Chapter 569: The Hades of the Stock Market

"Actually, I don't know why it turned out like this either," Li Zai said, shrugging his hands.

An Yinan only felt a momentary flash of surprise at first, but she quickly regained her composure and began to look at her Stock Market.

"You continue," she said, leaving only those three words for Li Zai.

As for what those old-timers' motives are, we'll just have to wait and see.

What's the point of thinking about that now?

In the Main Hall, it was packed with people; some were standing, some were sitting, and some were even squatting. Everyone held slips of paper and notebooks in their hands, marking and drawing on them from time to time.

"Brother Zhang, have a smoke," a young man said, handing over a cigarette.

The man called Brother Zhang looked at the young man, took it with a look of arrogance, and said, "Light it for me."

Brother Zhang put the cigarette in his mouth, then squinted at the man.

The young man was someone who knew how to handle things; he immediately took out his lighter and pressed it with a pained expression, lighting the cigarette.

Brother Zhang took a puff, blew a smoke ring, and puffed it right into the young man's face. The young man choked and coughed twice, his face turning bright red, yet he dared not say a word.

"If you have something to say, say it," Brother Zhang said, puffing on his cigarette, looking at him through the hazy smoke.

The young man immediately put on a fawning smile, his waist slightly bent, his face full of ingratiating expressions. "Brother, could you tell this little brother why everyone was so excited just now?"

"What is so unique about this Madam?"

He had been here for half a month, and often heard people sighing, wondering why Madam hadn't returned yet.

Now that she had finally come, she wouldn't let them follow her, so how could they not be angry?

But the fact that these people had actually beaten those who were bad-mouthing her right out of the place was beyond his comprehension. As a native of Hong City, no one knew better than him just how cold human nature could be.

If he hadn't run out of options, he wouldn't have come here to gamble.

If he won, he lived; if he lost, he would just pick a good rooftop. His miserable life was better off ended; it would be a relief.

"The stocks Madam chooses never lose money," that Brother Zhang said first.

Yet this single sentence made the young man's mouth stretch wide.

Never lose money...

In this stock market, how is that even possible?

"Then why doesn't Madam let everyone follow her?"

Actually, what he really wanted to ask was, why wasn't everyone angry? And he had secretly observed that only a few newcomers who arrived even later than him had followed to invest; none of the old-timers had moved at all.

That Brother Zhang squinted at the young man. This kid's thoughts were all things he had played with back in his own youth, but there was nothing to hide about Madam's affairs; all the old-timers in this Main Hall knew about it.

"Madam once said that the stocks she points out are guaranteed to make a profit, but..." Brother Zhang paused.

Seeing his expression, the young man immediately understood and hurriedly handed over another cigarette—the very last one in his pack.

Although it pained him, in order to get useful information...

"You're a kid who knows how to handle things."

Brother Zhang took the cigarette and bared his yellow teeth. Having satisfied his craving for a smoke today, he wasn't prepared to beat around the bush anymore.

"Madam also said that if she doesn't let everyone participate, it's best not to, or you'll end up losing more than you gain," Brother Zhang said, tapping the kid on the forehead.

"But, aren't people afraid that Madam is keeping the profits to herself?" the young man asked, confused.

This...

Why did it feel like the atmosphere in this Exchange was different from others?

Was this really a foul-smelling stock Exchange? Or was it some kind of church?

"Keeping it to herself? Madam never keeps things to herself. Do you think these small fries could influence Madam? Besides, Madam's trades are always ahead of ours; the more we invest, the more Madam makes when she clears her position."

"If there's money to be made and you don't take it, you're a fool, but Madam certainly isn't."

At this moment, the person speaking was an old man to the side. He had been keeping his eyes closed the whole time, not even looking at the Stock Market, his whole person appearing like a sage.

Sitting firmly on the fishing platform.

That was his current posture.

However, the young man hadn't settled on any stocks these past few days; his funds were limited, and he had no energy to squander.

The things he needed to learn were far more important than that.

"That's true!" But why would Madam invest in stocks that don't make money?

This was even more of a mystery to the young man, but unfortunately, none of the people here could give him an answer.

"Brother, why don't you look at the Stock Market?" The young man had been hanging around for over half a month; he was lively, talkative, and called everyone 'brother', and since he knew how to handle things, these old-timers turned a blind eye to him.

"The ones I look at never win!" That person didn't even open his eyes, sitting on the floor, just staying there honestly.

Brother Zhang looked at the changes in his own stocks, and upon hearing that man's words, he laughed out loud, "Him? He's the famous Hades of the Exchange."

"Hades?"

"As long as it's a stock he picks, it's bound to head to the underworld and plummet."

"Later on, people at the Exchange would ask him every day which one he was investing in, and then everyone would steer clear of his choice."

The young man's eyes widened. Could there really be such an unlucky person?

He thought he was unlucky enough, but he hadn't expected that in such a vast world, anything could happen.

"But he can also be considered lucky," Brother Zhang sighed.

"Huh?"

Even with this, he's still considered lucky?

He almost couldn't bear to look at that word anymore.

"Just when he was about to jump off a building, Madam arrived," Brother Zhang sighed, thinking of how many people in the Exchange had jumped off buildings because they couldn't hold on any longer.

Which of the buildings in Hong City was innocent?

Those familiar faces had all disappeared from around them; coming to the Exchange, they were gambling—gambling with their lives.

Win, and live.

Lose, and die.

In this era, life is the least valuable thing.

"So... don't let me hear you speak ill of the Madam." The person who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened them; he had one white eye, and only one eye could see people.

Yet that gaze was fierce, filled with killing intent.

When he closed his eyes, he was like an old man, peaceful and kind.

But when he opened his eyes, he would not be the least bit surprised if someone called him a killer.

"I won't." The young man hurriedly waved his hands.

That person said nothing, looked at him, and his white eyeball even rolled, carrying a hint of scrutiny that made one's blood run cold.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes, continued sitting on the ground, and did not utter a word.

"He is Duyanlong; he has said that his life was saved by the Madam, and he cannot stand hearing anyone say a single word against her, so you be careful."

"Otherwise, you really will..."

Brother Zhang made a throat-slitting gesture, and seeing the young man shrink back in fear, he bared his teeth and burst into laughter.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the young man's back; if one wants to survive in this Exchange, the Madam is someone who must absolutely not be offended.

In this world of interests, he felt the meaning of following someone for the first time.