The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era
Chapter 621 - 620 Who is the Grandson

Chapter 621: Chapter 620 Who is the Grandson

Zhao Dafa’s warning still resonated with Shen Hongmei.

As soon as the market opened on Monday morning, she called her stockbroker and asked him to sell all the stocks under her name.

"Mrs. Zhao, you don’t really need to worry so much, it’s normal for the stock price to drop occasionally, it will rise again in a few days."

Shen Hongmei was stunned, "The stock price dropped? By how much?"

The broker was also puzzled, "Mrs. Zhao, don’t you know? As soon as the market opened today Fang Zheng fell, and it’s down by 0.5% so far."

The broker thought that she wanted to sell her stocks in a hurry because she had seen the market was not doing well.

"Mrs. Zhao, please take it easy, it’s normal for the stock price to fluctuate, especially since it had a significant increase last week. It might very well go up again in a couple of days."

Hearing what the broker said, Shen Hongmei hesitated again.

If she sold now, she would be taking a loss of several thousand bucks.

Maybe she should wait and sell in the afternoon, perhaps it would rise again by then.

At this moment, she had already pushed Zhao Dafa’s warning to the back of her mind, or perhaps she was just holding onto a stroke of luck.

By the close of trading, not only had Fang Zheng’s stock price not risen, but it had also fallen a bit more from the morning, with a total drop of nearly 1%.

If only she had sold them in the morning!

Shen Hongmei was very frustrated, and she resolved in her heart to sell all her stocks the next day.

But when the market opened the next day, Fang Zheng’s stock price started to rise, and as she saw the money in her account slowly approaching its peak, Shen Hongmei hesitated again.

That’s just human nature.

When you have little, you want more; and when you have more, you still want more, never satisfied.

...

For several days, the stock market was like a waveform, rising and falling, affecting the nerves of thousands of stock investors.

Zhao Dafa would still pay attention to the overall market whenever he had the time, since he still had stocks worth a couple of million in his hands.

His intuition from the back and forth movement of the stock price hinted at something unusual, so he decisively sold all his remaining stocks before the market closed on Friday.

Before selling, he made a special call to Shen Hongmei as a reminder.

In the evening, Zhao Dafa came home, and seeing Shen Hongmei setting the table, he asked about the stock incident without thinking.

"Have you taken care of all your stocks?"

"No, you didn’t give me a heads up earlier. Broker Guo took a leave of absence this afternoon, and by the time I got to the brokerage, the market had already closed."

Hearing this, Zhao Dafa didn’t pay much attention, "No worries, you didn’t have much money in it anyway, it’s okay if you lost some."

At this point, Zhao Dafa didn’t know that Shen Hongmei had not sold most of her stocks as he had advised.

He thought Shen Hongmei only had two to three hundred thousand.

To him, that was just small change.

Shen Hongmei didn’t dare tell him that after receiving Zhao’s call in the afternoon, she immediately called the stockbroker, but the line was busy.

By the time she got through, it was already closing time.

Next Monday morning when the market opens, she must sell all her stocks.

The fluctuations in the stock price these past few days had truly exhausted her, affecting even her day job.

...

There were no classes in the kindergarten over the weekend.

Pei Tang specially brought some drawing boards and paints to accompany Pei Ziheng in his training at the boxing gym.

Pei Ziheng followed the coach, sweating profusely through various training exercises, while she nestled in a corner like a little mushroom, busy with her paintings.

Soon, a group of young lads clustered around a burly guy who entered the boxing gym.

Paying no attention to the reception staff, they headed straight for Pei Ziheng, surrounding him.

"Grandson, grandpa’s here to see you."

Facing Gong Rong’s taunt, Pei Ziheng’s mouth curved into a cold smirk, "Didn’t your mother teach you any manners, coming to visit your elder empty-handed?"

A flash of annoyance crossed Gong Rong’s face, as he reached out and pinned Pei Ziheng against a punching bag as if grabbing a little chick.

