One of them was Zheng Lei, who was clapping furiously at the moment, shouting, "Brother Lie, count me in!"
The other was Xia Hongjuan, a local girl nicknamed Big Hero, proficient in everything from marketing management to research reporting.
She didn’t join the commotion, her head bowed as she furiously scribbled notes.
Sitting next to her, Lou Zhi muttered sourly, "What’s the use of noting down this stuff? Han Lie says a few random things, and you treat it like scripture?"
"AHEM!" Duan Xiaoyi cleared his throat and began to pontificate. "What Brother Lie said isn’t necessarily wrong, but it’s all rehashed old points, nothing new. If you want to learn, you should spend more time on Taoguba looking at the insights of real masters. That would be more helpful. And is that how cycles are used? The very first step, conceptually, isn’t rigorous..."
Big Hero initially ignored him, but he kept babbling endlessly, forcing her to look up.
"I can distinguish between trading cycles, cycle theory, and cyclical stocks. Has your face healed already? If it doesn’t hurt, go talk to Han Lie. Don’t bother me, alright?"
Duan Xiaoyi’s face flushed with embarrassment, a flicker of resentment in his eyes. "We people from Magic Capital should..."
"Thanks for your concern," Big Hero retorted in dialect, turned her face away, and moved her book and notes a bit further.
Artie was fuming. He looked around and saw that, apart from Lou Zhi, everyone else was expressing admiration for Han Lie.
So lonely. Utterly alone. Shallow, they’re all so damn shallow!
Han Lie returned to his seat and had just settled in when Teacher Wu banged hard on the blackboard.
"Classmates, you should thank Han Lie for his sharing. His thoughts and approach are very valuable; although there are some discrepancies with my own understanding, overall it’s self-consistent and has great learning value.
What is self-consistency? It’s a repeatable, verifiable, closed loop.
Actually, to make money in the market, you don’t necessarily need a completely self-consistent theory. But if you want to make money in the market consistently over the long term, a system is fundamental. And what is a system? Student Han Lie explained it very well..."
Old Wu, full of enthusiasm, launched into a detailed explanation.
Xi Luting listened for a little while before she felt dizzy and lowered her head to begin doodling in her notebook.
One page showed Han Lie’s six-dimensional attribute chart.
Another page was titled "Specific Analysis of the Domineering CEO Personality".
Below it was a mess of notes. The handwriting was sloppy, with many scribbles and smears.
And now, she was recording new impressions.
Today, that damn dog Han Lie was called to the podium by the teacher.
As for the content, it was impressively obscure.
The applause from the students was enthusiastic. I don’t know how much of it was heckling, how much was encouragement, how much was genuine appreciation for its brilliance, and how much was simply because they found him handsome.
It sounded pretty plausible, but it was too complicated and somewhat boring.
And I don’t find him handsome.
However, that dog Han Lie’s demeanor is worth observing and analyzing.
Poised and confident.
His words were concise, his logic clear.
He had an air about him that said, "It doesn’t matter if you understand or not; I’m right anyway."
His aura was particularly strong.
The teacher was very excited and lavished praise on that dog Han Lie.
Afterward, the teacher went into a long analysis of "self-consistency."
I suddenly realized—if someone possesses a completely self-consistent framework in their professional field, and by constantly refining and applying it, they achieve success after success, wouldn’t that build immense self-confidence?
That kind of absolute self-confidence from the inside out is the source of "domineering"!
It’s not blind arrogance, not inexplicable pride, not an aloofness derived from the wealth or power of parents or any other external factors.
It is completely independent, completely one’s own, completely internal.
It stands up to any test.
It is the very root of the domineering CEO’s charismatic personality!
The reason everyone finds Han Lie handsome isn’t because of his actual looks, but because he appears strong, calm, composed, and confident.
A man’s handsomeness lies not in his appearance, but in his aura and demeanor.
But can Han Lie truly succeed with that framework of his? Can his confidence withstand real scrutiny? I’ll be watching.
Getting back to my work with Brother Ham—
Han Lieye should also possess such a framework; his personality, his charm, his ruthlessness—it all stems from this.
And women worship the strong, yearning to be conquered.
Thus, Xi Mengjun’s love could be so intense.
Thus, Xi Mengjun’s sister could find excitement, pleasure, and peace in that brutal punishment.
I finally understand.
Yet I still can’t grasp that specific feeling of being tamed.
