As An Eight Year Old, I Went Into Financial Management Behind My Parents Back - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Eight-Year-Old Stock Market Genius

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The next day, Theodore was stunned when he received the results of his subordinate’s investigation.

The information on the thorough investigation of Fred filled up only a sheet of paper.

Theodore immediately grasped the key point—

Fred, male, 35 years old. He was ordinary and knew nothing about stocks!

“Did you convey the wrong message from the higher-ups?”

Theodore threw the results of the investigation on the desk of the employee who informed him.

The employee was investigating something else and did not pay attention to the information. He said bluntly, “It’s Fred. That’s right, I’m sure.”

After getting an affirmative answer, Theodore felt even more troubled.

Why would the higher-ups investigate an ordinary person?

Want to share joy with the people?

…

Puzzled, Theodore stood in front of Fred’s house. Behind him was his assistant. They were all carrying gifts.

Taking a deep breath, Theodore displayed his standard smile and knocked on Fred’s door.

“Knock knock knock!”

Then the door was pulled open.

Helen was the first to appear in Theodore’s vision.

“Who are you?”

Helen was confused by the unfamiliar faces.

“Hello, Madam Helen. We’re from the Stock Market Center. The reason for this visit is mainly to ask Mr. Fred some questions.”

Theodore had a good attitude, and Helen suddenly realized and she nodded.

The Stock Market Center? That meant asking them about Lance.

“Ah, okay. Everyone, please come in.”

Helen treated them warmly, and it just so happened that Fred was at home at the moment. Theodore felt that it was easy.

After a brief introduction, Theodore got straight to the point.

“Mr. Fred, did you buy many stocks some time ago? And every stock was profitable and you never lost money.”

After the question was asked, Fred paused for a moment before putting down the newspaper and replying to Theodore unhurriedly.

“I didn’t do this.”

“?”

Theodore was confused.

If Fred didn’t do it? Who else could it be?

Could it be that the higher-ups had really informed him wrongly?

While Theodore was puzzled, Fred continued, “It’s my son. He buys stocks through my account and operates them.”

His son was buying stocks using father’s account?

Theodore unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

He knew that Fred was thirty-five years old. How old was his son?

…

Lance was in the room studying stocks. When Fred called him out, he was wearing clothes that Helen had bought for him, clothes that suited his age.

Helen had dressed Lance like a little prince in a fairy tale. His delicately crafted face appeared even more lovely at this moment.

It completely revealed the word: “immature”.

Lance did not show any shock when Fred said that someone from the Stock Market Center had come to see him.

He had never kept a low profile when it came to buying stocks. It was expected that someone from the Stock Market Center would come looking for him.

So when Lance appeared in the living room, his calm was a stark contrast to Theodore’s shock.

Through his short conversation with Helen, Theodore knew that Lance was only eight years old.

However, although he had been prepared, Theodore was still stunned when he saw it with his own eyes.

The fact that an eight-year-old child bought stocks and even made a profit every time shocked him.

“Hello, Mr. Theodore.”

Lance didn’t hesitate. He greeted him politely without any stage fright.

Theodore’s name had been mentioned by Fred, and he took note of it incidentally.

“Hello…”

Theodore spoke slowly, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Lance was not surprised. He smiled and sat opposite Theodore.

“Mr. Theodore, may I ask if you come to my house to discuss something with me?”

Lance’s words brought Theodore back to his senses reluctantly.

Recalling the task, he suppressed his emotions and forced a calm tone, saying, “Little kid, did you earn 5.31 million in the stock market some time ago?”

Without hesitation, Lance answered.

“Yes. To be precise, it’s 5,310,800.”

With the accurate numbers and Fred’s confirmation, Theodore was almost certain that Lance was the stock market genius mentioned by the higher-ups.

But after confirming Lance’s identity, another thing stumped them.

When they first arrived, they thought that the stock market genius was Fred. The questions they prepared were somewhat pointed because Fred was an adult and could withstand it.

But Lance was quite the opposite.

How could they ask pointed questions when facing this eight-year-old child? If they made Lance cry, wouldn’t they be chased out of here?

Fortunately, Theodore reacted quickly. He thought for a moment, then chose a representative question and asked it tactfully.

“Little Lance, there’s something Uncle doesn’t understand. I want to ask you how you accurately timed the stock market decline and sold your stocks at the right time?”

As he spoke, Theodore displayed his standard smile and used the same tone he used to coax a child.

This almost gave Lance, who looked eight years old on the outside but had the mindset of a thirty-year-old, goosebumps.

Lance’s mouth twitched as he answered succinctly.

“Calculations.”

“Calculations?!”

Theodore was confused again.

Theodore knew that stocks could indeed be given reference value through mathematical calculations.

But this sentence sounded a little fake coming from Lance, this kid.

Lance was only eight years old. He probably didn’t even understand addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

The two assistants behind Theodore could not help but speak.

“Little kid, don’t talk nonsense.”

“That’s right. You have to answer the question seriously, okay?”

The coaxing tone again. Lance was getting used to it.

He looked up at the two assistants firmly and said, “Uncles, I’m not talking nonsense. I calculated the timing of the stock decline!”

His words were precise.

The two assistants looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

They were now in a doubtful state.

After a moment, Theodore said to Lance, “Lance, can you show uncle how you calculated it?”

“Of course!”

Without thinking, Lance agreed.

In his previous life, he was proficient in this.

In this life, although the rise or fall of the stocks was a hint given to him by the system, the excuse of calculating it was enough to convince Theodore and his two assistants.

…

Taking the paper and pen from Helen, Lance began to demonstrate to Theodore the professional calculation method.

Lance wrote quickly. The handwriting was a little immature, but it was neat.

A piece of white paper was quickly filled.

Most of the content written by Lance on it was just a gimmick.

But he believed that Theodore would believe it.

“Uncle Theodore, it’s done.”

After writing, Lance obediently handed the paper to Theodore, who was shocked again.

Just now, Theodore had more or less seen what Lance had written. It was all professional knowledge!

When Lance handed the paper to Theodore, he didn’t read it much. He scanned it and determined that Lance had the ability to calculate when to sell the stocks.

Theodore put the paper aside, not hiding his fondness for Lance.

Genius, what a genius.

“Little Lance, you have a bright future!”