Li Feng seized the chance to declare, “I’ll definitely treat my wife well!”
Lin Qingxue studied him, trying to read something in his expression.
But whenever Li Feng looked at her, he just smiled from ear to ear.
He was already fat, with a face full of flesh. When he smiled, it was like his face had blossomed—he looked incredibly kind.
Lin Qingxue startled herself with that thought and quickly looked away.
At her ear came Aunt Wang’s rueful voice. “Oh no! I’m going to have to write my surname backward!”
Li Feng joked, “Your surname is Wang. Even backward, it’s still Wang.”
“True! Hahaha, Wang is a good surname! A very good surname!” Aunt Wang perked up again.
Lin Qingxue laughed at the exchange. Her palm-sized face was already lovely, and when she smiled, she looked even more radiant.
Li Feng stared, transfixed.
My wife is so beautiful!
A customer nearby called out, “Hey, we’re ready to order!”
Li Feng came to his senses and went over. “Coming! What can I get you?”
“Are the grilled chicken feet here any good?”
Li Feng pointed at the flesh on his own body. “If they weren’t good, would I have put on all this weight?”
That was convincing enough.
The customer immediately said, “Then give us five skewers, and a few more of…”
Li Feng quickly wrote down the order, then kept pitching. “If you’re here for barbecue, you’ve got to have a drink with it. It’s the middle of winter—don’t you want something to warm you up?”
The customer hadn’t felt cold until Li Feng brought it up.
Winter wasn’t exactly barbecue weather, but the craving had won out—and a little liquor would go perfectly with it.
“Then bring us a small bottle of Maopu liquor.”
“Sure thing!” Li Feng replied warmly. “Just a moment. It’ll be right out.”
Then he took the order over to Uncle Zhang.
When he looked back at Lin Qingxue, she was crouched in a corner with the children, writing and drawing.
Every so often, she’d glance at him. Whenever their eyes met, she hurriedly looked away.
Li Feng was in seventh heaven.
My wife is so cute.
The more he thought about it, the more energy he had.
He was rushing around when his WeChat voice call started ringing like crazy. He opened it and saw it was “Hainan Wuyanzu.”
Li Feng tapped to connect. A young man’s excited shriek came through the phone. “That’s incredible, Master! It really went up to six yuan! Who could’ve guessed Catcoin would go up sixfold in a single day? Sixfold! How did you know?”
Li Feng replied calmly, “I guessed.”
“Haha, you’re hilarious, Master!”
“Jiangnan Wuyanzu” didn’t believe him for a second.
How could anyone just happen to guess it would rise to six yuan?
Master was obviously just being modest.
“Jiangnan Wuyanzu” immediately asked, “It’s already reached the price you predicted, Master. Should I sell?”
“Don’t sell,” Li Feng answered without hesitation. “Wait until it reaches ten yuan tomorrow.”
A sharp intake of breath came from the other end, followed by an astonished exclamation. “It’s still going up? Seriously?”
“Believe it or not,” Li Feng said.
They barely knew each other; there was no point in explaining himself.
Tenfold in two days? No way. How could there be returns like that? It looks like a trap…” The other man hesitated. “Do you have some kind of inside information, Master?”
“No. It’s all guesswork. I’m busy, so I’m hanging up.”
With that, he ended the call.
A whole table of customers had just left. He had to clear it quickly, or his wife would come over and do the work.
On the other end, “Hainan Wuyanzu” was just about to stop him when all he heard was the beeping tone.
“Master really is Master. He doesn’t even care about making six times his money in a day,” Hainan Wuyanzu sighed.
Watching the number on the screen slowly fall back down, doubts crept in again. “Sixfold is already a miracle. It looks like it’s hit the peak. Could it really go any higher?”
Reason told him it had topped out, but a voice inside kept urging him to take another chance.
He hesitated for a long while, then gritted his teeth and invested another hundred thousand.
“One last top-up!”
After buying, he opened the forum and saw all kinds of technical experts analyzing what the market would do next.
They brought out every sort of data and moving average, then reached the conclusion: “Tomorrow it’ll fall back to three yuan.”