My name is He Wenjie, and right now I am panicking. Last night I was still drinking with clients, and after the party broke up, all I remember was heading home alone before completely blacking out.
Waking up early this morning, I found myself lying in a strange room. Could I have been preyed on by someone last night? Oh shit, surely I didn't have such terrible luck to run into a freak.
At this thought, He Wenjie gave a shudder and instinctively checked himself over. Fortunately, his body felt normal. Although he hadn't been a virgin for ages, it was still better not to experience that kind of ordeal.
Once he was sure he hadn't been violated, He Wenjie wanted to get up and ask about what happened last night, but suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over him, and a flood of chaotic memories rushed into his mind.
By the time He Wenjie digested these memories, he realized that he had fallen into the cliché trope of time travel. He only knew that the world he was currently in was a TV and film universe, and he had a bizarre Golden Finger: Stock Market Seer.
Stock Market Seer? What kind of nonsense is this? Other people get transmigrated with Golden Figures that start them off with a million in cash plus shares in listed companies, and you give me this piece of junk?
There's no use thinking too much about it. A trashy cheat is still a cheat; having one is better than having none. In this world, his name was also He Wenjie—the standard cliché of being an orphan whose parents had both passed away. The only inheritance left to him was the apartment he was currently living in, and the mortgage wasn't even paid off yet.
The original owner was from a small town in the Northeast. After his parents died, he came to Beijing alone to work, and he practically cut off all contact with people back home, which actually saved He Wenjie some trouble.
Aside from the Golden Finger, there was also a countdown in his mind: the remaining stay was 0.05%, which meant he still had to live in this world for 2,000 days, nearly six years. He Wenjie got up. On the bedside table lay a movie ticket for *2012*. Ha, back to the moment of the apocalypse.
Just as He Wenjie was in a daze, a phone ring interrupted his thoughts. "Hello, He Wenjie, do you have any idea what time it is? Why aren't you at the company yet? Don't you want to keep your job? Let me tell you, your full attendance bonus for this month is gone, and I'm docking your bonus on top of that."
"Fuck off, I quit. If you dare to nag me again, see if I don't fucking finish you." Damn it, now that he'd time-traveled, who was going to take this kind of crap? Anyway, he only had a few years here; at worst, he could sell the apartment. Based on current housing prices, he could easily get a few million, which was more than enough to coast through these six years.
He Wenjie started researching his Golden Finger, the Stock Market Seer. That definitely meant it had to do with the stock market. Unfortunately, it seemed he didn't have a stock trading account in this world, so he would have to go out and set one up later.
He Wenjie wasn't in a rush to leave. First, he used his laptop to download a stock trading software and started studying it. In his past life, he had also dabbled in stocks—a pure, unadulterated leek whose hard-earned savings from work all went toward contributing to the stock market.
He studied for ages without noticing any special changes. He had no idea what use this Stock Market Seer actually was. In the real world, he only knew that the stock market experienced a massive bull run in 2015, but the timeline was still a bit too far off. If he really had to hunker down and wait until then, he wouldn't have much time left to enjoy himself anyway.
Just as He Wenjie found nothing and was about to give up, he suddenly noticed something was amiss. The stock's K-line chart was wrong; the chart he was looking at had an extra section appended to it—he could see tomorrow's stock market trends.
He understood now. The Stock Market Seer allowed him to know stock price fluctuations a day in advance. He checked the five-day and monthly charts again; similarly, they both extended further than the actual time, meaning he could predict a stock's trend up to a month in advance. Wasn't this a surefire path to a happy life?
At this thought, he hurriedly went out to open a stock trading account, then went to a nearby real estate agency to list his apartment. Even with the housing market this hot, could it possibly outpace my stock returns? You've got to be kidding me. Once that was settled, he checked the original owner's bank card balance—uh, 5,374. That was all the money across six bank cards. Whatever, better than nothing.
Right now, he needed to scrape together some startup capital. When you have no resources and no connections, how do you raise money the fastest? Online loans, of course. He applied for every single online loan that offered fast disbursement. In two days, two hundred thousand in startup capital was in his hands.
Over the next week, he used that two hundred thousand to buy stocks he was optimistic about. The daily ten percent profits had him grinning from ear to ear.
Since the real estate market was currently on an upward trend, and He Wenjie had asked for a relatively low price, his apartment sold very quickly. After deducting the mortgage and various fees, he walked away with one million. Just one million—He Wenjie had still been looking at property prices through the lens of his past life, forgetting that housing prices hadn't reached those exaggerated levels yet.
He simply packed a few changes of clothes, handed the keys to the buyer, and left, severing the last ties with the original owner.
He found a budget hotel for three thousand a month and dove back into the stock market. When the one-month seclusion period ended, the funds in his hand still amounted to six million after paying off all the online loans.
What? You still want me to pay back online loans? Why would I pay back loans I borrowed entirely through my own skill? Our man isn't short of that small change now, and having debt collectors call you every day over a few thousand bucks is pretty embarrassing, you know.
With money in his pocket, He Wenjie wasn't in such a rush to make a fortune anymore. After all, he wouldn't be staying in this world for much longer; unspent money was just waste paper. Besides, with the amount of capital in his account now, operating the way he used to would likely draw the attention of the authorities.
He withdrew one million from his account to the bank, then looked at the monthly charts to pick out a monster stock that could double in a month. It would definitely yield a lot less profit compared to day trading, but if anyone investigated, it wouldn't look quite so obvious.
With money in his pocket, naturally, he had to treat himself properly. Budget hotels no longer satisfied his needs; star-rated hotels were the standard now. This time, He Wenjie didn't even want his spare clothes; the items the original owner bought were all cheap street vendor garbage anyway. He packed his computer into his bag, checked out, and headed straight for the shopping mall.
Neither the original owner nor the current He Wenjie had ever been wealthy, so they had even less concept of luxury goods. He randomly picked a men's clothing store and walked in. There were no snobby salespeople looking down on him; the sales associate greeted him warmly, robbing him of a chance to put on a face-slapping display against arrogant snobs.
The sales clerk who received him cursed her bad luck inwardly. The guy looked like someone who couldn't afford anything, but due to company rules, it was her turn in rotation, so she could only force herself to be hospitable.
"Beauty, help me pick out two outfits that suit me." Although He Wenjie's fashion sense was lacking, he had plenty of cash in his pocket. They say money gives a man backbone, and with over a million in his bank card, every word he spoke was full of confidence.
He Wenjie's words instantly stunned the surrounding sales clerks. Holy crap, this guy wasn't some country bumpkin here just to gawk—he was a tycoon! The sales clerk who was serving him snapped back to reality and immediately ushered him into the VIP lounge to fetch clothes for him.