Wang Yixue chuckled and used her finger to write a company's name on the table with tea, whispering.

"Their crystal technology is suspected of plagiarism. They'll be sued in less than half a month. Uncle, you might want to consider shorting their stock."

Tang Yu's father almost blurted out a curse. He had planned to go all-in on that stock last night, and now he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

The main issue was that he wasn't very skilled in managing the company, and business matters rarely required his attention. So, he didn't have access to such information. He spent his life leisurely trading stocks with his billions.