Chapter 7

After signing the contract, Ferren joked, "Brother Li, aren't you really curious about what I'm going to do with that money in dollars?"

Li Zhe Kai nodded repeatedly.

"Then I'm puzzled. Why didn't you take a loan from the bank and instead borrow from me? Tell me the reason!" Ferren said with ill intent. "Let's exchange information."

"Go away, don't use this to tease me," Li Zhe Kai said. "Brother, you need to transfer the money quickly."

"Don't worry, it will definitely be in your account by this time tomorrow."

The next day, Li Zhe Kai's account indeed had an additional 80 million pounds. Ferren didn't want to and didn't think it was appropriate to ask what Xiao Li would do with this money.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was early May. During this period, Ferren absorbed another light orb—expertise and experience in medicine.

After absorbing it, Ferren gained a lot of knowledge in pharmacology, traditional Chinese medicine, and Western medicine, and his brain was filled with a vast amount of medical experience, but he couldn't perform any practical operations.

In fact, the light orbs Ferren had absorbed before, except for the six attributes that had completely integrated into his body, the other abilities and experiences were just stuffed into his brain. Fortunately, Ferren's skills in combat and intrigue were deeply ingrained, but for the rest, he needed to integrate them through constant practice.

On May 25th, Xiao Li called to inform Ferren that the 250 million was ready.

"Then please help me short the Thai baht in batches before June 1st!" Ferren said calmly. "I'm not greedy, just use a 20x financial leverage, and go all in!"

Li Zhe Kai was shocked when he heard this, but due to the contract, he had to instruct his subordinates to follow through. As long as the stop-loss amount was set in advance, it wouldn't be his loss.

As for Ferren, he had no burden at all. He didn't care about the 80 million pounds; what was most important was whether this world was the same as the previous real world.

By June, Li Zhe Kai, who had helped Ferren short the Thai baht, was a bit anxious every day. He almost always kept an eye on the Thai baht. When he saw it only slightly fluctuating and slightly falling, he became anxious. Although it wasn't his loss, if Ferren's money turned to nothing, it would be embarrassing for him. So, every morning, he called to advise Ferren to stop.

Ferren always responded with two words: "Do it!"

This morning, besides saying "Do it," Ferren also told Xiao Li that he was about to go to the United States.

Li Zhe Kai was shocked, "What? You're not going to take care of your money?"

"Who said I'm not taking care of it? You're watching it, right? Don't worry, Brother Li, as long as you do what I say, I'll treat you to a big meal later!"

"Hmph, do what you say? When you lose everything and become a pauper, I'll treat you to a big meal!" Li Zhe Kai said angrily and hung up.

Ferren didn't care at all and went out for his morning exercise as usual.

Since moving to Hong Kong, Ferren had temporarily settled in a 100-square-meter apartment in a residential complex. There was a prestigious middle and high school three stops away from the complex, and the surrounding environment was very nice. Since living in the complex, he went to the area near the school every morning to exercise, focusing on practicing "Special Operations Proficiency" and "Combat Proficiency."

It's worth mentioning that although the school was a prestigious one, according to the gossip Ferren had heard, the school's board of directors was very concerned about their reputation and disliked students arriving in luxury cars. Therefore, parents would drop off their children a street away from the school gate, often causing major traffic jams in the area, which led to complaints from the residents and even made it difficult to hail a taxi.

After his morning exercise, Ferren went to a side street near the school for breakfast. Unexpectedly, before he reached the side street, he saw two trucks swerving and rushing over from the road.

At that moment, about ten meters diagonally in front of Ferren, a boy and a girl were tugging at each other on the road, completely unaware of the approaching trucks. Worse still, while the two didn't notice the trucks, many students on the sidewalk did and shouted to warn the boy and girl to get out of the way.

However, good intentions often backfire. When the boy and girl noticed the trucks due to their classmates' shouts, the truck driver, at the worst possible time, honked the horn several times. The piercing sound instantly froze the boy and girl in place.

Seeing this, Ferren cursed under his breath, "Damn!" After cursing, he leaped over the railing, using his hands to push off the iron railing, which instantly accelerated his movement as he rushed toward the boy and girl.

"Whoosh—"

The two trucks consecutively rolled over the spot where the boy and girl had been standing, shocking the students on the sidewalk.

However, after the trucks passed, everyone realized that the boy and girl had already reached the opposite side of the road. Many of their classmates who recognized them breathed a sigh of relief but didn't gather around to show concern; instead, they scattered and walked away.

