On Saturday, August 4th, the third day after Old Saddam invaded Kuwait in the Middle East, Pei Wencong and Fu Guiru both returned to the capital and summoned Li Ye over for a "secret discussion."
When Li Ye arrived at Fu Guiru's courtyard, Luo Runbo anxiously asked, "Mr. Li, I've received reliable news that Saddam has completely occupied Kuwait. What are your thoughts on this?"
Li Ye smiled. "What thoughts? Do I need to have any thoughts?"
"..."
Luo Runbo froze for a moment, then looked at Pei Wencong with some chagrin on his face.
"Ha ha ha ha! Old Luo, you lost. I told you this war wouldn't escalate."
Pei Wencong burst into laughter and held out his hand to Luo Runbo.
Muttering under his breath, Luo Runbo pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to Pei Wencong.
"You kept beating me back in school. Your luck won't last forever."
Li Ye asked in surprise, "You two were betting on me? But Old Pei, how did you decide this war wouldn't escalate?"
Pei Wencong paused, then explained strangely, "Mr. Li, oil futures have gone completely mad these past few days. But I told Old Luo that since you hadn't given us any clear signal, there was no need for us to rush into the market."
"Heh~"
Li Ye smiled. "Do you take me for an immortal? How could I possibly foresee something like a war?"
In truth, Li Ye could have foreseen Old Saddam's invasion of Kuwait, but he had accepted his grandmother Wu Juying's advice—do less of that sort of thing that leaked heaven's secrets.
For phenomena like fluctuations in the international economy, Li Ye could still explain them away by saying, "I'm a top student from the Economics Department." But how could he accurately predict a