Night fell, and neon lights flickered.
Chris and the others entered the casino a little after 5 PM, but by the time they left the arcade, it was already past 7 PM.
The sky wasn't completely dark yet, but the arcade was becoming even livelier.
This was because the main force of people coming to the arcade at this time had arrived; the young people who worked during the day finally had time to come here and play.
However, Chris and his two companions went against the flow of people and left the arcade.
At this moment, Daly's eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy, and even Tracy had emerged from the sadness of her breakup.
It wasn't until they were in the car that Daly exclaimed, "Holy crab! We actually won over seventy thousand dollars in just two hours with only five hundred seventy-three US dollars! Tell me this isn't a dream!"
Looking at Daly's shocked expression, Tracy scoffed and interrupted, "You're certainly not dreaming, but this was all Chris's win! I don't remember you participating."
Facing Tracy's sarcasm, Daly smiled even more happily, "It seems I'm not dreaming after all; my sister is still as annoying as ever."
Hearing Daly say that about her, Tracy snorted, "Considering that the initial capital came from you, I won't bother arguing with you."
It was then that Chris spoke, "Actually, if I wasn't worried about this casino's owner causing trouble for you two, I could have won even more. But for your safety, you two shouldn't appear around here anymore."
The two thought about Chris's appearance at the gambling table, winning seven out of ten bets, and immediately understood what Chris meant.
And Chris, looking at the seventy thousand plus funds in his hand, also felt that he could begin the next plan.
Today is March 2nd, and in the movie's plot, the Ogre falls into a deep sleep around the 5th, so Chris guessed that his departure might also be around the 5th.
Although he didn't know the reason, that almost tangible premonition told Chris that it was not an illusion.
So, to earn enough money for Tracy to achieve financial freedom, he still needed to dabble in stocks, and ideally, teach her how to invest.
Therefore, even if Chris could win every single bet, he still intentionally controlled his wins and losses at the casino just now.
Of course, this was also because this was just a small casino, with a daily cash flow probably only a few hundred thousand US dollars, and the casino owner might only earn tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand US dollars a week.
Knowing this information, Chris stopped while he was ahead, only winning a little over seventy thousand.
If it were just him, he would naturally do whatever he pleased, and it wouldn't matter if he won all the money from everyone in the casino.
With his strength, he was confident that the casino would honor the payout.
But now he was with two dependents, wasn't he?
So Chris had to rein himself in a bit to avoid the girl he had been intimate with from meeting her demise.
After all, although he came from a beastly family, he himself was a genuinely good person at heart.
Rubbing the money in his hand, Chris sighed, lamenting how far this place was from Las Vegas.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have to consider so much; he could just go all out.
Even if he won hundreds of millions of US dollars, he might even become a VIP in Las Vegas.
Why would he still need to think about how to make money from the stock market?
However, Chris could only think about it now, as he could only stay for three more days at most. Even if he flew to Las Vegas now, winning money would take up most of his time, not to mention the subsequent withdrawal and accounting.
Even if he got the money, he would still need to transfer it to Tracy's name, which would take a considerable amount of time.
So, it was better to do it in one go: directly trade stocks under Tracy's name, and then teach the siblings the specific investment matters.
He believed that with his guidance as a Transmigrator, even if these two were terrible, they could still acquire enough funds to live a comfortable life.
Having decided on the specific execution plan, the three returned to the hotel.
This time, even Daly didn't go home. After calling his family, he also booked a room here.
He planned to be a full-time driver for a few days, then earn enough money to last him a lifetime.
Perhaps it was the tens of thousands of US dollars already in hand, plus Chris's promise of more wealth; or perhaps it was knowing that the day of parting would arrive in a flash.
In any case, Tracy was exceptionally wild tonight.
If Chris's physical fitness hadn't been extraordinary, he wouldn't have even thought about taking these two to trade stocks; he might not even have been able to get out of bed.
But the final result was the opposite: Chris was still full of vigor, while Tracy was in worse shape, needing Chris's help to even get dressed.
Fortunately, opening an account and buying stocks were not affected, otherwise Chris's second plan might have been cut short here.
The town where Tracy lived was a large town, so various commercial services were quite complete, even having a brokerage trading center, which saved the trouble of online processing.
With Daly driving, the three spent half an hour arriving at the brokerage trading center.
Then they spent another hour opening an account. Of course, the main reason it took so long was the account manager's incessant recommendations of stocks, which delayed the process.
If Chris hadn't explicitly refused, the other party might have gone on for several more hours.
After all, the three were not old, and they walked in with real money, so being treated as easy targets was to be expected.
But in the end, everything was perfectly resolved. The moment Tracy opened her account, Chris began to teach her step by step which stocks to buy and when to sell them.
Fearing the impact of the butterfly effect, Chris focused on explaining stocks and investment areas that were trending and unlikely to change.
For example, the internet, energy, and the most stable asset: gold.
While explaining, Chris also had Daly write it down in code to prevent the two from forgetting.
While talking about future opportunities to get rich, Chris also helped Tracy purchase short-term wealth-generating stocks.
After everything was almost done, Chris then spoke of a recent opportunity to make a fortune, a piece of news that would shock the world.
"On September 11th of this year, a world-famous event will occur. You can plan ahead for it. After acquiring initial funds, remember to invest in the security and energy sectors."
Chris's words were vague, but he believed that once the Twin Towers incident occurred, the siblings would undoubtedly know how to maximize their profits from it.
In fact, if they operated skillfully, they could even cross class lines and become part of America's elite.
However, that would have nothing to do with Chris by then. He could only share the important news he knew; the specific operations would be up to the two of them.
After leaving the brokerage trading center, Chris seemed to forget everything that had happened before, taking the two thousand US dollars he had left and starting to enjoy himself.
And so, time flew by. By the morning of the 5th, the first thing Tracy discovered when she opened her eyes was that Chris was gone.
She sat up, feeling a sense of loss, and quietly recalled the past few days, realizing that this had been the most exciting time of her life.
"Hmph! Chris, you really are a succubus!"
Her casual sigh accurately captured Chris's true nature.
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