The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 807 - 806: Who is Jealous?

Before he knew it, it was lunchtime.

Wen Bingdong’s account showed a profit of over twenty-five thousand so far, while Pei Ziheng’s account had just scraped past one thousand yuan.

With a difference of over twenty-five times, not to mention Wen Bingdong and his crew felt confident of victory, even Dai Yu thought Pei Ziheng was sure to lose this time.

Especially since the one hundred thousand shares of Jusheng Pharmaceuticals that Pei Ziheng purchased had dropped from thirty cents to twenty-five cents and seemed likely to fall further.

He feared that by the afternoon close, the pitiful profit on Pei Ziheng’s account would have vanished, turning into a loss instead.

Taking advantage of the stock market’s one-hour lunch break, Pei Ziheng and two others went to a nearby hotel for a meal.

"Otherwise, let me admit defeat to Young Master Dong on your behalf. I’m partly to blame for insisting you come with me to the bar."

Seeing Pei Ziheng’s indifferent expression, Dai Yu added, "If you feel it hurts your pride, how about pretending to be sick?"

After saying this, he persistently made suggestive glances at Lin Fei, hoping Lin Fei would join him in persuading Pei Ziheng.

Lin Fei: "Mr. Dai, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Dai Yu: "..."

Of course, Lin Fei understood Dai Yu’s intentions, but he had no intention of persuading Pei Ziheng.

First, knowing Pei Ziheng’s temperament, even if he argued till his mouth was sore, Pei Ziheng would only consider it nonsense.

Second, Dai Yu might not understand Pei Ziheng’s capabilities, but he did.

To others, the stock market was fraught with unpredictable and baffling changes, but for Pei Ziheng, it was like his own backyard; he just needed to play around in it whenever he was short of money, and he was sure to come out flush with cash.

Few knew that Pei Ziheng was Dream, the short-term stock trader who had made a big name in Hong Kong and US stocks over the past two years.

Even a hundred Wen Bingdongs combined wouldn’t match up to Pei Ziheng.

Rather than uttering useless advice, better to keep quiet and eat.

Though the young boss had a temper, his taste was exquisite—the restaurant he chose was really nice.

Seeing the master and servant burying themselves in eating heartily, Dai Yu also picked up his chopsticks.

Hmm, delicious!

After a few bites, Lin Fei put down his chopsticks and left the private room. Dai Yu didn’t pay much attention, assuming Lin Fei had gone to the restroom.

Soon, Lin Fei came back and handed a room key to Pei Ziheng, "Fifth floor, room 508."

Pei Ziheng stood up, taking the key.

Dai Yu watched him, "Where are you going?"

"Nap."

"There’s less than half an hour until the market opens."

As Pei Ziheng walked away, Lin Fei diligently explained on behalf of his boss, "A little sleep if he can. Young Master Pei is still growing and needs plenty of sleep. Let’s continue eating."

Dai Yu: "..."

With Pei Ziheng’s exit leaving only him and Lin Fei, Dai Yu couldn’t help but complain, "It must be tough working for such a young boss, having to be both an assistant and a nanny."

"It’s not bad, I’m quite satisfied."

Seeing Lin Fei’s sincere expression, Dai Yu became curious, "How much does he pay you a month?"

"Mr. Dai, we calculate it annually, this much per year."

He made a gesture of five with his hand.

"A year for just five thousand? Isn’t that too stingy?"

Lin Fei smiled faintly, "Mr. Dai, you’re underestimating our Young Master Pei. It’s fifty thousand."

Seemingly to vouch for Pei Ziheng, Lin Fei laid out his compensation in detail, "Besides the annual salary, I get food and transport allowances of five hundred yuan each month, a year-end bonus of 20% of my annual salary, an annual seven-day international trip free of charge, and extra bonuses on birthdays and festivals—I’m quite satisfied."

Someone was feeling envious, but Dai Yu wouldn’t admit it.

