My Life with Narration

Chapter 459 - 450: Play With Fire, Wet the Bed

The whole thing started in the comment section between him and Su He. It quickly escalated, spreading to Su He’s live broadcast and the viral recording by netizens, eventually radiating to surrounding areas. Even stock forums and various internet threads were buzzing about it. With the stock market trending so hot, it spread rapidly.

As a result, the number of fans on both his and Su He’s video accounts began to skyrocket. Even though he hadn’t updated his account for a month, it suddenly became wildly popular. The number of followers soared past two million, then over three million in just a few days.

With that many followers, he’d be considered a big influencer on any platform.

He had been diligently working for months, finally finding the right direction by debuting with pet videos, interspliced with videos of young women in black stockings. By riding on the coattails of celebrity buzz, he managed to gather a substantial following.

But with a single hand-drawn stock market prediction chart, he gained over a million followers in one go, a result that rivaled months of hard work. He truly recognized the seductive power of money.

Though most people were just having fun, some genuinely wanted him to recommend stocks.

Because he hadn’t updated his videos, even Su He benefited, with her follower count doubling to over fifty thousand. She really had a knack for seizing opportunities, doing nothing yet receiving attention just because she’s the ’Stock God’s’ sister, attracting followers who worship the religion of money, trying to sneak in through the backdoor and gain popularity.

The huge influx of traffic caused clicks and views on their work to skyrocket by tens of times, with countless netizens flooding their comment sections to leave messages.

"A new Stock God is about to be born. Give it a thumbs up!"

"That damn Su Qing, he must be making money. I’m so jealous!"

"I’m grinding my molars to dust!"

"Exactly, we should be making money together. Reply to me, I’ve sent you a private message!"

"I used to envy Da Huang for the black stockings, now I’m jealous of Su Qing making money. Life is unbearable, all he does is brag and yet it works for him!"

"Stock God, I bought Shuimu Technology. Will it hit the limit-up tomorrow?"

"I just invested in Gaoyang Technology. Stock God, please bless me!"

"Please bless me, Stock God, I’m begging you!"

"Bless me too, I’ll give you a bow!"

"I’ll bow three times!"

"They say you can make money on the stock market, so why have I lost 3,000 already?"

"Brother Qing, as long as you teach me to trade stocks, you can do whatever you want, video accepted!"

The tone of comments below the videos was getting more skewed, starting from envy and jealousy, moving to asking for advice, and then turning to praying and incense burning, evolving from science to mysticism.

Isn’t it just like the Chinese’s complex beliefs?

The land of China does not host idle deities.

The Stock God is still a god. People believe they can make money following your stock picks, so they call you the Stock God. It’s only normal to see them praying and burning incense.

But his private messages were simply unbearable to look at.

There were those kissing up to him, hinting subtly, promising great benefits, wanting to pay him for stock recommendations, and of course, he attracted some girls sending pictures too.

They wouldn’t say anything at first, just sent a sizzling hot photo, some even unclothed, then asked him for stock recommendations, subtly suggesting they would be open to more.

"Hahaha, brother, how do you think this girl looks?"

In the second-floor bedroom, the two of them lay in bed, Shen Yi curled up in his arms, holding his phone, browsing through those private messages, laughing uncontrollably, holding up the phone to ask.

Almost all of them were those girls who sent pictures, hinting at the possibility of more.

Have to admit, the ones confident enough to send photos were almost all good-looking, at least the pictures were, and some even looked just as good as Shen Yi.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing rolled his eyes: "Stop it, why would I look at them!"

"Oh come on, just take a look! See, see, this one is so pretty! Wow, what a great body, tsk tsk tsk, such a chest, such a butt, what a lift~~" Shen Yi said excitedly.

Su Qing: ...

He really didn’t get it, were these pictures something he could look at? Especially in front of his girlfriend. He wasn’t some daredevil widow curious about everything and getting so excited about it.

"Why do you keep asking me to look at other women? And you’re a woman too, why do you like looking at pretty girls?" Su Qing voiced his confusion.

He truly didn’t understand whether this was Shen Yi’s test or if she really didn’t care.

"Looking doesn’t cost me anything, why not look? Besides, I’m looking with you, are you afraid I’ll get mad? Besides, you can only look and can’t do anything about it. Lastly, why do you think women don’t like looking at pretty girls? We women like handsome guys, but we also like pretty girls, okay?" Shen Yi explained, rolling her eyes.

Hearing this, Su Qing had an expression of disbelief; it was the first time he realized that not only men liked looking at pretty girls, but women did too. No wonder borderline videos were so popular—it turns out they appeal to both men and women.

