Chapter 037: A Wager with the Analyst—Never Retreat an Inch

Today is July 30th, and it has been nearly thirteen days since arriving at the coast.

During these thirteen days, Zhang Tianfeng bought a late-night snack shop, giving Fourth Uncle and the others something to do. He opened a job agency and placed his first trusted lieutenant, Qin Yuelan, there to gain experience, and also discovered a promising young woman named Chen Jiaqi. Quietly, he established two companies: an investment firm called Tianfeng and an industrial company named Yuanfeng, with a subsidiary called Bole.

He inherited the shop owner Old Wang’s wish, continuing to provide free meals for those unable to find work, and with a few subtle moves, had a batch of problematic black-market job agents sent off to jail.

It may not seem like much, perhaps even aimless, as most of the money earned was spent. But Zhang Tianfeng knew well that he was already walking the path he had planned; now, it was only a matter of time.

At three in the afternoon, the Crown car entered Port City.

Sitting beside him, Gao Ran asked, “Boss, where do we go next to make money?”

“The Stock Exchange. We’re buying Chinese concept stocks,” Zhang Tianfeng replied.

“Are you crazy? Buying stocks now?” Gao Ran was stunned.

Even she, someone who never touched stocks, knew the domestic stock market had already collapsed, and the Hong Kong market had been falling for two months straight, trapping countless people!

“I told you I wouldn’t stop you from making money with me, but don’t try to stop me either.”

Seeing Zhang Tianfeng’s resolute expression, Gao Ran gave up trying to persuade him and turned to ask, “Lan, are you buying too?”

“Yes, I’m investing everything I have!” Qin Yuelan nodded firmly.

“Don’t! If the stocks fall, he still has money to burn, but you’d lose everything.”

“I trust him.”

The battle over jewelry in Xiyan City made Qin Yuelan stop doubting Zhang Tianfeng. She was convinced of his ability to make money, more than she trusted herself. If she still had doubts, why would she follow him here and endure hardship? With the shaved ice cart Zhang Tianfeng gave her, she could have thrived back home.

Gao Ran rubbed her forehead speechlessly, sinking into the plush car seat. “Fine, you two buy, I’ll just wait for you here.”

Arriving at the Stock Exchange, the two plunged inside.

Identity verified, account opened, and guided by staff, Zhang Tianfeng stated his intention: “Buy all Chinese concept stocks,” just as he’d instructed Alice to buy stocks before.

“Sir, are you sure you want to buy those junk stocks?” The staff member was stunned.

Zhang Tianfeng nodded. “I’m sure, and I need to correct you—Chinese concept stocks are not junk. Some people are just deliberately stirring trouble.”

“Little Zhuang, no point persuading those who court disaster,”

A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and holding a glass of red wine walked over, smiling. “Some people are patriotic lads, willing to risk everything for their country. While such self-sacrifice isn’t something we can emulate, we should praise it.”

“And you are?”

“My name is Jason, a senior analyst at the Stock Exchange...”

“No, I’m asking for your Chinese name.”

“Sorry, I’ve long since emigrated, and forgotten my Chinese name.” He smiled, not ashamed but proud.

“Then why are you still speaking Chinese?”

Zhang Tianfeng’s contemptuous glance made Jason’s face darken with rage.

Who was he? A senior analyst at the Stock Exchange, several times predicting the rise of the index, earning the nickname ‘Green Knight’ among investors! Even large fund companies greeted him with smiles, and now a country bumpkin dared insult him.

“That’s how bumpkins are—no manners. When I point it out, they get angry and insult me. Truly, trouble comes from the backwaters!”

“So, you won’t be satisfied until you get slapped, is that right?”

Zhang Tianfeng raised his hand slowly. “Bring your face over, and I’ll give you a taste of socialism. Then hurry up and get lost, alright?”

“Ridiculous!” Jason left in shame and fury.

Staff member Little Zhuang continued, following Zhang Tianfeng’s instructions to buy Chinese concept stocks, working for half an hour before finishing.

As the two stepped out of the Stock Exchange, a crowd surrounded them.

Zhang Tianfeng shielded Qin Yuelan behind him, eyeing the group of people with predatory looks.

“Mr. Country Bumpkin, do you have too much money to spend? Investing in Chinese concept stocks now, everyone knows those are junk!”

“Country Bumpkin, are you sent from the mainland to save the market? That few hundred tho