Terrifying Earning Potential

After graduating from university, Zhang Hao found a job in a second-tier provincial capital city, but quit not long after. He majored in design and could take on many freelance design projects, so supporting himself was no problem. If he landed a larger design job, his income wouldn't be bad at all, definitely more than his salary.

He never imagined he'd be this unlucky today, nor did he know who was so powerful.

Zhang Hao suddenly froze. He noticed the sell orders on the daily limit down were rapidly decreasing in quantity. A thought flickered in his mind: it's been eight minutes!

Ten minutes later!

This piece of junk stock suddenly took off, almost in a straight line, shooting upwards.

Zhang Hao watched, dumbfounded. In less than five minutes, this junk stock had hit the daily limit up, a 20% increase, over 600,000 in profit. A "heaven-and-earth limit"!

From limit down to limit up, from hell to heaven!

Clutching his chest, Zhang Hao's face turned from pale to red. He felt his heart was about to leap out of his mouth. This was too damn exciting! He'd seen heaven-and-earth limits before, but that was like watching scenery from the shore. The scenery was beautiful, but it wasn't his. Now, it was completely different – he was all-in on a heaven-and-earth limit!

"How is this possible! Am I dreaming?" Zhang Hao mumbled, unable to believe it.

A line of text floated on his phone.

Nothing is impossible, and you're not dreaming! A reminder: the money you earned... I get seven, you get three!

Zhang Hao's mouth fell open, speechless. So that's what "I get seven, you get three" meant. In other words, out of over 600,000 in profit, the other party got over 400,000, and he got nearly 200,000.

Zhang Hao didn't want to argue about this small amount. Even three-tenths felt like too much. In less than half an hour, he'd made nearly 200,000. He was truly shocked.

Zhang Hao said, "Okay, okay. If there's a loss, it'll be in the same proportion!" He reacted quickly, immediately bringing up the disadvantageous situation to avoid future disputes. At this point, he wasn't thinking about calling the police at all. He was just genuinely curious: who was this person? They were practically a super good Samaritan.

More importantly, was there really such a good person in the world? Was this a joke!

"Who are you? No joke, who are you?" Zhang Hao asked very seriously this time.

Really, Zhang Hao truly wanted to understand who had orchestrated such a prank. What baffled him most was how this person could control his computer and phone so easily, and possess such accurate foresight in the stock market. The courage to go all-in wasn't something ordinary people possessed.

He picked up the cola on the table and took a big gulp. The events of the past few minutes had left him parched. He took a drink to calm his nerves.

Suddenly, a jingle played, followed by a childish voice.

I am a little bee, a little, little bee... Flying around, so happy, so happy...

Pfft!

He sprayed a mouthful of cola.

Coughing and putting down the can, Zhang Hao suddenly understood. The other party didn't want to tell him anything.

This person is infuriating! But, considering he could make money, who he was didn't matter. The money was in his account anyway. If he wanted money, he'd have to give him an account. Thinking this, Zhang Hao calmed down.

Zhang Hao then teased, "You're a little bee? Alright, I'll call you Little Bee then."

Two red characters appeared on the phone screen.

Mi Feng!

You can call me Mi Feng.

Mi Feng and "bee" sounded similar, so Zhang Hao knew this guy was definitely talking nonsense. But even if it was nonsense, he had to accept it. Otherwise, he wouldn't even know the other party's name.

"Mi Feng, how do I give you your share of the profits? Give me an account number?"

A line of text floated across the phone screen.

Leave it in your account. If I need it, I'll find a way. Besides, this is just the beginning! Why are you in a hurry?

Zhang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Can... can you stop controlling things? I can't use my phone or computer..."

Yes. I'll tell you clearly, even if you reinstall the system or buy a new computer and phone, I will still appear. Therefore, any resistance is futile and will only make you more agitated. Since we've confirmed cooperation, you have no other choice. Of course, if you truly end the cooperation, you will be the one at a disadvantage, not me!

Zhang Hao was speechless, but he understood perfectly that the other party made sense. Just based on one point: if the other party could make money in the stock market, even if he only got three-tenths, it was still a massive profit.

"Understood. We'll cooperate! Mi Feng, happy cooperating!"

Zhang Hao was decisive. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy the joy of making money. After all, anyone in his position would probably agree to these terms.

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Zhang Hao found he could operate his phone. He opened his computer, and he could operate that too!

Slumping back into his chair, he picked up the cola and chugged it down. He sat there stunned for a full half hour before Zhang Hao came back to his senses. He quickly opened the program on his computer and checked his account carefully. It wasn't a dream just now; the red profit numbers were still there.

He had never seen himself make so much money in less than half an hour since he started trading stocks. He used to be unable to resist selling off some shares when he made tens of thousands, let alone hundreds of thousands in one go. This time was simply incredibly unbelievable! The entire event was so unreasonable, so bizarre. He pondered, who could it be?

Zhang Hao was a shut-in, rarely going out. Most of his friends were online. His hometown was a small city in the south. His parents had passed away when he was in college – in a tragic car accident. So, after graduation, he stayed in the city where his university was located. Besides a few close college classmates, he had almost no friends.

Although he didn't have many friends, he knew many people. Because he took on design work, he knew quite a few people. He even had a few people who specifically helped him get jobs, acting like agents. He had to pay them a certain percentage for every design job he received. After seven or eight years, he had built his own network.

Zhang Hao currently lived on the outskirts of the city, in an old residential complex. This was a rundown second-hand apartment he had bought – what's known as a "small, old, broken" unit. It wasn't large, only a little over fifty square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. When he bought it, the price wasn't high because it was on the seventh floor, and the old building had no elevator, so the top floor was relatively cheaper.

The south-facing room was the largest, about twelve square meters, with a small balcony. This served as Zhang Hao's workspace. The north-facing room was less than eight square meters; after fitting a large bed, there wasn't much space left. That was his bedroom.

The living room wasn't large either, just a dining table, two wooden chairs, and a refrigerator. There wasn't much furniture in the apartment; it was clean and tidy. There weren't many things, but they were all neatly arranged.