He planned for everything, except that Old Su would throw a tantrum.

"Dad, stop it, there are so many people here. You wouldn’t want to drag me into your classroom and spank me in front of your students, right? I’m telling you, if you disregard the father-son bond, I’m running away!" Su Qing said while darting his eyes around nervously.

Upon hearing this, Su Hongye took a deep breath, not angry, not angry at all.

Then he kicked Su Qing in the butt, saying, "Stop rambling, let’s go!"

In the end, he didn’t run. He was supposed to accompany Li Zijun and Du Qiang back to the police station. After all, this case wasn’t complicated; there were pictures, evidence, witness screenshots, surveillance videos, all comprehensive evidence. Nothing difficult about it.

Not every murder case is as difficult as the previous Zhang Heng case. Only because there was no murderer, if there was, it wouldn’t take more than a day, even a few hours to catch them. After all, with so many surveillance cameras in the school, once the culprit is identified, how could it be hard to catch them?

So, once they handled Ke Yao’s side, Lin Chengcai and others almost sorted out the rest. Next was information gathering to determine the main reasons for Wei Caiwen’s suicide, then they could close the case. As for the responsibility division afterward, whether that professor and Ke Yao would bear responsibility, what punishment they’d face, that’s for the courts and the school, not the police.

And when he looked at Li Zijun and Du Qiang for help, getting ready to plea for assistance, Du Qiang, the sly one, saw his chance for revenge, and of course mentioned that even if they went back, it would be of no use, cutting off his chances.

It must be said, in life, there are dues.

Just like that, he was kicked by Old Su and then taken to the office.

"Dad, what do you want?" Su Qing asked in the office.

In response, Old Su was helpless since suddenly discovered yesterday that his son seemed to have distanced from him. Not only that, Su Qing began to usurp him, and worst of all, he, as the father, seemed unable to fight back, which made him uncomfortable.

With the thought "if you can’t beat them, join them," Old Su decided to change tactics with his son. While cozying up to his son wasn’t quite it, who wouldn’t want to make some money?

"Why? Can’t I just visit you for no reason? After all, you’re a celebrity now," Old Su said with some sarcasm.

After being usurped, he sulked in the study that night, but eventually came around. Like his wife said, should he really hope his son becomes unworthy and only he can pay for cars, houses, marry someone, and pay dowries?

It was bound to happen, only for their family it happened a little earlier. Not needing his kid anymore, he’s happy idling away.

Hearing this, Su Qing gave an awkward chuckle, "Dad, it’s not that serious, you know inside it’s all right!"

Old Su: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Su Qing: ┬—┬ノ(’-’ノ)

"Don’t be impulsive, if you try to hit me again, I’ll run!"

Old Su had no choice. His son had grown, too strong to hit anymore.

Yet, when speaking to others, he remained proud since who else’s son is as competent as his? It’s thanks to his good upbringing, which is quite prestigious to mention.

"I need you for three things today. First, some finance professors at our school, also my colleagues, wish to meet you. Most hope to discuss stocks, so get ready and decide what you’re comfortable discussing, no worries.

Second, some of my students adore you. If you have time, maybe wander by. Of course, if you truly don’t want to, that’s fine, no matter.

Third, well... lately the stock market... think it’ll keep going? Can it still be fun?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing chuckled instantly, his dad was still that proud.

In his view, the first two were incidental. The third was his dad’s main concern, yet he wouldn’t explicitly ask, since his age is prime time for men, asking his son to fund him was a bit ego-crushing.

"You’re laughing? It’s funny?"

It would have been better if he hadn’t laughed; upon hearing the laughter, Su Hongye’s defenses collapsed, cheeks flushed hot.

Witnessing this, Su Qing waved his hands rapidly, "No, no, Dad, about the market, it’s down recently. Don’t get involved, although there are rises, they’re modest. Don’t burden yourself. If you’re in a bind, I could help?"

"Want me to take your help? You think I can’t take care of myself? Why do I need your money?"

Su Qing: ...

After coaxing Old Su, he continued asking, "Dad, why do the school’s finance professors want me? I don’t know finance?"

Hearing this, Old Su took a deep breath, settling his mood before responding, "Lately, the market’s down, they lost some money, heard you’re a Stock God, so they want a word with you."

He believed none of it. Finance professors, it’s their profession. Even if not experts, they’re seasoned traders; some professors analyze market charts. Need his half-grown kid’s advice?

Even if he’s dubbed Stock God, so what? The credibility, who knows?

Sure enough, as soon as Old Su finished his sentence, something gave his narrative a boost.

[A lifetime competitive dad boasted your achievements before colleagues: you turned ten million into three billion in over a month. While some suspect exaggeration, many believe it, with your mobile banking balance screenshots as proof.]

Hearing this, he rolled his eyes. That’s why those finance professors seek a young guy like him. If it’s tens of millions, some might envy it, but outsiders wouldn’t be shocked.

Numbers like these are too big, too unbelievable for many.

"Finance professors can lose money?" Su Qing couldn’t quite grasp it, since even Old Su, after years of trading stocks, profited. Professionals shouldn’t be this erratic, right?

"Ah, teaching stock trading, being a professor, doesn’t mean that much. What’s his name, Old Wang from our school, taught students stocks, the students used virtual trading, yet he gambled ten thousand away privately. In one afternoon, the students’ portfolios rose, whereas the class ended with him being helped out." Old Su smacks with insight.

Hearing, his eyes widened. In this view, these stock trading tutors just seem to live up to that.

"So... you want me to teach these stock trading professors how to trade stocks?" Su Qing asked.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to teach, but he can’t. He lacks theory, unable to aid anyone.

If he told them which stocks to buy, wouldn’t it be better to start a class himself, pocketing ten thousand per lesson and earning money?

"Not letting you teach them. They wish to meet you, learn your trading approach. Majority practice theory, such large-scale trading they haven’t done." Old Su expounded.

Upon hearing, he breathed a sigh of relief. If it’s teaching, he’s clueless, but trading, he can do trading.

As they spoke, four or five middle-aged men entered.

"Old Su, this should be your son?"

"No need to say, you can tell it’s Old Su’s son by the looks!"

"Young heroes rise!"

Upon entry, they started showering him with compliments.

"Son, this is Professor Liu!"

"Hello, Professor Liu!"

"Don’t be formal, just call me Uncle!"

"This is Teacher Zhao!"

...

Then Su Qing greeted everyone politely.

No one named Wang here, presumably still upset about his private money loss.

"Little Su, I heard from your dad that you made high-level trading surpass million on stock markets, achieving thirty-fold growth. How did you manage it?" Inquired the bald Professor Liu after brief chitchat.

Without hesitation, Su Qing replied, "It just takes a hand, doesn’t it?"

Everyone: ...