[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot":3,"chapter-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-38":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in a Small County, and You Say I'm a Big Shot?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2297449,4494,"Chapter 38: IQ 150+ Idiot Group","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-38",38,"\u003Cp>It was nearing the end of June, and there was nothing urgent at work; Fang Qingye drifted through his days, doing just enough to get by while spending most of his time on his own affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had largely completed the mathematical model for the relationship between stock market prices and theoretical prices that Dongguan Mei had assigned, and was now evaluating it—but there was no rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past two days, his focus had been on Beijing Tourism stock; according to his memory, the Olympics were less than two months away, and this stock was about to surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Longping High-Tech had turned a substantial profit as expected, he had entered too early—the stock fell for three days before rising, and he’d even bet Jiang Chen into a heavy loss, something the guy still hadn’t forgiven him for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since work was so dull, he couldn’t just sit there like the young woman across from him, Cao Ting, who chatted endlessly on QQ with god-knows-how-many netizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye opened Tonghuashun, glanced at the overall market, then checked individual stock K-lines, and noticed that the daily, weekly, and monthly KDJ indicators for Beijing Tourism had all formed a low-price golden cross—a signal the stock was about to break out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t guaranteed; he still needed to evaluate it holistically using market trends, trading volume, and other indicators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching for a while, he decided to buy—but he wouldn’t act now; he’d wait until he got home to avoid Liu Meili seeing him and scolding him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, whenever Liu Meili saw him looking at stock news, she’d bring up Sun Jiaming’s suicide after losing money in stocks, warning him to learn from it, which made him feel awkward sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how workplaces are, especially in small-town offices—there are always overzealous aunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner at home, Fang Qingye brewed tea, turned on his computer, and checked the market again; Beijing Tourism’s closing price that day was 12.1 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d made about 1.1 million yuan last time; he spent 100,000 yuan on a car, and after adding his salary, his account now held just over 1 million yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye planned to go all-in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bought 833 lots at 12.0 yuan, placing the order to execute tomorrow; his account now had only 600 yuan left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough—it was payday in a few days anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing the trade, Fang Qingye ran one final test and evaluation on his model, then logged into QQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongguan Mei’s sailor suit avatar kept flashing; he usually ignored it unless there was something urgent, but today he clicked on her avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He automatically skipped her countless middle-schooler-style messages and typed directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.” She replied instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My heartbeat accelerates because of your presence; my heart is bewitched by everything about you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sent another middle-schooler message; Fang Qingye’s head throbbed, and he typed back immediately: “Talk normally! Or I’m logging off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OK!” She sent an emoji, then typed: “Husband, have you bought Beijing Tourism yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bought it.” Fang Qingye answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband really listens to his wife... Yay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her sink back into self-indulgence, Fang Qingye smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether I buy Beijing Tourism has nothing to do with you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t reply—he knew she’d just flood him with more nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering his model was done, he added: “I’ve finished the model. Want to take a look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow... so fast? Husband is amazing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately followed by several giant exclamation marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye ignored it, sent her the document, and waited a long while before Dongguan Mei typed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OK, received! Husband used the integral model I suggested? So good... hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing another flood of smiley faces, Fang Qingye typed two words without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pay up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush... how could I owe my husband? Let me add you to a group first.” She replied, then quickly sent a group ID.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye was curious; he searched the group ID on QQ and found the name absurdly middle-schooler: IQ 150+ Group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not name it IQ 250+?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye grumbled but still applied to join. His request was approved instantly; after entering, he checked the member count—only fifteen, including himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome new member, Donghai Daoke! Flowers everywhere...” Dongguan Mei posted in the group, and someone replied immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SoUglyItSlowsTheInternet: “Welcome, new member! Our ranks grow stronger... but did you take the IQ test? Is it over 150?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>OneMealSevenAndAHalfBowls: “Male? Female? Trans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ListenToMenTellGhostStories: “New member: post your measurements or a nude photo—choose one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at these absurd QQ names and messages, Fang Qingye was stunned—was he in a group of idiots?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongguan Mei quickly stepped in to defuse it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t scare my husband—he’s very shy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shy your ass...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye was about to retort when another barrage of messages came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? He’s your husband? Aaaah... my pure little heart is shattered!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I challenge him to a duel—in the name of Hestia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh dear...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t realize Dongguan Mei was this popular—were all these guys her fans?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were so few—only thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongguan Mei seemed to ignore the chatter and @ed Fang Qingye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, let me introduce you to them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“SoUglyItSlowsTheInternet: Master’s student at Renmin University’s School of Finance, second year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OneMealSevenAndAHalfBowls: Master’s student at MIT’s Sutcliffe School of Computer Science, first year, specializing in software programming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ListenToMenTellGhostStories: PhD candidate in Information and Computational Science at Peking University—she’s a girl, by the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Dongguan Mei’s introductions, Fang Qingye was quietly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If what she said was true, this was truly a high-IQ group—each one a master’s or PhD from a top university, while he was just a bachelor’s grad from a 211 school in Shanghai, far beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Dongguan Mei finished introducing everyone, someone @ed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little beauty, who is this Donghai Daoke? What makes him worthy to be your husband?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush—I’ll explain now.” Dongguan Mei typed back quickly, adding a smiley face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Donghai Daoke graduated with a bachelor’s in Finance from Shencai University, now works at a bank in Jiangsu Province.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confirmed in Jiangsu? Why not join an investment bank in Shanghai?” Someone immediately asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What could a bachelor even do in Shanghai?” The tone dripped with contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye checked the sender’s name: OneMealSevenAndAHalfBowls—the MIT master’s student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could reply, Dongguan Mei shot back: “Don’t underestimate my husband—he built the stock price vs. theoretical price model I mentioned in under a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s defending me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye hadn’t expected that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then OneMealSevenAndAHalfBowls posted again: “Took a month? That’s way beyond my expectations—I thought it’d take three days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy really looks down on people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",1096,"2026-06-20T05:58:40.725Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","56db631f12cf1697f67b216f2333aea9206c49aacb92ea3a8133dbf10e00f470","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-39","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-37",215,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]