The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 806 - 805: Being Picked On

Walking to the staircase, a group of rich second-generation kids was clamoring noisily up the spiral stairs.

Pei Ziheng leaned against the wall, letting the other party go first.

As they brushed past each other, two of the wealthy heirs started shoving and horsing around, one of them losing his balance and staggering into Pei Ziheng.

Pei Ziheng dodged swiftly but accidentally bumped into another rich second-gen, whose beer fell to the ground with a crash, splashing everywhere and ruining several pairs of shoes.

"Fuck, are you blind or something? Can’t you see people here?"

Pei Ziheng pressed his lips together and looked at the other party but said nothing.

"Sorry about that, buddy. My kid here just had a few too many," Dai Yu said, hoping to defuse the situation.

However, the other party was not willing to let it go. They pushed Dai Yu, who was standing in front of Pei Ziheng, aside, "Sorry your ass! Move aside. This has nothing to do with you."

At the same time, two others moved to encircle Pei Ziheng from the left and right.

Wen Bingdong, whose beer had been knocked over, walked up to Pei Ziheng with an unpleasant look and grabbed his collar,

"Kid, you’ve got guts, walking around with that face trying to pick up girls."

If it was just a suspicion before, now Pei Ziheng was one hundred percent sure that they were deliberately picking a fight.

It was probably related to one of the women he had hit on earlier that night.

"What do you want?" he asked calmly.

Seeing that Pei Ziheng wasn’t scared, Wen Bingdong sneered and nodded, "Alright, you’ve got some nerve."

Pointing at their beer-stained shoes, he said, "Lick our shoes clean, and we’ll call it even."

"Sorry, I don’t have that fetish. Let’s find another way to solve this."

Ren Peng, who was blocking on Pei Ziheng’s left side, suggested, "Young Master Dong, we don’t have to waste words on him. Just give him a good beating, and he’ll calm down."

Wen Bingdong kicked out, "You’re telling me what to do?"

Being kicked and scolded in public, Ren Peng’s face couldn’t take it, and he raised his hand to punch Pei Ziheng in the face.

Thinking that ruining Pei Ziheng’s face would please Wen Bingdong and regain some face for himself.

Unfortunately, he picked the wrong person to mess with.

Starting with a shoulder throw followed by a spinning kick, Ren Peng and the other second-gen blocking Pei Ziheng let out screams, one after the other, and ended up lying on the floor.

The whole set of movements was fluid and took no more than three seconds.

Done with that, under the astonished gazes of Wen Bingdong and his crew, Pei Ziheng dusted off non-existent dirt from his sleeves and said lightly,

"I don’t like people getting too close to me; it makes me uncomfortable."

Dai Yu, originally as antsy as ants on a hot pan, instantly calmed down.

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Wen Bingdong was quick to think on his feet too. Seeing that his side was at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength, he quickly changed his strategy,

"Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Let’s go outside and have a one-on-one. If you win, we’ll forget all about this. But if you lose, you have to bow down and call me ’Grandpa’ every time you see me."

"What do you want to compete in?"

Seeing that Pei Ziheng was so easily baited, Wen Bingdong couldn’t help but reveal a gleam of triumph in his eyes,

"Car racing."

"I can’t drive. Besides, what’s the fun in that? If we’re going to play, let’s play something interesting. Do you dare?"

Taken aback, Wen Bingdong asked, "What do you want to play?"

"Do you play the stock market?"

At this point, Wen Bingdong had no choice but to accept the challenge, even if reluctantly. "Alright, how do you want to play?"

Pei Ziheng held up a finger. "One day limit, initial capital of a hundred thousand, from market open to close, whoever has the higher earnings wins."

"Alright."

They agreed to meet at the stock exchange at 9 a.m. the next morning.

...

"I really want to see how capable he truly is."

Ye Yimeng showed great interest when she learned that Pei Ziheng had resolved the trouble caused by Wen Bingdong and his crew, and had even challenged Wen Bingdong to a stock market competition the next day.

Wen Bingdong was one of her suitors.

She had only mentioned it casually, and Wen Bingdong eagerly volunteered to stand up for her and teach Pei Ziheng a lesson.

Although being rejected by Pei Ziheng was embarrassing, she wasn’t actually that upset—it was just boredom, seeking some entertainment.

Dai Yu knew Pei Ziheng was somewhat impressive, but his knowledge was limited to Pei Ziheng’s academic excellence and business talent.

But that didn’t mean he could handle stocks.

"Ah, you’re too impulsive."

The car couldn’t enter the bar street, so they had to stop at the end of it.

Dai Yu accompanied Pei Ziheng to where the car was parked, reviewing the recent troubles. "If you had just put up with it and shown some weakness, this would have all blown over."

Pei Ziheng turned around and said, "If you’re willing to lick their shoes for them, I can go back to them right now."

Dai Yu choked, "But do you even know how to play stocks? What if you lose? Do you really intend to recognize someone as your boss?"

"Are you the ’why’ kid? You ask too many questions."

"I’m just concerned about you."

Under the dim and ambiguous streetlight, Pei Ziheng’s exquisite profile appeared even more sculpted and stunning.

Not to mention girls, even he felt a bit swayed looking at him.

Pah, pah, pah, swayed my ass!

He wasn’t gay.

The next day.

While Pei Ziheng was still having breakfast, Dai Yu arrived at his house, insisting on accompanying him to the showdown with Wen Bingdong.

By the time Pei Ziheng and Dai Yu arrived at the stock exchange, Wen Bingdong and his crew were already there.

The Wen Family still had some clout in the Capital, so the stock exchange provided them with a separate room and even assigned a broker to assist them.

At 9:30 a.m., the stock market opened.

Pei Ziheng approached the screen to observe the day’s market trends, while Wen Bingdong directly wrote three Hong Kong stock codes on the blackboard, instructing the broker to buy each one.

Ten minutes later.

The three stocks Wen Bingdong had purchased began to rise, and each one climbed impressively.

Even Dai Yu, who knew nothing about stocks, sensed something fishy. "Damn, he must have some insider information. This is like cheating. Why don’t you just follow his lead and buy? Even if you don’t win, at least you could draw."

Pei Ziheng dismissed Dai Yu’s comment as nonsensical, walked over to the blackboard, and started writing seven or eight stock codes, including A-shares, Hong Kong stocks, and American stocks.

As he wrote, Lin Fei jotted them down in a little notebook and then proceeded to buy them at the counter.

To Wen Bingdong and his group, Pei Ziheng seemed to be buying a random mix of stocks, inviting their unreserved mockery.

"Some say he’s dumb, yet he knows not to put all his eggs in one basket. Some say he’s smart, but just look at the trash stocks he’s buying? Jusheng Pharmaceuticals dropped from 8 yuan to the current 30 cents, almost bankrupt and liquidating. As others are scrambling to sell, he actually bought a hundred thousand shares."

Hearing the remarks from Wen Bingdong’s side, Dai Yu immediately ran to check the market. When he saw Jusheng Pharmaceuticals’ code and that the price had already dropped below 30 cents, his heart sank.

"It’s over, Pei Ziheng, you’re about to have another ’grandpa.’"

Pei Ziheng cast a cold glance over, "If you keep quiet, no one will think you’re mute."