CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 173: THE MYSTERIOUS FIGURE 【GREAT CHAPTER BALLOT】_3

The young lady spoke in a soft and delicate voice, her tone soothing.

Han Lie replied with gentle warmth, "Let’s talk when we get back. You just focus on your meal for now."

So, Yue Xiu helped Brother Lie rinse another slice of top-quality Wagyu beef.

Ah, smart girl, full marks for understanding.

Little Huang felt utterly out of her element. Her eyes darted around before she pulled out her phone with a grin. "I want to add you too, can I, Teacher Han?"

"You can, but there’s no real need."

Han Lie, known for his sharp retorts, turned his head to the side. "If you want to make money, just give your principal to President Huang."

Damn!

Huang Ziyu was caught off guard, her expression management failing.

Sigh, such a pretty and lively young woman, only to be so bluntly rebuffed by Han Lie that she rolled her eyes...

Many people were watching Han Lie, and everyone found it quite amusing.

President Huang, the ’fat sheep’ in this scenario, looked thoroughly embarrassed, while Panzi nodded in approval.

TSK, TSK, they’re all quite the actors.

In reality, with their level of cunning, they would never let such obvious expressions show. So, obviously, they were both doing it deliberately.

President Huang knew that he couldn’t hide his intentions from everyone—he was hoping his niece could get "closer" to Han Lie. His idea wasn’t bad, but his approach was too utilitarian. Han Lie clearly had something going on with the girl from the Pan Family, so why was Old Huang trying to meddle? Using his own niece as bait, isn’t that shameful?

Now, look at how Old Zhang acts as a broker for such connections—he never mentions dating. It’s all about status, connections, development, and financial prospects, projecting an attitude of ’it’s all voluntary, may the best person win,’ subtly encouraging what he frames as fair deals.

If Lü Shuli were successfully pushed into this, it would at most be a fling and unlikely to affect Pan Shengwu’s plans to find a son-in-law. Old Pan wouldn’t care. Little Han could take advantage, Old Zhang would earn a favor, and Little Lü would gain benefits—a win-win for all involved. So Liu Minghao not only didn’t stop it, he even seemed to help things along a bit.

Then there was Old Huang; his intentions were truly malicious!

Of course, Old Huang knew it was shameful, but he had no intention of saving face; any awkwardness was purely an act for Pan Shengwu. And Old Pan really liked Han Lie’s aloofness, which is why he showed support. That subtle nod of approval, though discreet, was enough of a rebuke for Old Huang.

Complicated, isn’t it? An adult’s drinking session is just this intricate.

Yet, Han Lie was mingling among them, taking to it like a fish to water.

The little interlude soon passed, and everyone resumed singing Han Lie’s praises as if nothing had happened.

Han Lie smiled without comment, while Panzi continued his efforts to bring more people into the fold.

"Old Sun, Old Liu, don’t blame me for not being loyal. The market is right there, opportunities abound. Whoever has the ability can go and withdraw the money, right?"

My goodness!

All the girls present couldn’t help but laugh.

Withdraw money? He sure talks big...

But to their surprise, everyone at the gathering seemed to agree wholeheartedly.

"Exactly, exactly! Teacher Han makes money in the stock market as easily as withdrawing it from the bank!"

"Thank you, Teacher Han! Nothing else to say but respect!"

"No, no, mere talk is insincere. I propose we all toast Teacher Han together. Watch me—bottoms up, as a sign of respect!"

The girls looked at each other, all feeling it was rather fantastical. Except for Huang Ziyu, none of the women brought along today knew the true extent of Han Lie’s accomplishments; they had only heard that he was very capable.

Capable? There are many capable people, but to what extent?

Soon, they learned the specific figures.

A week ago, the cash handed to Han Lie amounted to 120 million yuan (not including Han Lie’s own 10 million); after five trading days, the number had increased to 150.8 million yuan.

Even robbing a bank isn’t this fast! How could they not practically worship Han Lie as the God of Wealth?

Old Sun and Old Liu, hearing this, drooled with envy, regretting not having met Han Lie earlier.

"A 25% overall profit in one week!"

"A bear market! And the damn stock market is crashing every day! Teacher Han is too incredible..."

"No way, we have to meet again before the New Year. I absolutely must treat Teacher Han to a private dinner! Teacher Han, please do me the honor!"

Making money? Nothing shameful about that. These days, whoever can lead you to a fortune is your daddy.

The girls, hearing this, were totally dumbfounded.

The young man in front of them actually controlled over a hundred million in funds and, in a single week, had made a cool profit of 30 million?!

The artistic beauty Yue Xiu was shocked by the sheer size of the 30 million figure, while the mathematically skilled Lü Shuli had already started calculating the rate mentally—

If I invest 100,000 with Teacher Han and it doubles every month, in twelve months it’ll become 2 to the twelfth power times that... Good heavens, over 400 million?!

The usually calm Lü Shuli, with an audible GULP, swallowed hard at that moment. She stared at Han Lie across from her, her mouth agape for quite some time.

Hey now, sister, try to keep the drool in!

The wavy-haired secretary gave Old Dou a resentful look, leaving him baffled and feeling uneasy.

"What’s wrong?"

The secretary and Old Dou had a pretty good relationship. Their camaraderie was forged from her often taking drinks for him, and outside the office, they were used to being informal, disregarding usual hierarchies.

So she asked in a low, clenched-teeth whisper, "There’s such a good thing going on, and you didn’t think to tell me sooner? And why did you make me sit next to you? He’s right here for the taking, and you don’t dare make a move! What a waste of my emotional support!"

Old Dou was rendered speechless.

Isn’t this just a typical dinner party? Why is she getting so worked up?

After a good while, he waved his hand in irritation. "Alright, next time Little Han goes out with us, I’ll call you beforehand! Just don’t you dare give me any excuses like ’my husband won’t let me go out’ then!"

"Definitely not!" The secretary beamed with joy. "I guarantee it, as long as Teacher Han is there, I’ll be there without fail!"

That strikingly handsome, tall male model, wrapping his arm around the wealthy lady he was with, leaned in and whispered, "Sis, would it be alright if I added Teacher Han on WeChat?"