Chapter 17: The Unexpected Exposure

"Why is this voice so familiar?"

Jiang Han thought for a moment before realizing—it was Su Qingyi's voice!

"Hey, Miss Su, what are you babbling about?"

Walking to her side, he noticed her back had gone completely stiff. Frowning, he called out again, this time with a hint of irritation.

Su Qingyi turned her head mechanically, her expression full of complex emotions.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Han waved his hand in front of her face, wondering if something was wrong with her head.

And then—

"God! Jiang Han, have you robbed a bank? Where did you get 25 million?!"

Her voice practically shook the entire hall, echoing through every corner.

The previously hushed crowd, still recovering from the shock of the stock price spike, fell into dead silence once more.

I'm done for. This girl is going to get me killed!

Without hesitation, Jiang Han grabbed Su Qingyi's wrist and dragged her into the staff area.

Outside, the murmurs started up again.

"What? 25 million? Who is this rich guy?"

"No idea, but he looks pretty young. Must be some rich second generation."

"But even among the rich, how many parents would give their kids 25 million just to throw into stocks?"

"Wait… Now that I think about it—wasn't there news yesterday that someone dumped exactly 25 million into Yongan Industrial and single-handedly reversed the stock price?"

"Are you saying…?"

"It must be him!"

"Damn, then he made a killing this time!"

"Rich people really are on a different level…"

Inside the Corridor

"What the hell were you shouting for?!"

Jiang Han glared at Su Qingyi, his face dark with frustration.

Su Qingyi finally seemed to realize her mistake. Seeing his anger, she lowered her head, looking genuinely remorseful.

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Jiang Han sighed. What could he do? Scolding her wouldn't change anything now. Besides, sooner or later, people would have found out.

"Forget it," he muttered, waving it off. "What about the stocks? Did you sell them?"

Hearing this, Su Qingyi snapped back to reality.

"It's already being handled. The market's appetite has been strong these past two days. With the stock at its daily limit, it should sell out fast."

Jiang Han nodded.

Everyone in this stock exchange hall was a seasoned veteran.

For newcomers, buying at the daily limit was risky, but for these veterans, this was the easiest time to make money.

With demand high and supply low, selling off his holdings now meant getting his funds back almost instantly.

Jiang Han felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

"Good. There's still a lot to do," he said.

"It's fine, it's my job," Su Qingyi replied, her tone more serious now.

She had just seen something on the computer that shocked her.

Jiang Han hadn't just profited—he had doubled his capital.

A 5 million investment had turned into nearly 10 million.

And he had done it using five times leverage!

Anyone who understood stocks knew that playing with such massive leverage was not for the faint-hearted.

A single mistake could have wiped him out completely.

But Jiang Han didn't just survive—he dominated.

She had mocked him earlier, thinking he was just some lucky guy jumping on a trend.

The irony.

It wasn't about taking small dividends.

Jiang Han was the one who moved the entire market.

Her face flushed slightly as she thought about it.

They stood in the corridor for a while before Jiang Han finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I really caused you trouble," Su Qingyi said, guilt evident in her voice.

If people started digging into Jiang Han's financial background, it might create unnecessary problems for him.

Jiang Han just waved it off.

"Drop it. If we keep talking about this, it'll never end."

"What are we dropping? What's never-ending?"

A voice interrupted them from the other end of the corridor.

Turning, they saw Zhang Chongan approaching.

"All done?" Jiang Han asked, smiling.

"Hello, Senior," Su Qingyi greeted.

"Yeah, it's almost lunchtime. I came to call you guys to the cafeteria," Zhang Chongan said. Then, with a strange look, he added, "Why do you two look like you're hiding from a disaster?"

Su Qingyi's face grew hot again.

Jiang Han chuckled.

"Well… I was selling my stocks, and during the process, my account balance kind of… got exposed."

Then, he pointed toward the still-buzzing crowd outside.

Zhang Chongan took one look at the chaos in the hall and burst out laughing.

Su Qingyi glanced at Jiang Han in surprise.

He had taken the blame entirely upon himself.