Back at the apartment.
Yang Jian took a shower and changed clothes, finally getting rid of the faint, lingering stench of corpses clinging to him.
After staying in Huanggang Village for several days, he felt the smell of death on him growing stronger and stronger. The change was not only physical but psychological as well. He could barely feel any fear toward corpses, death, or blood anymore.
It was as if he had been born able to adapt to it.
More than that, the psychological changes were the truly terrifying part.
It was as if Yang Jian and the fierce ghost inside his body were slowly assimilating with each other.
By the time he walked out of the bathroom—
Jiang Yan, sitting in front of the computer, looked at him as if both her parents had died. "I'm panicking right now. I feel like I'm about to go bankrupt."
Yang Jian asked, "What happened?"
Jiang Yan said, "Do you remember when you told me to speculate on gold last time?"
"I nearly forgot about that if you hadn't mentioned it. I made a deal this time and earned some money. I was planning to give it to you to keep managing." Yang Jian said, "Same as last time—speculate on gold."
"You'd better not."
Jiang Yan hurriedly stopped him. "You can't speculate on gold anymore. All domestic and foreign gold trading has been restricted. Right now, you're allowed to buy but not sell. I put all the money I earned with you last time—more than three million—into it. Now I can't get any of it out."
"Where did you get that much money?" Yang Jian asked.
Jiang Yan said somewhat awkwardly, "Loans. I borrowed some."
"Then I'm relieved," Yang Jian said.
"What are you relieved about?"
"With your cautionary example, I've