"Why are you making that face? Am I not right? Look how pretty Sister Qing is, I’ve been craving her body for a long time, slurp~"

Su Qing: "...I didn’t realize you’d have such a freaky side."

Hearing this, Shen Yi’s eyes shifted, she leaned in close, breathing softly, and spoke in a very alluring tone, "You only just found out your sister is a pervert? It’s too late. Your sister can be even more of a pervert. Want to try?"

As she spoke, the hand that was holding the phone suddenly slipped under the blanket.

Su Qing: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

"Woman, I advise you not to play with fire!"

"Why?"

"Because playing with fire makes you wet the bed!"

Shen Yi: ...

"Well, let’s see if you have the guts~"

Just as she finished speaking, to her exclaiming surprise, Su Qing flipped over and turned off all the lights in the bedroom, quickly transforming 8=D to 8=======D

In no time, the previously tough-mouthed Auntie Shen was defeated thoroughly, in utter disarray.

Even though she already got her driver’s license, Su Qing had a few more years of driving experience than her, that’s the difference experience makes, and Auntie Shen, thinking of changing the dynasty, was still a bit too green.

As time passed, Singles’ Day arrived as scheduled, Double Eleven saw major e-commerce platforms going wild with promotions, the entire nation swept up in a shopping frenzy, and the stock market ushered in its final glory.

Due to the continuous rise of the stock market, many investors were seeing red, though some started sensing the impending storm and began selling off.

Su Qing also started getting nervous as the last week flew by, and ever since that day, Shen Yi asked about his stock market situation almost daily, and even the landlady came by every day to inquire.

Every time they saw the stock market still rising, especially his daily soaring profits, both would exclaim in astonishment, but it was followed by a sense of pressure.

Even though they were merely observers, they couldn’t help but feel their hearts racing, afraid of an imminent crash, while silently worrying for him.

Almost every day they advised him to cash out and sell his shares.

Finally, on the 14th, Su Qing sold all his shares in front of the two, starting to cash out.

Two hundred and fifty-six million entered his account in one go, adding to the over sixty million initially withdrawn, almost reaching three hundred and twenty million. Subtracting the one hundred million original capital, he had earned over three billion in just forty days in the stock market, a sum so vast it was overwhelmingly mind-boggling.

"Ah~~~ it’s finally over!" Seeing him successfully cash out everything, Shen Yi collapsed onto the sofa, her whole body going limp, as exhausted as being fully charged.

Even the landlady beside her secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then chided, "You, if you hadn’t sold, Little Yi and I would have been driven to death by you, I was on edge these past few days!"

Su Qing: ...

What kind of wolfish words are these? What do you mean you and Little Yi would have been driven to death by me? He admits Shen Yi was driven by him, but to say he laid a hand on you is slander.

But he had to admit, he admired the landlady a lot; her top-tier skill in innuendo was unmatched, every sentence seemed to be hinting, yet wasn’t outright, blending truth and falsehood seamlessly, like the Art of War, keeping everyone on their toes.

"My Stock God brother, you’ve made so much money, your sister now wants you to keep me as your patron!" Shen Yi, after relaxing, was filled with immense delight.

With so much money, she could not believe that the brother in front of her had become a billionaire.

She used to think she would take care of this brother, but now, it turns out he doesn’t need it at all.

"Well then, I’m a shareholder too, can’t I also be kept?" The landlady, sitting gracefully on the other end of the sofa, teased.

Clearly, now that the dust had settled, she genuinely felt happy for both Su Qing and Shen Yi.

"Sister Wen, considering your few properties, my little money isn’t even enough to buy them, if anything, you should be the one keeping us, right?" Su Qing laughed.

"Exactly, Sister Qing, you’re so rich, yet you have your eyes on my man’s money, how horrible!" Shen Yi pouted in protest.

Hearing this, the landlady rolled her eyes and finally sighed helplessly, "Ah, it’s so true; the richer they are, the tighter they hold their wallets."

"Alright then, since I’ve made money today, how about I treat you all to dinner?" At this moment, Su Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Throughout this past month, despite having the perspective ability, he felt a constant sense of unease. Now that everything had settled, he could completely relax.

On hearing that, the two women exchanged glances, then spoke simultaneously, "Now that sounds about right!"

With that said, the three got up, tidied up a bit, and then went out the door, marking an end to Su Qing’s otaku lifestyle.

However, at that moment, the market was engaged in its final brawl, with stock financial institutions sustaining the last glimmer of prosperity; meanwhile, the scythe was raised high, ready to strike at any moment.

The stock market was crowded with enough ’chives,’ including bold and cautious ones like Su Qing, leveraging crazily to rake in money, but almost all failed to sense the looming crisis.

A stock market storm was coming.

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