Chen Bing quickly pulled back the older child, Chen Shichao, and advised him not to do such an abstract thing. Putting aside whether it was shameful for the Chen family to compete with their own son for their wife's favor, even with their maternal grandfather still around, Liu Yue wouldn't dare to even think about it.

Chen Shichao was eventually persuaded. He continued doing housework indignantly, planning to kiss Liu Yue again when she returned.

Chen Bing sighed. This old man was no different from the other kids in the village in essence.

Considering his development, Chen Bing felt that opening a restaurant should be done sooner rather than later.

However, Chen Bing had no good idea as to how to explain the source of this 1.8 million yuan.

After much deliberation, I've decided to be more open about it.

You can't let your own family harm you, right? Although Chen Xiao's father's behavior is somewhat abstract, he is not bad in essence.

Moreover, he kept his mouth shut. If he hadn't brought up the matter of his 20,000 yuan secret stash from his previous life, Liu Yue and I would probably still be in the dark.

Thinking of all this, Chen Bing threw down the broom in her hand and walked towards Chen Shichao.

When the father saw his son's series of actions, he thought he was planning a strike or uprising.

Unexpectedly, the other person grabbed his trouser leg and headed towards the bedroom.

"Old Chen, come with me for a moment."

"Who are you calling Old Chen? You have no manners. I'm your father."

I'm still your dad!

What's with this feeling of being taken advantage of? He's clearly my dad.

Chen Bing thought about it in a complicated way.

Although he was grumbling and cursing, Chen Shichao obediently followed him.

After entering the bedroom, Chen Bing let go of Chen Shichao's hand. Then, under his gaze, she pried out an Agricultural Bank of China card from an inconspicuous crack in the wall.

He turned to look at his father, whose expression was extremely unpleasant, as if he were struggling or filled with regret.

After a long pause, he sighed heavily and said, "Alright, go and rest over there. I'll take care of the rest."

Chen Bing: ?

Chen Shichao knew his son was intelligent, but he never imagined he would be this exceptionally gifted.

Fortunately, he hadn't read any online novels from later generations, otherwise he would definitely have exclaimed, "Hiss! This kid is terrifyingly powerful. If I can't recruit him, I must eliminate him... Ah? He's my son? Then it's alright. My son Chen Bing has the potential to become an emperor!"

Getting back to the main point, Chen Shichao originally thought that Chen Bing's way of revolting and striking would be to throw a tantrum, but he did not expect that Chen Bing, at such a young age, was so good at understanding human nature that he had learned how to use people's weaknesses without any instruction.

After thinking about this, Chen Shichao sighed deeply and then prepared to go back to the living room to continue cleaning.

Although Chen Bing didn't know what the other person was thinking, he hadn't called his father here just to show him how to take his secret stash of money without lifting a finger.

"Old Chen, wait a minute. Here, take this card."

Chen Shichao took the card with a puzzled look on his face.

"There is more than 1.8 million in the card."

"I will never leave Yueyue!"

"ah?"

No, why is my own father so abstract?

However, judging from the fact that he could still joke around, he clearly didn't believe what he was saying.

Well, Chen Bing didn't expect him to believe it anyway.

This kind of thing can't be proven by words alone; he needs to confirm it in person.

"Go call the bank's customer service and ask."

Under Chen Bing's persistent harassment, Chen Shichao finally had no choice but to call customer service.

A moment later.

"Sir, the balance in your bank card is 1,812,143.07 yuan. Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?"

Chen Shichao was shocked by the huge number. He asked customer service again in a daze, but the other party just repeated the same answer.

After hanging up, Chen Shichao called back and received the same answer.

What's going on? Am I dreaming?

Oh, it was all a dream. No wonder I have so much secret savings.

Ouch, that hurts! Someone's pinching my thigh.

Oh, it's that little brat Chen Bing. Why is he pinching me?

No, no, that's not the point. Since I feel pain, doesn't that mean I'm not dreaming, and the money in my bank account is real?

