Suddenly, such a thing happened, and even he felt uneasy. He had to find a friend to talk about it.

Wang Xing might not be reliable, but he really was the only friend around. He couldn't very well seek out Li Zijun.

In the afternoon, Su Qing carefully drove back to the community, found a spot, parked the car, and hurried home.

After all, he wasn't keen on driving this car. It always felt unstable, unlike Old Su's comfortable little car.

Then he started his daily work: editing, writing scripts, dubbing, uploading. He couldn't neglect his main job, even if his mom, Zhou Hui, claimed he wasn't doing a real job, but he wasn't not making money either.

Though unexpectedly, by evening, he still hadn't heard from Shen Yi. It's not that he was overly concerned, but since the car was left with him, he was constantly worried something would happen. After all, his community didn't even have proper parking spaces, just wherever you could find a spot.

The next afternoon, Su Qing stretched leisurely in front of the computer, shaking his head at the mediocre views of his recently uploaded video.

Indeed, successful online bloggers have distinct features, while his videos were standard and unremarkable, neither detailed analysis nor unique insights, nor easygoing eloquence, just plain plot commentary. Without distinctiveness on the internet, there's no way to stand out.

But there was no helping it; change doesn't happen overnight, and he was content that he could sustain himself with this.

He then closed the page and opened the stock market. As expected, his stocks had small gains.

But that wasn't important; the important thing was that he now had a substantial sum of 40,000 yuan, which opened up a lot of possibilities.

Indeed, Wang Xing had already transferred his 20,000 yuan to him, and that morning, he'd deposited his own 20,000 at the ATM downstairs.

He couldn't let his mom, Zhou Hui, find out the money had arrived, or he'd hardly be able to keep it.

Having money meant putting it to work; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken Wang Xing's portion.

He then scanned the stock market, not analyzing big data like Old Su, just looking at which stock's K-line chart was rising and favoring those, at the least stable ones, and ignoring those declining.

Although he knew you could make money regardless of stocks rising or falling, with the small amount of capital he had, he decided not to engage in risky operations.

Moreover, the current market was stable, with all stocks having only modest gains. Shorting wouldn't be profitable for him, especially since he didn't have enough capital to buy at the bottom, unless a stock hit the limit down and then recovered, otherwise, there'd be no play.

In a stable market, it's not easy to snag a bargain, so he decided to continue short-term trading, though a bit cumbersome, he could handle it by himself with not much capital.

He then decisively invested in over a dozen stocks, casting a wide net to catch big fish—certainly some would work out. Their prices were between 15-30, and finally, Heaven didn't let him down as he found a stock with decent gains.

However, the stock had only increased by two yuan, with indicators already showing an upward trend, but there were only four days left in the rising period. For his short-term strategy, it was just right.

Though the gain was only two yuan per share, each batch consisted of a hundred shares. If he had more capital, he could've made a significant profit since last time the gain was only five yuan.

So he without hesitating invested all remaining funds, selling off previous losses from the day before. With only one day, and a small amount involved, it wasn't much of a loss.

As for the remaining funds, they'd have to wait until the next day to be withdrawn and reinvested. This way, four days later, his nearly 50,000 yuan could yield over 4,000 in income.

Thinking this made him shake his head with a helpless smile. No wonder so many people want to trade stocks; the speed at which money comes in is incredible.

But then again, without guidance, he'd have been cleaned out like most retail investors, or even if luck favored him for some profit, it wouldn't be sustainable.

Observe how even seasoned investors like Old Su don't put their focus on the stock market, just using a portion of leisure money for financial management.

In the end, the stock market is a game for capitalists. Ordinary people can dabble but relying on it for a livelihood would lead to ruin. The market's unpredictability isn't something easily grasped by an average person.

After finishing everything, Su Qing stretched his neck, exercising his muscles, fantasizing about the money he'd earn in a few days, accumulating bit by bit, becoming a stock market mogul. He felt a little smug in the moment.

After all, who doesn't love money besides that guy Ma? If he truly had assets in the tens of millions or billions, he wouldn't be so anxious driving around in just slightly better cars?

Knock knock knock!

"Open up, it's me!"

At this moment, the door to the living room suddenly sounded, followed by a shout.

Hearing this, Su Qing was stunned, recognizing Li Zijun's voice and hurriedly went to open the door.

"Sister Jun, how come you have time..."

Su Qing said with a smile as he opened the door, but before he could finish, a bright pair of handcuffs was locked onto his wrists.

"Sister..."

Immediately, Li Zijun pressed his chest with one hand, secured the other handcuff to his wrist, and pushed him into the room, shutting the door with her foot.

Before he could react, she pushed him onto the sofa. Strangely, this action made his heart race, as if unlocking some weird knowledge.

Before he could speak, Li Zijun sternly asked:

"Tell me, what do you know, what's your relationship with Niu Fei, and have you touched that stuff?"

The series of questions left Su Qing bewildered. Just a moment ago, he was dreaming of future glory, and a second later, he found himself handcuffed. Who wouldn't be stunned?

"Know what, and who's Niu Fei, and what did I touch?" Su Qing quickly wiped the smile off his face and asked in confusion.

Seeing his denial, Li Zijun was about to press further but noticed the car key on the coffee table, its emblem glaringly bright, making her heart skip a beat.

Yet she didn't show it, instead asking gently:

"Xiao Qing, tell me honestly, have you been involved in any illegal activities recently?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing was even more baffled. Little Qing? He barely left his home, how could he get involved in illegal activities, unless spitting on the road was illegal?

"No, Sister Jun, what's wrong, what happened?"

In the next second, Li Zijun's words sounded like a bolt from the blue.

"Today at lunch, Captain Zhao encountered a fugitive related to a case, but he was stabbed in the abdomen during the arrest."

"Two days ago, you mysteriously warned Captain Zhao to be careful and even got the time and place right. Do you know something? Rest assured, as long as you're honest, I'll make sure you redeem yourself!"

Su Qing: ...

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