Pan Ge knew Han Lie was pretending to be drunk, and Han Lie knew that Pan Ge knew he was pretending to be drunk.

They sat tacitly in the back seat of the car. Han Lie quietly fumbled for a moment, and she naturally placed her hand in his.

Actually, the Phantom did have a partition, but with her own chauffeur present, Pan Ge didn't feel it was appropriate to raise the divider.

So, they could only engage in some covert hand-holding.

The car quickly arrived at the Sheraton next to the school. Pan Ge, feigning composure, asked, "Wake up! Han Lie, how are you feeling?"

Han Lie rolled his eyes at her with utter disdain. He couldn't figure out what she was trying to pull.

But playing along was inevitable.

"Oh... I'm okay, just a bit of a headache... Where are we?"

"At the hotel. Can you make it upstairs on your own?"

"Should be no problem… HISS…"

"Oh, never mind, I'll take you up! Honestly, drinking when you can't even handle it!"

Pan Ge seemed to have gotten hooked on acting. Her lines were delivered with spirit and the perfect tone, but her expression was completely off.

The driver pretended to hear and see nothing, maintaining a stern face as he informed her, "Miss, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"Okay."

Pan Ge nodded with restraint. "I'll go settle him in and then come right down."

However, she went up before 7:30 PM, and by the time she came down, it was already 11:30 PM...

Nothing major happened, but she did take another shower. The hot water left her whole body feeling limp—a sensation I'm sure everyone can understand.

Arriving home around midnight, Old Pan was sound asleep, completely oblivious—it was simply absurd.

Zhao Anni, on the other hand, had deliberately waited up. She asked, with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, "How did things go with Han Lie?"

"Hmm, just so-so."

She tried to put on an act for Zhao Anni, but her skills were still a bit lacking.

Old Zhao already had a good idea of what was going on and threw a curveball, "So, how was it?"

"Huh? How was what?"

Pan Ge was taken aback, her gaze darting away, a clear giveaway.

Zhao Anni didn't tease her further, her tone softening. "How do you feel about Han Lie? You know, Dad and Mom aren't against you two being together."

After some thought, Pan Ge gave a very clear answer.

"He's not the best, but he brings me a lot of novelty and happiness. I've decided to enjoy this process and not harbor any excessive expectations for the outcome. Mom, from now on, could you and Dad please not interfere with my affairs with him, okay?"

Hearing such a pragmatic outlook, Zhao Anni actually felt relieved.

"Good girl, truly my daughter. Alright, I support you. Go on and enjoy yourself!"

She embraced her daughter, then went upstairs, thoroughly satisfied.

Pan Ge smiled, hummed a tune as she returned to her bedroom, and happily sent Han Lie a text message.

It contained just four words—

"You're dead meat!"

Truth be told, this whole family was eccentric. Or rather, their level of thinking and the capital for error they possessed allowed for their unconventional ideas.

Han Lie thought he was the hunter, but nothing was certain.

The next day, when he woke up, good fortune arrived in pairs.

Dou Mingde hadn't set up a separate stock account; instead, he transferred 10,000,000 RMB in cash directly into Old Pan's account.

Old Pan himself then transferred a very precise sum, bringing the total account balance to exactly 20,000,000 RMB.

Then, he calmly asked Han Lie, "Is 20,000,000 RMB difficult to manage?"

Han Lie felt immense pressure from his father-in-law's tone.

Clearly, this was another test.

Only if you had the courage to do it, and could do it well, would all the subsequent support and profit-sharing follow.

If you failed, and losses reached 30%, the agreement would automatically terminate, and you'd be out.

If you didn't even have the courage to accept… well, that was another matter entirely.

Admitting it upfront might be seen as clear-headed and honest, or it could be perceived as being an all-talk, no-action braggart. In any case, whether it was deemed good or bad would come down to a single thought.

Gritting his teeth, Han Lie decided to go all in.

Twenty million RMB was not a small sum.

The profit share from such a large principal could allow him to swiftly pass through his development phase, accumulating sufficient capital months faster than anticipated.

The snowballing tactic requires skill.

The window of opportunity was only a year and a half. It was like having only 1,500 meters to descend from a mountaintop to its base; the larger the initial snowball, the better, because there would be no second chances if this one was missed.

"No problem!"

Han Lie replied with a confident laugh, exuding strong assurance to the person on the other end of the phone.

"The current market isn't particularly good, but with more capital, there are actually more things I can do."

"Oh?"

Old Pan's interest was strongly piqued. "How so?"

But Han Lie played coy. "You'll see for yourself, sir."

"Haha! Alright, then give it your best shot!"

When Old Pan hung up, he was quite pleased. Han Lie, however, wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

To be honest, he did have a plan, but he wasn't sure if it would succeed. Relying on his actual skills plus a bit of foresight to make things happen, he could only say success was probable, not guaranteed. But since he'd already made such a big boast, he had to give it his all.

At the very least, this was indeed a great opportunity to make a name for himself—an opportunity not everyone gets.

Half an hour before the market opened, Han Lie quickly entered battle mode.

His targets for the day were only two, still following the logic of restructuring plus high stock dividends.

The current leaders in these two sectors were Anhe and Anric, respectively. Both were "monster stocks" that had hit their daily trading limit even before any restructuring news was officially released.

With a daily trading volume of roughly eight to ten million shares at their limit-up price, it was tough to buy in.

If Han Lie insisted on queuing to buy at the limit-up price, it wasn't entirely impossible.

Old Pan's account had a dedicated channel—essentially a VIP slot for major clients. This meant all his trade orders were prioritized ahead of retail investors.

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