Set A Small Goal To Achieve First

Lance, who had received 30,000 USD, wanted to leave quietly, but the ubiquitous netizens pointed out his identity.

This was truly beyond his expectations.

The onlookers at the lottery station came to a realization. They all said that Lance was indeed a stock market genius, he could effortlessly win big prizes.

Lance nimbly weaved through the crowd and made his way to Helen's side, amidst the mingling gazes of the people around.

He took Helen's hand and whispered, "Mom, let's go."

Helen naturally would not refuse.

She had long been unable to bear the smell of smoke here. If it weren't for Lance's frequent winnings, she had long wanted to take Lance away.

Helen picked up her bag, held onto Lance's small hand, and hurriedly walked out.

Even after Lance and Helen left the lottery station, the bystanders were still discussing.

They were all saying how amazing Lance was, and how he was a genius in many aspects.

Upon hearing this, the lottery station owner immediately searched for Lance's information online based on what they said.

When he saw Lance's popularity on the Internet, his eyeballs darted around.

A marketing tactic came to his mind.

If the netizens knew that a stock market genius had been to their lottery station, wouldn't it cause a sensation? And there would definitely be an endless stream of people coming to his store to buy lottery tickets!

With this in mind, the boss quickly typed a message.

After a while, he finished editing the news and looked at it with satisfaction before finally pressing the post button.

Thus, without Lance's knowledge, an article titled "The Lottery Station Visited by the Stock Market Genius In Person" quickly circulated on the Internet.

This article was about to bring an endless stream of customers to the owner of the lottery station!

On the other side, after breathing in the fresh air, Helen immediately felt much more awake.

But even so, she still found herself confused about Lance's frequent wins just now.

"Baby, did you calculate and predict the numbers you won in the lottery?"

After a moment's hesitation, Helen couldn't help but ask.

Lance had already anticipated that Helen would ask, so he wasn't surprised.

"It's just luck," Lance replied calmly, then paused for a moment before speaking again, "Mom, don't tell Dad that we came to the lottery station. I want to keep this money and use it for something useful."

After Lance spoke, although Helen didn't know what Lance meant by "something useful", she had a feeling that if she left the money to Lance, he would still give her a big surprise in the end.

In addition, Lance had won the money, and Forrette was indeed a little stubborn in some aspects, so Helen did not refuse Lance's request.

"Okay, I promise you."

With that, Helen also couldn't resist tucking her fingers and stroking Lance's soft hair.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief when Helen agreed.

He began to calculate in his mind.

The stock market was still profitable now, and he did not plan to keep a low profile in this area. So, he could naturally make some "shallow" profits.

As for how much he could make…

Thinking of this, Lance couldn't help but recall a famous saying of his father.

"I'll set a small goal first, and make a billion yuan!"

…

Manhattan Financial District.

In the conference room on the top floor, the big screen lit up.

On the screen was the most recent popular article: "A stock market genius kid had personally visited the lottery station."

In the first paragraph, the article mentioned that Lance, the stock market genius kid, had 8 winnings out of 10 lottery tickets at the lottery station, and also won a jackpot of 30,000 USD.

A moment later, the man sitting at the head of the table said slowly, "Now, the stock market genius kid that the netizens are talking about is only eight years old."

The man's name was Boris. He made his fortune through stocks and he was a senior figure in the field.

He had a low and deep voice, and his eyes were dark.

"An eight-year-old stock market genius? Isn't this a joke?"

"Eight years old. He is too young, right? Can he buy stocks?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't believe this young stock market genius."

"However, the matter of Lance's winnings has been reported in the livestream. Whether it's true or not remains to be determined."

"..."

The people around expressed their thoughts one after another.

When the meeting room fell silent, Boris spoke again.

"I've also investigated and found something. You can take a look."

With that, Boris pulled up a photo and showed it to everyone on the big screen.

This photo was filled with Lance's profits and losses from buying stocks.

No!

To be precise, Lance only made profits by buying stocks. He never lost money.

When this photo was uploaded, there was a lot of sighing around.

Of course they wouldn't doubt the information Boris had gathered.

This also confirmed one thing—Lance's talent for buying stocks was amazing.

After all, even the famous Boris could not make a complete profit.

However, Lance could actually find the right time to buy a stock or throw it out. He did not lose a single cent. His ability was heaven-defying.

"No, after the stock makes a profit, Fred's account accepts the money."

Just as they were shocked by Lance's talent, someone below suddenly raised a question.

"Fred? And who is Fred?"

"I just found out. He's Lance's father."

"Then everything will be easy to explain. When Lance was on the live broadcast previously, he only made a small profit. He might have inherited Fred's talent. In fact, Lance's father, Fred, was the operator behind it."

"I see. I knew it. It's impossible for the stock market genius to be only eight years old!"

"However, we have to investigate this Fred thoroughly. If he doesn't use any tricks and is a real talent, we naturally have to cherish him!"

"Yes, we have to talk to him! We also have to check carefully so that nothing goes wrong."

"..."

Everyone's final thoughts were almost identical.

They all wanted to talk to Fred so they could know the truth.

Instantly, they all looked at Boris.

Boris was the one in charge. If he didn't speak, no matter what plans they made, it would be wishful thinking.

Under the attention of everyone, Bori slowly replied, "Alright, get someone to investigate the Fred family before getting someone to visit them personally."

"I hope their family will surprise us."

…

"Theodore, there are orders from above to investigate the Fred family. When the investigation is over, you can talk to Fred."

Theodore was a staff member at the stock market center. He was in charge of investigations and was very capable.

He had been taking his lunch break when he was suddenly woken up, his face full of displeasure.

"Fred? I've never even heard of this name."

The sleepiness dissipated and Theodore frowned.

The higher-ups wanted him to investigate a nobody?

"Just follow the orders of the higher-ups."

The person who sent the order did not say anything else. He turned around and left.

Theodore repeated the man's words sarcastically before he calmed down, and he got up from his bed to look at the information.

It was a thin piece of paper. All it said was that the person he was to investigate was Fred. He would report to them about the stocks after he was done.

After quickly browsing through the orders from the higher-ups, Theodore rubbed his temples.

He knew all the big shots in the stock market. After recalling them, Theodore was convinced that Fred was nothing at all.

Could it be that one of his superiors was investigating her husband in the name of work?

Theodore couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.