"You little brat, did reading books rotten your brain? Do you think after a few days of training here, you can beat me?"

"Whether I can beat him or not, we’ll see after we fight."

Seeing that Ziheng stubbornly refused to back down, Gong Rong raised his fist to punch him but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee, which made him kneel in front of Ziheng on one knee.

"Such grandiose kneeling isn’t necessary, grandson," Ziheng teased.

Gong Rong was livid; as he cursed, he turned to see who had ambushed him, and almost wet himself out of fright.

A large brownish-grey wolf dog was baring its fangs at him, looking as if it would pounce and tear him apart in the next second.

"Fuck, where did this dog come from?"

The others were also startled into stepping back repeatedly.

"Fugui!"

At the call of its young master, the Demu withdrew its aggression and turned to wag its tail at Pei Tang, who was a few steps away.

"You little brat, is this your dog? It bit me, pay up!"

Gong Rong was furious and wanted to confront her, but seeing the large Demu by Pei Tang’s side, he stopped in his tracks.

An average Demu stands just over half a meter tall, but this one was nearly eighty centimeters high and looked robust, like a small calf, intimidating to behold.

Pei Tang rolled her eyes cutely at Gong Rong, "You should read more books instead of feeding pigs. Don’t you know that self-defense doesn’t require one to take responsibility?"

"What the hell are you blabbering about? I didn’t provoke your dog."

Pei Tang pointed with her tender finger at Ziheng, who was sitting by the sandbag, "You bullied my brother, Fugui bit you to protect him; what’s wrong with that?"

Gong Rong turned and glanced at Ziheng, then realized, "Ha, so you’re his sister."

Pei Tang walked to Ziheng’s side with the Demu.

Gong Rong and the others instinctively made way, worried about being bitten by the Demu.

Such a large dog seemed capable of biting through bones with one bite.

"Brother, are you okay?"

While asking, she winked playfully at him.

Ziheng shook his head, understanding her meaning, "Not good, it’s very painful."

Pei Tang immediately turned around and shouted at Gong Rong, "You’ve hurt my brother’s throat, pay up!"

Gong Rong retorted, "Bullshit, is he made of tofu? Does he get damaged with just a pinch?"

"Your mom farts, your whole family farts, and they are the stinkiest, most disgusting, big black farts!!"

What the heck is a big black fart?

Gong Rong was a bit dumbfounded.

That’s when the coach, who had gone out for a smoke and a lazy break, came back. Seeing Gong Rong causing trouble, he hurriedly came over.

"What’s going on?"

Pei Tang was quick with her words, "Uncle Ma, they are beating people up, hurry and call the police to arrest them all and put them in jail!"

Ma Weilong swept over them with a sharp gaze, "What are you trying to do? Don’t you leave, or are you planning to challenge us?"

Hearing this, several young lads hurriedly shoved each other to get out, even Gong Rong left sheepishly.

Ma Weilong, a former golden belt champion boxer, was not someone these under-trained youngsters could challenge, even if he had retired from injuries many years ago.

After dealing with Gong Rong and his group, Ma Weilong turned to Ziheng to make sure he was okay, then let him continue his training.

Pei Tang stopped drawing and stayed with the Demu by her side.

"Brother, I need to pee."

Ziheng stopped his training and walked over to her, wiping sweat from his forehead, "Let’s go, I’ll accompany you."

"No need, Fugui can come with me."

Considering the restroom was inside the gym, Ziheng nodded in agreement.

"Fugui, you wait for me at the door. Don’t come in because it’s the ladies’ restroom, and boys are not allowed."

The Demu stuck out its tongue and sat on its hind legs on the ground, looking obedient and docile.

Pei Tang, satisfied, turned to enter the restroom, but then she heard someone calling her from the side, "Sister."

She turned to look and recognized one of the bad guys who had bullied her brother.