The girl, around 14 or 15 years old, was very beautiful, especially her clear, spotless eyes, which gave her a very clean and pure look. However, her beauty was still a bit immature, like a green apple that had been digitally enhanced to be exceptionally green and flawless, yet still breathtakingly beautiful. It was hard to imagine what kind of enchanting beauty she would become after turning 20.

At that moment, her face was dusty, and her undeveloped chest was heaving, clearly shaken by the close call.

A rare smile appeared on Ferren's lips, and he patted her shoulder, saying, "Little sister, take care of your little brother, and be careful when crossing the road!"

Mentioning "brother," the girl came to her senses and frantically searched the boy, who was a head shorter than her.

The boy, who already had the makings of a handsome man, pushed away the girl's hands and pouted, "Sis, what are you doing? I'm fine, but the big brother's hand seems to be injured!" He pointed to Ferren's bloodied and somewhat terrifying hand.

Ferren had to use his hand to push off the iron railing to save the boy and girl, which resulted in a cut from the sharp edges.

In fact, the iron railing that Ferren had pushed off had severely deformed and was nearly broken, worse off than his hand.

Hearing the boy's words, the girl came over to grab Ferren's left hand, asking anxiously, "Big brother, is your hand okay? Is it okay?"

Ferren calmly dodged the girl's hand and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, it's just a scrape. I'll put some ointment on it when I get home!"

"No, I want to see!" the girl insisted.

Ferren, who was inherently proud and had been trying to act amiable to the boy and girl, was slightly annoyed by the girl's assertive tone and said coldly, "I said it's fine."

The girl clearly felt Ferren's distant attitude and was momentarily stunned.

Seeing this, the boy took out his wallet, pulled out two thousand-dollar Hong Kong bills, and handed them over, saying, "Big brother, take this money to treat your injury!"

Ferren could see that the boy had no intention of charity or anything else; he genuinely wanted to give him money to treat his injury. However, he had no intention of accepting it and just patted the boy's head with his other good hand, saying, "Little brother, my injury is nothing. Next time, don't cross the road recklessly and put your sister in danger."

The boy, still shaken by the incident, nodded silently.

"Alright, I should go. That car over there is probably looking for you two, right?" Ferren pointed to a limousine coming from the right.

Clearly, the boy and girl's elders, upon hearing that they had almost been in an accident, disregarded the school board's rules and drove in.

While the boy and girl turned to look, Ferren had already crossed to the other side of the road.

When she turned back, the girl, feeling a bit frustrated, shouted at Ferren's disappearing back, "Big brother, what's your name? What do you do?"

Ferren, with his excellent hearing, heard the girl's shout and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He joked, "I'm a police officer. If we meet again, I'll tell you my name!"

That night, Ferren flew to the United States. Soon, he successfully passed the Harvard University admission interview.

By late June, the Thai baht began to fall slightly, and even the Thai government couldn't stop the decline.

Li Zhe Kai called Ferren again, "Brother, should we close the position now?"

"Too early, this is just the beginning," Ferren sneered.

Sure enough, the day after Hong Kong's return, Thailand announced the abandonment of its fixed exchange rate and adopted a floating rate, triggering a financial crisis that swept through Southeast Asia. On that day, the Thai baht's exchange rate against the US dollar plummeted by 17%, and the foreign exchange and other financial markets were in chaos.

Under the influence of the Thai baht, the Philippine peso, the Indonesian rupiah, and the Malaysian ringgit all plummeted. By August, Malaysia gave up its efforts to defend the ringgit. The always strong Singapore dollar was also affected. In early September, the Indonesian rupiah began to plummet sharply.

In just two months, not only did Ferren make a fortune, but Li Chao Ren, who had been closely monitoring his son's friend (Ferren), also timely intervened and made a substantial profit.

In October, Ferren made a transatlantic call to Li Zhe Kai's office, "Close the position!"

"Close the position? Now? Ferren, the decline is still good. Are you talking nonsense?" Li Zhe Kai was surprised.

"Greedy snakes swallow elephants. I think it's about time. Help me close it!"

Li Zhe Kai had no choice but to comply. A few days later, he transferred 3 billion pounds into Ferren's UBS account.

After the transfer, Xiao Li called Ferren again, "Brother, with a 20x leverage and a 5 billion dollar operation, you've made several times the profit. That's really impressive!"

"You've made the same amount, but I guess your Li family will soon suffer a major loss," Ferren teased.

"What? Are you saying international speculators will attack Hong Kong?" Li Zhe Kai instantly thought of this possibility.

"Eighty percent chance. That's why I left a small portion (about a few hundred million pounds) in your account. When the time comes, I'll contribute to the rescue efforts," Ferren sighed.

Li Zhe Kai, shocked, hurriedly hung up and went to discuss with