The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 808 - 807: Manipulating the Market

Watching the stock prices of Jusheng Pharmaceuticals and Hongtai Development soar like a rocket, Wen Bingdong and his crew were utterly dumbfounded.

"Dammit, what the hell is going on? Has the Hong Kong stock market lost its mind?"

Then, glancing at Pei Ziheng, who had been calm and composed the whole time with a confident look, Wen Bingdong’s first thought was that Pei Ziheng, just like him, had received insider information early on.

That was the only explanation!

Even though the soaring stocks belonged to rivals, Wen Bingdong and his team still felt an indescribable nervousness, excitement, and thrill.

Even if the defeat was certain, the pulse of everyone was racing.

Admiration for resilience is human nature, and the life stories of those who overcome desperate odds always deserve to be sung and idolized.

On Pei Ziheng’s side, apart from Dai Yu’s uncontrollable excitement, Pei Ziheng and Lin Fei appeared especially calm.

...

By the time the clock struck 4 pm, the Hong Kong market had closed.

Jusheng Pharmaceuticals had skyrocketed from 0.3 to 1.3 US Dollars, netting Pei Ziheng a hundred thousand.

And Hongtai Development had risen from 1.1 to 1.8, earning Pei Ziheng fifty thousand.

In total, Pei Ziheng made a hundred and fifty thousand today, exceeding Wen Bingdong by more than a hundred thousand.

"Fuck, we won! Pei Ziheng, you won! Damn it, you’re a genius, hahaha!"

If it were not for Pei Ziheng’s cold "Don’t mess with me" demeanor, Dai Yu really wanted to lift him high.

"How did you do it?" Ye Yimeng couldn’t help but approach Pei Ziheng to ask.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze in the room turned to Pei Ziheng.

Everyone, including Dai Yu, wanted to know.

However, Pei Ziheng, as always, didn’t give Ye Yimeng any face, "Do we know each other?"

Ye Yimeng, far from being angry, instead took the initiative to extend her hand toward Pei Ziheng, "Ha, my apologies for being abrupt. Let me introduce myself, I’m Ye Yimeng."

"Don’t know you, and not interested in knowing."

Seeing Pei Ziheng’s disregard for the goddess, Wen Bingdong was about to confront him when suddenly a partner burst into the lounge excited:

"We’ve cracked it! We’ve cracked it!"

"Jusheng Pharmaceuticals and Hongtai Development both hired the top trader Dream to help boost their stock prices. Additionally, Jusheng Pharmaceuticals received an investment of eighty million US dollars from Roche Group, and Hongtai Development got a project for rebuilding a decommissioned power station in London."

Tomorrow is the weekend, and with these two pieces of good news fermenting over the weekend, who knows how high Jusheng Pharmaceuticals and Hongtai Development will soar when the market opens on Monday.

The question arises, how did Pei Ziheng know about this significant insider information?

"Last night’s matter, consider it settled."

After saying this to Wen Bingdong, Pei Ziheng got up and walked away.

Lin Fei and Dai Yu followed him closely ahead and behind.

Wen Bingdong, unwilling to give up, chased after him, "Pei Ziheng!"

Seeing Wen Bingdong approaching, Lin Fei instinctively guarded Pei Ziheng.

Seeing Lin Fei on guard, Dai Yu was somewhat speechless; with the skills Pei Ziheng demonstrated last night, three Wen Bingdongs combined wouldn’t be enough.

"Do you know Dream?"

Wen Bingdong had a reason for asking this.

The insider information on the three stocks he bought came from Ye Yimeng.

And clearly, Ye Yimeng didn’t know the insider details about Jusheng Pharmaceuticals and Hongtai Development, otherwise she wouldn’t have publicly asked Pei Ziheng.

The Ye Family are the top elites in the Capital, with influence in both military and political circles.

Even with Pei Ziheng’s strong connections, he couldn’t have bypassed the Ye Family – so the only possibility left was that Pei Ziheng knew Dream.

After all, Dream’s origins are unclear and incredibly mysterious.

"Yeah, I know him."

Lin Fei played it cool and observant, "More than just acquaintances, standing right in front of you."

Wen Bingdong’s face showed the shock and excitement of a "Fuck, that’s awesome." He then asked, "Can you introduce me?"

"Can’t."

Wen Bingdong persisted, "I’ll pay!"

Pei Ziheng raised an eyebrow, "I’m not short on chump change."

Wen Bingdong pressed, "...Name your price."

"One hundred million."

"In Korean Won?"

"You look the part."

Korean Won? Idiot?

By the time Wen Bingdong realized that Pei Ziheng had insulted him, Pei Ziheng had already walked away, leaving Dai Yu somehow stranded at the entrance of the exchange, hailing a taxi.

Wen Bingdong, swinging his Ferrari keys, offered, "Need a ride?"

Never one to pass up a freebie, Dai Yu got into Wen Bingdong’s sports car.

Wen Bingdong obviously wasn’t being charitable without reason. After making small talk for a while, he steered the conversation to Pei Ziheng.

"Are you close with him?"

"Pretty much, known him for a few years now. His brother is going to be my future cousin-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Wen Bingdong immediately inquired about Pei Ziheng’s background.

Dai Yu, fixing his hair messed up by the convertible’s roof, said, "Young Master Dong is overthinking it. My friend doesn’t have any influential background; he’s just from some small place, young and hot-headed. As a man of your standing, you should be more forgiving and not stoop to his level."

Wen Bingdong glanced at Dai Yu, not sure if Dai Yu was praising him or mocking him.

To think, the Crown Prince of Tian’an struggled with a kid from some nowhere town—what an embarrassment.

Father Wen was a gold seeker who returned from Hong City. A few years after returning to the country, he entered the real estate industry, and his proudest achievement was spending a billion to build the Tian’an Building.

Tian’an Building was one of the few high-end office buildings in the Capital, earning Wen Bingdong the nickname "Crown Prince of Tian’an."

On the other side.

Lin Fei was driving Pei Ziheng home, ears pricked up to eavesdrop on Pei Ziheng’s phone conversation in the back seat.

The call was from Zhuang Xu in London: "...Jusheng Pharmaceuticals and Hongtai have already transferred the commission."

"Send ten million to the Seal Club; the rest is yours."

Zhuang Xu gasped, "Are you serious? Two million for me?"

"If you can’t hear, donate it." With that, Pei Ziheng ended the call abruptly.

Seeing this, Lin Fei swiftly reported the information he had gathered about Ye Yimeng.

Although uninterested in Ye Yimeng, knowing both the enemy and oneself ensures no peril in battle.

So, after confirming that today’s disruption was caused by Ye Yimeng, Pei Ziheng had immediately instructed Lin Fei to investigate her.

Hearing it was a member of the Ye family, a look of realization crossed Pei Ziheng’s dark eyes.

...

"Meng Jie, let it go. I’ve checked for you already, that Pei guy is just a kid, not even sixteen yet."

Hearing her friends mention Pei Ziheng’s personal details, Ye Yimeng was somewhat surprised, "Isn’t he a sophomore at Qing University?"

"They say he only spent two years in elementary school and started middle school at seven."

"That being the case, he’s a genius then?"

Those familiar with Ye Yimeng could tell that she had genuinely become interested in Pei Ziheng.

If last night was about playful teasing, now, after learning about Pei Ziheng’s background and seeing how he had expertly outmaneuvered Wen Bingdong, Ye Yimeng saw Pei Ziheng as a hunter zeroes in on its prey, determined to capture him.

What did age matter? A few more years and he’d be grown.