Luo Yaohui was naturally left in the cold. Hong Kong is not a large place, and there is no shortage of people; there are always new faces waiting to replace the old.
Afterwards, he was ostracized by the gang, living worse than a dog. All of this was caused by Gao Feng, who had offended Xie Sui.
At this moment, Gao Feng wanted revenge, willing to go to any lengths to drag Xie Sui down with him. However, Xie Sui was no longer someone he could easily drag down with him; he couldn't even get to see him.
In the end, the entire group died in a gang shootout.
After hearing the bodyguard's report, Xie Sui sighed, "Death is an end to all troubles. Considering they were all from the mainland, I'll pay to have them buried in a public cemetery, so at least their spirits can be appeased."
The bodyguard praised, "Boss, you are truly kind."
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The bodyguard chuckled. His boss was right; even he felt embarrassed when he flattered.
Du Feiyang also learned that Xie Sui had dealt with Luo Yaohui and his group. He understood Xie Sui better now: ruthless when necessary, with a bit of loyalty, but not overly so.
Being able to arrange their burial at the end showed that Xie Sui was not a cold-blooded and selfish person, making him someone worth befriending.
Even if he was a prodigal son, he wasn't incorrigibly foolish. Otherwise, Old Master Du would have sent him abroad to fend for himself, keeping him around would only mean more trouble to clean up.
Xie Sui's thoughts returned to the stock market. Though he had a lot of money, it wasn't enough. Compared to the wealthy tycoons of Hong Kong, his wealth was merely pocket change to them.
Hu Pan had transferred five million to him in total, and Xie Sui told her to stop; it was enough.
The two stocks he had initially bought had doubled in value, but it wasn't enough. A doubling only amounted to one million.
Du Feiyang was very pleased. If he had bought ten million worth back then, wouldn't he have twenty million now?
He arranged to meet Xie Sui at the exchange again, planning to make a big move: "Let's buy more stocks. A few million is too little. This time, let's go big."
Xie Sui was waiting for him to take the bait. He said, "Going big is fine, but I don't have that much money, so I can't play along with Young Master Du. How about this: I'll pick stocks for Young Master Du. If they rise, you give me a 30% commission. If they fall, it's on me."
This was excellent. Du Feiyang now saw Xie Sui as a god of wealth. There were stockbrokers, but none dared to promise that losses would be their own responsibility; it was just bad luck for the client.
Du Feiyang unhesitatingly handed over his entire fifty million to Xie Sui for management.
Xie Sui immediately selected stocks, investing his own five million as well. "We'll settle our accounts once a week. But let's be clear upfront: when I say it's time to sell, you must listen to me. If Young Master Du insists on his own way, then our cooperation is over, and I will never help Young Master Du buy another stock."
Du Feiyang readily agreed, "That's a given. My old man always said there are many things he doesn't understand, but he can hire knowledgeable people to do them. In this matter, I'm hiring you to work for me, giving you a high salary, and I'll be a hands-off boss."
Xie Sui praised, "Young Master Du, that's the right attitude. I like your straightforwardness."
Du Feiyang was in good spirits, "Let's go sing tonight. You're quite good at singing, you know. I have some friends joining us tonight. Whether you can impress them depends on your skills."
Xie Sui had been waiting for this day. With Du Feiyang's introduction, he could integrate into the circle of wealthy young men, accumulate enough wealth, and then develop his own business. Within five years, he could be drinking and dining with the first-generation rich while these second-generation heirs were still just that.
At night, Hong Kong was a dazzling spectacle of neon lights, full of temptations, but also hiding countless sins.
It was the same nightclub, but the private room was larger. Four or five second-generation heirs, around Du Feiyang's age, were surrounded by women whose long legs made one's head spin.
"Feiyang, is this the capable person you mentioned? I thought he'd be some kind of mystic, but he looks like a young master!"
These wealthy young men had all heard that Du Feiyang was close to a mainland boss and hadn't spent time with them for days. Xie Sui had already gained some notoriety in their small circle.
The speaker was He Mengchao, a collateral member of the He family. However, with the surname He, he could mingle in the elite circles, relying on the He family's influence.
Du Feiyang introduced him, "This is my younger brother, Xie Sui, a boss from the mainland. He owns several food factories, but what he's really good at is playing the stock market. Almost every stock he buys makes money."
Du Feiyang was also tracking the stocks. The fifty million had grown to eighty million. Of course, there were losses at times, but the profits far outweighed the losses, which was already remarkable.
Xie Sui greeted them, "Greetings, esteemed young masters. I am Xie Sui. I'm not as capable as Young Master Du says; it's just a bit of luck."
"Is that so? Playing the stock market isn't just about luck. Even stock gods don't claim to never lose. People who say such things are usually scammers. Young Master Du is easily fooled, but we're not so easily tricked. Young man named Xie, if you want to play with us, show us something real."
Xie Sui smiled confidently and began by analyzing the global situation, even the dynamics of Hong Kong, speaking with great insight. He even touched upon some of the secrets of their families, causing the others to listen intently. In the end, only he was speaking, with so many of them nodding respectfully.
He's got something, alright.
Xie Sui had more than just "something"; he had an "immense amount." Had he lived his past life in vain?
Fooling these greenhorns didn't even require him to exert his full effort.
After taking a sip of wine and resting, He Mengchao said again, "I heard you understand horse racing. I enjoy that. How about a bet?"
"Certainly, Young Master He is interested. I'd be honored. One million per race, how about it?"
"Good, one million it is."
Xie Sui smiled. These young masters looked like fat sheep, perfect for shearing tonight.
This time, Xie Sui didn't pick an underdog. There weren't that many underdogs to choose from. He selected a few of the popular horses. Finally, they both decided on their chosen horses, awaiting the final outcome.
Xie Sui ate some fruit and drank some red wine; all that talking had made him thirsty.
A woman leaned next to him, "Brother Xie, we meet again."
Xie Sui looked up and recognized Amin, "It's you. What a coincidence. Want a drink? My treat."
"Thank you, Brother. I've had quite a bit. I came here to hide for a while."
"Then have some fruit; it's good for sobering up. I'm not some big shot, so don't expect me to protect you; I'm powerless to do so. I'm a straightforward person, always speaking my mind. Don't expect me to do anything for you women; I'm only interested in making money."
Xie Sui had already given her some money before, enough for her to live for two years. If she wanted to improve her life, she could have started anew. But she continued to work here, meaning her aspirations were different.
He wasn't so narcissistic as to think that a fallen woman needed him to save her. She had found a sugar daddy and was earning more than he was. Who knew who was saving whom!