But that's not right. Didn't I only save 21,321.53 yuan? How did it become more than 1.8 million yuan?

Could it be... interest?

No, no, which bank has such high interest rates? Even loan sharks wouldn't be allowed to do that.

Is it inflation? But even if it's inflation, my money shouldn't be increasing in value.

Chen Shichao finally looked at his son, wondering how he knew there was more than 1.8 million yuan in this card.

"How...how did you know there was so much money in the card?"

Chen Bing briefly recounted the events to Chen Shichao, selecting the parts that best represented the situation.

Clearly, it sounds like a dream come true to hear such a miraculous stock trading experience from a three-year-old child, who is also his son whom he spends every day with.

Chen Bing knew he didn't believe her, so she showed him the bank account's income and expenditure records, as well as some of the transaction history on the computer.

Faced with irrefutable facts, Chen Shichao had no choice but to believe it.

But he still stammered, "But...but how do you know these things?"

Chen Bing gave two examples.

First, there was the matter of me pestering him to buy me a pirated book about stock trading during the town's commodity exchange fair a few months ago. Second, there was the matter of me watching financial news on TV every day.

Chen Shichao reluctantly believed some of it.

In order to dispel his hesitation and the possible mentality of speculation and making quick money.

Chen Bing continued, "Actually, it's mainly because the financial crisis is coming soon, and the financial industry is very volatile. So, if you seize the opportunity, it's so easy to make money. If it were any other time, I would have been fleeced like a leek."

Chen Bing then uttered some nonsense that she herself didn't understand, successfully breaking down Chen Shichao's psychological defenses.

For some incredibly lucky but unbelievable things, as long as you offer some seemingly plausible reasons, the other person will force themselves to believe it, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

After listening to these nonsensical explanations, Chen Shichao nodded repeatedly and said they were right.

It seems he really didn't understand.

"In short, our family is rich now."

"Yes, yes. Our family is rich now, I have to tell Yueyue the good news right away."

Before her father could run away, Chen Bing quickly stopped him and explained her considerations.

"Wait, wait, wait, Lao Chen, how are you going to tell Mom where this money came from?" Chen Bing blocked her father's path and questioned him seriously.

Comrade Chen Shichao said uncertainly, "You said you made money from stocks?"

Well, Ms. Liu Yue is different from Chen Shichao; she's a more idealistic and pragmatic woman. Getting her to accept that her three-year-old child can make a lot of money in the stock market is far more difficult than simply fooling Chen Shichao.

It's not that I don't want to tell my parents about my rebirth, but on the one hand, it's a bit unbelievable, and on the other hand, as a young couple, I can't be sure how my feelings will change when I face my son in his twenties.

Therefore, Chen Bing tried her best to avoid any unnecessary complications.

Do you think she'll believe it?

"I believed it all, I miss her..."

As Chen Shichao got to this point, he realized that he probably shouldn't have believed such a ridiculous thing.

“So, no matter what the process is, the most important thing is the result. To avoid worrying Mom, just say you made the money from stocks.” Chen paused here, then continued, “You see, what’s the point of making money? Isn’t it so that Mom won’t have to work so hard in the future and can be a rich housewife with an easy life? So it’s best if you handle this.”

Chen Bing gradually loosened his grip on his father's hand, and then continued, "Your son is a genius, but as the saying goes, 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' If others find out about this, it will inevitably bring a lot of trouble."

Not to mention the annoying news media, what can we say when relatives and friends come to borrow money? Besides, they might not even believe us.

Therefore, having you take the lead and letting me handle the rest is the best option.

In terms of results and facts, Chen Bing was right, and Chen Shichao gradually accepted this statement.

"And think about it, I used your own money to invest in stocks, so in the end, it's the same as you making money, right? I just helped you manage the business, just like the financial advisors under big bosses, isn't that how it is?"

Besides, if Mom knew you could make a lot of money with your own secret stash, she'd be so happy and like you even more, right? My life depends on my parents' good relationship. Without my parents, where would I be?