Time marched on steadily, and Han Lie's days were getting more and more comfortable.

On Friday, Wei Hua's stock opened at its limit-up price. After 10 o'clock, it broke that limit and plunged, hitting a low of -6.67%. Then, in the final moments of trading, it surged back up to close at its limit-up price.

That day, Han Lie made a killing.

He had sold off his entire position during the initial limit-up because holding a large position over the weekend is extremely risky in a bear market.

Everyone's nerves were on edge; even a hint of bad news could trigger a stampede.

So, reducing one's holding over the weekend was the wise move.

Han Lie originally planned to find an opportunity to buy back in on Monday, but to his surprise, a sharp plunge came along today.

With such a big opportunity, he couldn't possibly miss out.

Therefore, Han Lie reopened a fifty-percent position, with an average entry price around -5%.

By the end of trading, when Wei Hua hit the limit-up again, Panzi's account held exactly 32.55 million in stocks and cash.

His luck was unparalleled.

In seven trading days, he had achieved a total return of 62%—better than the damn stock gods themselves.

Panzi checked his latest holdings around 4:30 p.m. and went ballistic. He immediately drove to the entrance of the School of Humanities and insisted on dragging Han Lie out for a few drinks.

Han Lie had no choice but to follow along.

Panzi, his prospective father-in-law, also roped in Principal Zhang along the way, then called Dou Mingde. "What are you up to? Busy? Busy my ass! Get over here! Today, you absolutely have to treat us to a great meal!"

Dou Mingde was initially reluctant. But after logging into Panzi's account and taking a look, he immediately got excited.

"Eat! Not only are we eating well today, but we're also drinking well and having a fantastic time!"

And so, the four older men went out for a meal at a private kitchen.

Based on age, Han Lie wasn't in the same league as the three old-timers, but he somehow became the guest of honor and the center of attention.

The way they praised him...

Damn, there was no real benefit to it; he was just forced to down a bellyful of alcohol.

Later, perhaps loosened up by the alcohol, Dou Mingde took the lead, clamoring to take Han Lie to "broaden his horizons."

"Let's go, let's go! To the Colorful Era! We brothers will continue drinking there!"

Oh boy! I'm still a child, and you actually want to take me to a hostess bar?!

Han Lie felt this was utterly inappropriate, so he turned his pleading eyes to his prospective father-in-law.

"Colorful Era? My ass!" Panzi glared fiercely, burped loudly, and waved dismissively. "If we're going to have some fun, let's do it right—let's go to the New Ding Club!"

Han Lie's head buzzed.

He'd heard of both places.

Colorful Era was a well-established, high-end nightclub in Magic Capital that had stood for many years. Later, it rebranded as New Colorful but remained one of the top three high-end venues.

In his previous life, Han Lie's colleagues often went there. But Han Lie, always considering himself genteel, upright, and morally incorruptible, had never frequented such places.

Well, alright, it was mainly because no one ever invited him...

A nobody like him wasn't worth the significant effort it would take to win him over.

As for the New Ding Club, it wasn't as expensive as Colorful Era, but it was wilder.

It was Magic Capital's most infamous den of debauchery.

How infamous? Well, that can't be detailed...

Just use your wildest imagination. If your imagination isn't quite up to par... Sigh, you're all good kids, why am I even discussing this with you?

Enough, enough!

In Han Lie's previous life, Magic Capital underwent a major cleanup. Although the New Ding Club still existed, it had lost its former brazen audacity, and much of the "fun" was gone.

After his rebirth, Han Lie had serious matters to attend to and certainly didn't lack female companionship, so he hadn't really given such places a thought.

But now, reminded by Dou and Panzi, his heart suddenly began to pound furiously.

I really want to go, but I'm too scared... The money doesn't matter; it's the people that are the issue!

Han Lie clung to Panzi, pleading for mercy. "No, no, no, let's find a place to have skewers, alright? Skewers are comfortable!"

"Little brother!" Panzi wrapped an arm around Han Lie's neck, pounding his own chest. BANG! BANG! BANG! "Don't be like that! Just come with your big bro, and that's that! Your Brother Panzi is happy today! You've made me proud! Let's go! I'll take you out to have some real fun!"

Good grief! Why do people get like this after a few damn drinks?! It's not that I'm unwilling to call you 'Big Bro,' but the problem is, when you sober up tomorrow, how am I supposed to explain this to your daughter?! That her 'uncle' took me to a sleazy club for a night of debauchery?! Does that sound good?

Han Lie was out of options and had to turn to Principal Zhang.

You're a dignified, broad-browed, scholarly gentleman, a role model! Surely you have some decorum, right?

"Principal Zhang, you see... Why don't we go have some tea to sober up?"

But what an answer!

Principal Zhang just smirked, his mouth stretching into a wide grin, his eyes squinting into slits. He looked utterly sleazy...

"Ah, Lie, don't worry," he said. "We have 'tea,' yes. All fresh 'tea,' and plenty of it!"

Damn it!

Han Lie, caught between exasperation and amusement, was dragged into the car.

How on earth had things escalated to this point? Actually, it was all because of that 'Liquor Barrel' trait.

Everyone had been drinking the same liquor. Three old foxes trying to get a young man drunk—in Panzi and the others' eyes, shouldn't that have been a piece of cake?

But it hadn't turned out that way at all! Han Lie could drink without getting drunk, while they got progressively more intoxicated. Later, out of stubborn pride, they tried to drink Han Lie under the table, only to end up intoxicating themselves.

Now, emboldened by being seventy or eighty percent drunk, they began to unleash their "true selves."

TSK, TSK, TSK. These wealthy, middle-aged men...

Han Lie had no choice. He was very reluctantly dragged to the New Ding Club in Putuo District.

Upon entering—wow! The reception these three commanded! It was truly an overwhelming spectacle: a sea of people, waving banners, resounding gongs and drums, and exploding firecrackers...

The manager and two madams rushed downstairs, personally escorting the "big brothers" into the most luxurious private room. Then, without needing any instruction, drinks, fruit platters, snacks, and hot towels were brought in one after another. Attendants swarmed around them, helping to wipe their faces and hands.

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