This was the restaurant chosen by Li Changfeng.

One of the few high-end restaurants in Jiangzhou that required reservations in advance.

Of course, those with exclusive membership cards were exceptions.

However, only a very small group of people could obtain an exclusive membership card.

When Ye Chen and his group of three arrived, they had to wait for Li Changfeng to come out and escort them in.

"Hello, Uncle!"

Little Ye Youyou immediately and politely greeted Li Changfeng, who had stood up for her parents last time at the Baihua Revolving Restaurant.

This once again earned her a lot of affection from Li Changfeng.

Amid the luxurious and sophisticated ambiance, Ye Youyou looked around in awe, much like Grandma Liu touring the Grand View Garden. After a series of exclamations, she finally followed the adults to the oval-shaped table reserved by Li Changfeng.

"Here, Youyou, see what you'd like to eat."

Li Changfeng handed her the electronic menu with a smile.

The little girl didn't take it right away; instead, she blinked her big eyes and looked at Ye Chen.

"Alright, go ahead!" Ye Chen nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Dad!"

Only then did Ye Youyou take the menu with delight, not forgetting to cheerfully say, "Thank you, Uncle!" to Li Changfeng, making him laugh heartily.

Despite her young age, the little girl wasn't reckless. After all, this outing wasn't just with her father, so after choosing a few items that looked delicious, she didn't dare to order more.

Soon, the waiter began serving the dishes—small portions with high prices.

After sampling a few bites, Li Changfeng opened the conversation.

"Brother Ye, I'm sure you know about the Sihai Group situation, so I won't go into detail. This shorting operation was a big move. Today, Sihai Group's closing price dropped by a full 32%. However, considering their financial power, they'll likely stabilize the market. When do you think we should pull out?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingshan also put down his cutlery, clearly curious about the answer.

"Four days later should be the right time," Ye Chen said without hesitation.

In his past life, Sihai Group's stock had crashed for five days. After the fifth day, though it continued to drop, the decline wasn't significant. There was no need to waste time beyond that.

"Brother Ye, how low do you think Sihai Group's stock will go?" Li Changfeng asked again.

Though he was a skilled trader, in front of Ye Chen—who seemed to have the power of foresight—his expertise felt insignificant.

"Four days later, it should break the 10-yuan threshold. It might continue to decline afterward, but the drop won't be drastic. It might even start to recover slightly," Ye Chen replied.

In his previous life, once Sihai Group fell below the 10-yuan mark, state capital quickly intervened. The decline was halted, and the stock gradually recovered to around 15 yuan, where it languished, neither rising nor falling significantly.

"Below 10 yuan? Brother Ye, isn't that too extreme? Sihai Group will surely take measures to stabilize the market. Besides, it's not just about Li Sihai. There's plenty of capital backing them. Can they really let it fall to that level?" Li Changfeng exclaimed.

"Stabilize the market? What if Li Sihai gets arrested? What if Sihai Group's illegal activities are exposed? Under such circumstances, which capital would dare step in? The major backers will likely cut their losses. As for external investors, they'd steer clear of the mess. No one, not even the most reckless, would jump into this quagmire," Ye Chen said with a playful smirk.

"You're saying Li Sihai will be arrested? And Sihai Group has hidden illegal activities that might be exposed?"

Li Changfeng was stunned. If that were the case, Sihai Group wouldn't just crash—it might even face delisting.

"Who knows? Just a guess. But my intuition tells me that breaking the 10-yuan threshold isn't far-fetched," Ye Chen replied.

"So, Brother Ye, if Sihai Group's stock falls below 10 yuan and then starts recovering, should we reverse our position? Use the profits from shorting to buy the dip?" Zhang Jingshan suggested, his tone eager.

But Ye Chen shook his head.

"You're overthinking it. Based on my analysis, once Sihai Group drops below 10 yuan, state capital will likely step in. But don't expect it to soar again. At most, it'll recover a few yuan, enough to help some small investors recover their losses. A big rally is out of the question. And even if it recovers, it'll take a long time."

Ye Chen continued, "When it comes to stock trading, I'm not as skilled as Li Changfeng. But when it comes to analyzing the market beyond stocks—"

Before he could finish, Li Changfeng interrupted, "Brother Ye, even ten of me tied together wouldn't match your skills!"

Ye Chen: ...

That wasn't what he meant!

But Li Changfeng pressed on sincerely, "From accurately predicting the Jinlin Mansion project to foreseeing the Sihai Group's downfall—Brother Ye, don't just call it intuition. I know you're a true expert. You don't want to reveal too much, and we respect that. Maybe you've had tough times in the past, but I'm convinced that it won't be long before you rise to the top. And this rise won't just be about making billions!"

Ye Chen suddenly felt awkward.

Back in his past life, when he was at the pinnacle of wealth, he was surrounded by flattery all the time, but it never fazed him.

Now, under Li Changfeng's genuine and straightforward praise, he found himself at a loss for words.

Why?

Because he had been reborn from the future. These so-called analyses were nothing more than insights into events he already knew!

"I'm just riding the wave of fortune, using bits of fortune-telling and face-reading knowledge to back up my guesses," Ye Chen said, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

He threw in "fortune-telling" to make it more plausible. Otherwise, mere luck would be hard to explain.

"Brother Ye, you really know fortune-telling?" Zhang Jingshan asked, now taking the idea seriously.

"Well, want me to give you a reading?" Ye Chen teased.

Zhang Jingshan nodded earnestly.

"Brother Ye, help me figure out when I'll get married!"

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

"Are you serious?"

Zhang Jingshan nodded again, more seriously than ever.

"Changfeng is a firm bachelor because of his family background. I'm not like him. My useless dad aside, I don't care what he says. But my grandfather's words matter. He's been urging me to settle down for ages! It's not that I don't want to marry, but none of the women I've met are right for me. So, Brother Ye, tell me—when will I get married? Forget about romance; just tell me about marriage!"