The Life of a Rich Young Master

'It took you long enough, system,' Shen Zeming smirked as he glanced at the transparent screen displaying the synchron. Naturally, this was no longer a beginner’s level. He had mastered fundamental market analysis and technical chart examination.

As for the bank employee bringing him exclusive gifts, or the forex broker representative investigating his transactions...

“It’s quite surprising,” Shen Zeming muttered as he stepped completely out of the bathtub. Droplets of blood-red water from his blood pool bath dripped onto the ceramic tiles.

In his previous life—or original world—he was neither excessively rich nor poor, trading forex with such modest equity that brokers never found it necessary to scrutinize his accounts.

But now... Well, he had expected this.

'People would surely grow suspicious about what I’m doing as an individual.'