Should I... start talking to Han Lie again?
Even though interacting with that dog Han Lie is always unpleasant, he’s the only guy my age at school who can actually make me feel a sense of admiration.
Yes, I kind of admire that dog Han Lie.
Even though I can act colder, more confident, and more assertive than him, I know deep down I don’t possess his kind of underlying confidence.
I’ve never truly believed in myself.
Apart from looks and physique, I haven’t accomplished anything remarkable.
This kind of confidence is superficial and blind. Xi Luting, you must always stay vigilant and never let the flattery of those losers go to your head.
That dog Han Lie might be detestable, but at least his knowledge and focus are real.
He’s already mastered third-year advanced mathematics and all his major courses.
Unbelievable, how did he manage that?
By next May, that dog Han Lie could at least get into a Project 211 university. If he performs well, getting into Fudan or Jiaotong wouldn’t be just a dream.
The time I have to learn from him is running out.
Maybe I should... No, forget it. I won’t think about that now. I’ll ask Brother Ham for his opinion tonight.
My new book is doing really well, Xi Luting, you’ve got to seize the opportunity...
Han Lie is actually kind of handsome, I’ve noticed.
Scratch that last line.
That bastard! He’s flirting with Da Naiyun again!
Where is she putting her hand? And you still have the nerve to smile!
You dog! You’ll end up socially dead from messing around with Da Naiyun sooner or later! Just you wait and see!!!
Where did Yu Yun place her hand?
Quietly on Han Lie’s thigh.
It was quite close to the top of his thigh; a slight movement of her fingers could easily brush against something.
Lately, Tea Mama seemed to be turning into quite the flirt, increasingly fond of touching Han Lie.
Brother Lie, naturally, wasn’t pleased by this. He decisively grabbed her hand to pull it away, but she caught his hand with her other and refused to let go. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
Her hand wasn’t chubby, but it was pleasantly fleshy, exceptionally soft, and smooth.
So, Brother Lie didn’t resist further and let her play with his hand.
To be honest, it was quite comfortable.
Fang Feifei was sitting on Han Lie’s other side. She glanced down, saw the little game happening under the table, and seethed.
She also extended her hand, covering Han Lie’s thigh.
Brother Lie’s right hand was busy operating the computer, and he really couldn’t attend to her, so he let her be.
Then this girl, like a madwoman, reached straight into Han Lie’s clothes and started counting his abs.
Brother Lie had an eight-pack.
But they didn’t look particularly defined.
Attributes were listed as follows—
[Basic Attributes: Strength 69, Agility 69, Constitution 69, Intelligence 70]
[Secondary Attributes: Looks 76, Physique 71, Health 71, Special 75]
After a month of good food and drink, Han Lie had gained about 6 kilograms, now weighing 66 kilograms.
Physique naturally improved to 71 points.
His current state was that his muscles were semi-defined; his body fat percentage wasn’t well-controlled, so while they weren’t clearly visible, they could be felt.
Fang Feifei seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, suddenly letting out a couple of soft, silly giggles.
Han Lie, caught between them, felt extremely uncomfortable.
The two of them were only interested in teasing him, with no intention of quenching the fire they started—a pair of troublemakers.
Previously, these two would often clash, fighting at nearly every encounter. But now, they seemed to have suddenly reached an understanding, no longer fighting, each content to do her own thing.
Originally, Han Lie could have played both sides, deftly maneuvering between them.
Now, he felt overwhelmed.
Good grief, were they playing Fight the Landlord with him?!
If Xi Luting weren’t sitting not too far away, Han Lie would’ve had to show those two a thing or two.
Shaking off Yu Yun’s groping hand and flicking Fang Feifei’s arm away, Han Lie straightened his pants and shot a glare at each of them.
The two finally stopped their mischief, and Brother Lie refocused his attention on the market display.
Ultimately, fooling around wasn’t as important as making money.
Of course, making money was for the purpose of better fooling around later; it was just a matter of current priorities.
First step: establish a stock watchlist.
Watchlist 1: First-board stocks.
Watchlist 2: Second-board stocks.
Watchlist 3: Third-board stocks.
Watchlist 4: Fourth-board stocks and above.
Watchlist 6: Leaders of major sectors.
Next, he pulled up the trading software assistant to set alerts, configured a multi-screen layout, and settled down to watch the market.
In Han Lie’s eyes, those flashing numbers and dancing lines all represented money.