Currently in the Capital, the average annual income was less than ten thousand yuan; Lin Fei’s package was indeed the pinnacle in the world of assistants.

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The afternoon trading began, and the stock prices of Wen Bingdong’s three Hong Kong stocks continued to climb.

Pei Ziheng’s few A-shares and Hong Kong stocks were tranquil as an old monk meditating.

Dai Yu, seemingly accepting the inevitable defeat, was not as agitated as he had been in the morning. He cracked sunflower seeds, listening intently to the veteran stock investors preaching in the lobby.

Soon after, Ye Yimeng arrived at the stock exchange with a few girlfriends.

"Meng Meng, what brings you here?"

Seeing Ye Yimeng, Wen Bingdong’s face bloomed into a chrysanthemum smile.

"I heard you were here having fun, so I decided to come over and check it out."

Ye Yimeng sat on the couch that Wen Bingdong had vacated, her slender legs lazily crossed. The young women who came with her stood on either side, displaying the full pomp of a lady on a tour.

When Wen Bingdong saw Ye Yimeng looking at Pei Ziheng, he deliberately raised his voice, "Meng Meng, just wait for the show today. When the stock market closes, someone is going to acknowledge me as grandpa."

One of Ye Yimeng’s companions, Shi Zhizhi, teased, "Then shouldn’t you give your grandson a red envelope?"

Wen Bingdong slapped his forehead, "Look at me, I forgot about that. It’s my first time accepting a grandson. I lack experience."

Saying this, he turned around and sent two companions out to buy red envelopes, and also some afternoon tea and fruit to entertain Ye Yimeng.

Time ticked by, and soon it was three in the afternoon.

A-shares had already closed, and the Hong Kong stocks, closing an hour later than A-shares, would end at four o’clock.

Wen Bingdong’s account had already seen a profit of forty thousand, while Pei Ziheng’s account dwindled rather than grew, leaving less than one hundred yuan.

What kind of waves can be turned in one hour?

Wen Bingdong and his group were already discussing where to celebrate that evening, some even suggested a grand ceremony to acknowledge the grandson.

Ye Yimeng was somewhat disinterested.

She had come today ostensibly for the fun of it, yet deep down, she really hoped Pei Ziheng would surprise her with an unexpected turnaround.

It turned out she had overestimated him.

Just a pretty face and nothing more, he was simply mediocre, a waste of her time.

"Let’s go."

Seeing her about to leave, Wen Bingdong quickly urged, "You’re here already, stay and watch the show until the end..."

"It’s rising! It’s rising!"

Before Wen Bingdong could finish speaking, Ou Guanglong, who was monitoring the overall market trend, suddenly shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

"Stop yelling, it’s been rising all day. What’s so extraordinary?" Wen Bingdong grumbled, annoyed at being interrupted.

Ou Guanglong pointed at the computer screen, disbelief written all over his face, "No, it’s Jusheng Pharmaceuticals that has risen!"

Upon hearing that, everyone in the room rushed over to the computer.

The stock price of Jusheng Pharmaceuticals rolled up like a timer, ticking steadily upwards.

0.27.

0.28.

0.30.

0.33.

In just ten minutes, Jusheng Pharmaceuticals’ stock price had broken through 0.50.

"Damn, is this machine broken? Call someone to fix it!" Wen Bingdong cursed, hitting the computer.

No one said a word.

Everyone, including Wen Bingdong himself, knew that this bizarre fluctuation in stock prices had nothing to do with the machine.

Ye Yimeng, who was about to leave, sat back down on the couch, her eyes riveted on Pei Ziheng’s face, which had remained calm from beginning to end. Her lips curled slightly.

"Hongtai Development has also risen!"

Hongtai was another so-called "junk" stock bought by Pei Ziheng, of course, labeled as such by Wen Bingdong and his crew.

Due to family infighting, Hongtai Development’s stock price had been on a decline all year, almost hitting rock bottom.

Yet at this moment, the stock price that had fallen for most of the year was starting to rise.