It was simply a case of ice and fire.
Yet it was precisely this sort of extreme maneuvering that allowed Tao Yan to quickly amass a group of fanatically loyal followers. They were willing to offer up all their money so Tao Yan could put on one brilliant performance after another. Unfortunately, after Tao Yan returned to China, he switched from short-term investments to long-term value investing, and his entire career became boring.
Thirty years later, Tao Yan had returned to his old trade in order to lure in those major international speculators. As for the small fry currently coming after him, he clearly had no interest in them.
Especially after bribery failed and they immediately turned hostile with threats. The trader, who was always expressionless but could never be called friendly, still wore that listless, indifferent look. Yet when the market opened, he struck without mercy, leaving his opponents howling in misery. Tens of millions in capital sounded substantial, but in the ever-changing stock market, it was no more than a drop in the ocean. Tao Yan merely needed to use a few tricks to mislead them, and those pitiful tens of millions vanished like bubbles under the market's impact.
The clowns who had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it were furious. Unable to defeat Tao Yan in the market, they tried to force him into submission with dirty tricks outside it. Unfortunately for them, they had run into Huo Baichuan. This rich second-generation heir, who after transmigrating had always maintained the simple ideal of eating well, drinking well, and having fun, usually looked carefree and cheerful. But when he was truly angered, even thirty or fifty men were no match for him.
Looking at the lackeys sprawled all over the