"What do you an, #3?"
"I second #3. Anyway, I’m not really buying it. Let the bullets fly for a while longer."
"The competition has only been going for four weeks, and you’re already so eager to hype him up?"
"Everyone who knows anything about the dostic stock market gets it. Surely no one actually believes in so ’folk stock god,’ right? No way, no way, no way!"
"Heh, a bunch of dumbasses!"
"A loser from Humanities posting press releases on the main site? The OP isn’t Han Lie himself, is he?"
"What’s so unbelievable about a folk stock god? Aren’t there plenty of stories about grassroots rising in the market? If you don’t understand, please don’t use your ignorant, narrow-minded, wealth-hating, inferior thinking to speculate about true geniuses, okay?"
"What’s wrong with Humanities? Did Humanities steal your family’s food or sothing?! Screw you!"
"Oh dear, geniuses really are a di a dozen these days..."
"He’s at least genuinely number one in the country. Many students from the business schools of Qingbei, Fudan, and Jiaotong are competing. Where are their rankings? Are any of them even in the Top 100?"
"I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening! Anyway, I didn’t make any money, so it’s all fake!"
"Still calling him ’God Lie’? Fucking hell, are you his ass-kisser or what?!"
"God Lie is aweso! As an insignificant nobody from our university’s business school, I feel honored too!"
"I suggest that you salty critics who haven’t actually traded should just shut up. I’ve been in the stock market for four years, making small profits overall. This year’s simulation competition was a breeze for , and Han Lie is genuinely aweso. You can’t fake that kind of stability."
"Finally, a sensible comnt."
"Good heavens! Just looking at all those sour grapes comnts above, I’d have thought this was so third-rate diploma mill’s forum..."
"Well, we are a liberal arts college. As the saying goes, ’In literature, there is no first place.’ It’s normal."
"So, what level is Han Lie really at?"
"Let make a bold prediction: he’s at a level where all brokerage firms and funds would be scrambling to recruit him."
"Right now? Without waiting for the competition to end?"
"Yes, right now."
"Is it that serious? It seems like last year’s overall champion wasn’t that sought after, was he?"
"That’s because you don’t know. Out of the top 10 finalists from the last competition, the six who were already employed all got promotions and raises. Of the remaining four, two went independent, and two were hired with high salaries. The overall champion is now at Tianhong."
"Well, well, another ’folk god’..."
"Last year’s competition didn’t have a genius with three consecutive weekly wins. Everyone’s skill level was pretty similar, and the market happened to be weak, so the outco was ultimately decided by defensive strategies."
"I’m about to explode with curses... Students from Fudan and Jiaotong are praising God Lie to the skies, yet here at our own university, people are just being jealous and insulting. What kind of trash is this?"
"Leeching! Just shalessly leeching! What ’our own university’? I scored 642 on my college entrance exam, worked my ass off for it myself. I don’t acknowledge students from so third-rate, unaccredited college as my fellow alumni!"
"Right, his awesoness is his business. I’m a liberal arts student studying Arabic, and I don’t want to ride on his coattails."
"Little brothers and sisters from Humanities, go back to your own forum to brag, okay? Be good now!"
"Go to hell!"
...
Good grief. In just over an hour, the argunt had spanned three to four hundred posts.
And Han Lie could understand less than half of it.
Argunts at SISU were just too damn stylish. They’d start debating in Chinese characters, but as tempers flared, soone would suddenly bust out a foreign language to curse and swear.
At least ten different languages appeared in the entire thread, with people cursing up a storm in a confusing and chaotic ss.
Han Lie could only understand Chinese and English. He even had to guess the aning of many slang terms in the English comnts.
So, it was quite puzzling: how did those typing in Japanese and those typing in French understand the viciousness of each other’s insults?
Dark Forest Law?
As soon as one side starts replying in a foreign language, do they just assu it’s an insult and imdiately launch a counterattack?
Truly fucking ridiculous...
But obviously, the focus wasn’t on the multilingual mudslinging, but on the significance of the post itself.
Clearly, the person who asked the question wasn’t genuinely clueless; they were most likely just trying to be a smart aleck.
The original poster clearly knew Han Lie well. Regardless of whether their intentions were good or bad, the enthusiastic responses from everyone proved one thing: Han Lie had beco famous.
This was completely different from Han Lie’s initial expectations.
He had imagined he would gain considerable fa in his professional field, perhaps even be sought after to so extent, but he hadn’t expected it to include campus popularity.
