you might be a little tired, but tell me you didn’t have fun," Sicong said, giving Su Chen a teasing look.

"Yeah, right! Everyone knows about Young Master Su’s 1-v-4 record!" Chen Feiyu chimed in.

"Fun my ass! All I know is that my body is paying the price right now!"

"Ahem..."

Sicong was about to offer a retort when Su Chen’s phone started ringing.

Seeing the caller ID, Su Chen seemed to recall something.

"Crap! I’ve been messing around with you two so much, I completely forgot about Pei Rang and his team!" Su Chen slapped his forehead.

"Ah..." Sicong rubbed his nose awkwardly. He had forgotten, too.

Su Chen quickly answered the call. "Ahem... Pei Rang!"

"Boss! We struck it rich this time!!"

The moment the call connected, Pei Rang’s excited voice burst from the phone.

"Holy shit, this sounds juicy!" Sicong and Chen Feiyu shot up from their chairs and huddled around Su Chen.

Su Chen shot the two clowns an exasperated glare.

But they both pretended not to see it, their eyes glued to the phone on the table.

"Go on," Su Chen said into the phone. "Tell me what’s happening."

"It’s like this, Boss. Our short contract had a half-month term..."

Pei Rang spoke for nearly ten minutes without taking a breath, laying out the whole sequence of events.

It turned out that with Wall Street firms like Goldman Sachs deliberately driving it down, the price of gold had plummeted from 1,749.32 US Dollars per ounce to 1,248.72 US Dollars per ounce in less than half a month.

As soon as the contract expired, Pei Rang decisively closed out their short position.

After deducting all fees, the short play had netted them a cool eighty million US Dollars!

Su Chen thought that was the end of it. He didn’t expect that the drop in the stock market price of gold would also cause the physical gold price in the market to fall to 243 yuan per gram.

There’s a saying: "Antiques in times of prosperity, gold in times of chaos!"

The infamous "dama" of Huaxia, with their innate instinct to buy, buy, buy, simply couldn’t hold back.

They went on a frenzied buying spree for physical gold products.

Gold jewelry, gold bars—they bought it all up!

This gold rush on the mainland caught the attention of Yunmengze’s data analysts. They quickly contacted Pei Rang in Xiangjiang to inform him.

Pei Rang had tried to call Su Chen then, but Su Chen was off having fun in Singapore, and Pei Rang’s phone plan didn’t have international roaming. Several calls failed to connect.

Unable to reach him, Pei Rang made an executive decision and used all their capital to go long on gold.

Thanks to the dama’s frenzied buying, the stock market price of gold was pushed up to nearly 1,400 US Dollars per ounce over the next few days before it plateaued. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Pei Rang analyzed that the price of gold was heading for a long-term stalemate, so he decisively sold off all their long positions.

With that one short and one long play, not counting Su Chen’s initial investment of one hundred million, Pei Rang had made a whopping one hundred and fifty million US Dollars.

Converted to Huaxia currency, that’s almost 1.1 billion!!

This time, Pei Rang had more than proven his talent!!

"You’ve all worked hard," Su Chen said. "Get some rest. I’ll give you your bonuses once you’re back on the mainland."

Su Chen hadn’t forgotten the promise he’d made: a five percent share of the profits!

Excited shouts erupted from the other end of the line. It seemed the other traders had overheard Su Chen’s words.

"Thank you, Boss!"

"Oh, right, Boss! Citibank is already processing the funds. It won’t be long before the money is transferred to your account!" Pei Rang added quickly.

"Mm, got it," Su Chen said, his tone casual.

When he hung up, Su Chen saw Sicong and Chen Feiyu staring at him, their faces a mask of shock.

Chen Feiyu, in particular, couldn’t believe Su Chen’s profit was so massive.

That was 1.1 billion! There were only a handful of people in all of Xiangjiang who could pull together that kind of cash on short notice!

"Feiyu, look at him... just look! 1.1 billion, and Young Master Su doesn’t even bat an eye. If that were me, I’d make sure everyone in the country knew that I, Sicong, had just made a killing!!"

"Such a shame... A fortune fell from the sky, and I wasn’t there to catch it!" As he said this, a pained expression crossed Sicong’s face.

’If I’d just been a little more shameless, a little bolder back then, I’d be one of the ones laughing all the way to the bank right now!’

"Young Master Su!"/"Mr. Su!" Sicong and Chen Feiyu pleaded in unison. "Next time a golden opportunity like this comes up, you have to include us!"

They looked at each other after they spoke and burst into laughter.

Su Chen couldn’t help but laugh at the two clowns.

DING! A crisp notification sound came from his phone.

Su Chen glanced down at his phone. A transfer notification for 1.2 billion had appeared on the screen.

It was the principal and profit, transferred from Citibank.

Sicong and Chen Feiyu saw the text message as well. They both looked at Su Chen and said, "Tonight, you absolutely have to treat us to a nice dinner. To comfort our wounded souls!"

"Alright, alright, fine! I’ll arrange it right now!" Su Chen knew there was no getting out of this dinner.

He immediately picked up an intercom to call the butler and make the arrangements.