SISU, much like its humanities program, wasn’t really connected to finance.
One look at the status of the business school made it clear: it was treated like a stepchild.
Moreover, the business school itself primarily focused on versatile disciplines like marketing and managent, its advantage being "language profession."
The total number of finance students from the entire university—their proportion wasn’t even worth ntioning, it was so pitiful—was less than 800.
This number included everyone from freshn to seniors, as well as graduate students...
Oh, wait, that’s not right; SISU doesn’t offer a graduate degree in finance...
So, while Han Lie had indeed beco famous, what he received wasn’t praise, but rather indifference, jealousy, and skepticism.
His accomplishnts ant nothing to SISU and brought no practical benefits.
The School of Humanities was so desperate for recognition that they placed more importance on him.
In reality, who would believe that SISU and its humanities program could nurture another financial elite?
It’s just not realistic...
A spontaneously erged genius like him, an anomaly, wouldn’t bring significant benefits to the university or the discipline. That’s why the SISU leadership remained indifferent.
Conversely, the President of the School of Humanities and the Dean of the Business School both took him very seriously.
Han Lie was still reading the posts when Wang Tianqing called. "My respected master," she said, "the university has decided to comnd you! Have Dean Liu and Director Che called you yet?"
"No, you’re the first."
"Heehee, that’s wonderful! I called you the mont I heard the news. My efforts weren’t wasted after all!"
"What are the specifics?"
"The eting isn’t over yet; the university authorities are still discussing it!"
"Then how did you find out?"
"It’s a secret!"
Wang Tianqing giggled smugly, then her tone suddenly shifted.
"But it’s not all good news. Yu Xueqin attended the eting and seed to have subtly bad-mouthed you... Not by openly slandering you, but, um, more in that bureaucratic way of holding you back, using excuses like ’the bigger picture,’ ’potential impact,’ or ’risks’ to undermine you..."
"You managed to find out even that?"
Han Lie was surprised, gaining a new appreciation for Wang Tianqing’s capabilities.
As for Yu Xueqin’s scheming... it’s trivial.
The financial circle is the most utilitarian and darkest of worlds, but the financial market is the fairest, a place where seniority ans nothing.
The bond market, stock market, futures market, foreign exchange market...
A-shares, Gold, oil, Currency...
As long as you have real ability, all those scheming fiends will have to step aside, shivering as they watch you shine.
Think about it: traders with just an elentary school education, knowing absolutely nothing about theory, starting as re order-takers, yet relying on market intuition and discipline, they eventually beco capital titans. Isn’t that inspirational?
This isn’t so feel-good story; it’s a true story that has happened many tis.
In the financial industry, whether you’re good at bluffing, trading, writing research reports, or handling clients... any of these can lead to a fortune.
Xu Xiang is just the most famous one.
Beneath the surface, "ordinary financial workers" who started from scratch and made millions in a year or tens of millions in three years are a di a dozen.
Why do you think the prices in Magic Capital beca so exorbitant later on?
The rates at high-end KTVs were all fucking inflated by those scumbags in the financial sector!
Then look at nearby Suzhou and Hangzhou. Good quality, reasonable prices, plenty of entertainnt options—they’re also new first-tier cities, wealthy places. Isn’t the only thing they lack that strong financial character?
The reason Han Lie chose stock trading as his primary skill to upgrade was due to three words: autonomy.
On my path of capital accumulation, I won’t beg anyone, nor will I care about anyone’s opinion.
The university wants to give an award?
It’s not begging you; it’s you who should be coaxing to accept it!
They can’t even tell what’s what. How ridiculous.
However, if Yu Xueqin dares to sche against , he’ll have to pay the price. That’s a matter of principle.
"Hey, do you want to be the student council president?" Han Lie asked casually, the thought suddenly striking him.
Wang Tianqing’s breath hitched for a mont, then beca heavy and rapid.
After about five seconds of consideration, she replied decisively, "Of course, I do! This isn’t about money. This is... Do you have a way?"
What "this" was, she didn’t elaborate.
But Han Lie had a rough idea.
Power, for great individuals, is a heavy responsibility; for the diocre, it’s the most potent aphrodisiac.
Although whether she beca student council president or not ant nothing to Han Lie, still...
Backing a beautiful woman for president, and then building a harmonious and loving arts departnt... that would be quite exciting and fulfilling, wouldn’t it?
God Lie gulped and made up his mind.
"It’s good that you’re willing; you can start preparing..."
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