The Extra Wants Control - Chapter 133: Meaning

The financial market is swept up and down, and the crocodiles are annihilated in chatting and laughing.

The most successful investor in history, the peak of the mysterious existence. He is Bridgewater’s largest investor, and his earnings beat Renaissance Technologies. He pointed to John Paulson, who strangled Long-Term Capital Management.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a name for a thousand miles, he is the son of finance and the king of hedging!

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A mediocre, low-born beggar, he relied on only his firm and indomitable spirit to desperately cultivate but still could not exceed the masses. Then by fortune’s favor, he awakened a long-extinct ancient martial soul. Since that day, he soared like a comet on the path of cultivation. From his humble beginnings as an outsider in the Ling Clan, his name, Ling Xiao, would ring throughout the world.

He’s the dream guy of women world wide, the CEO of a formidable mega-corporation. But, he’s absolutely powerless against her, resorting to all kinds of methods to force her into a marriage, tying her to his side with a certficiate.

“Remember, from now on, you’re not allowed to enter unclean entertainment venues, not allowed to accept drinks from other men, not allowed to have physical contact with men other than me. If not, bear the consenquences.”

Ling Tianya felt that she was just like a girl undergoing puberty, under strict supervision of her parents, shackling her down with restrictions upon restrictions.

“Your requests are ridiculous, I have meetings and obligations, I… …”

The man held tightly onto her, as though wanting nothing more than to absorb her into himself. “Ling Tianya, this is not a discussion.” Therefore, the CEO had became a complete slave to his wife.

“My love for you is your perogative. Use me to your heart’s wishes, I am more than willing!”

But all he got in exchange was an eye roll, “Keep it for yourself, I don’t need it!”

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When he woke up, Yang Yuan found himself reborn.

When he was one year old, “Ah, not only rebirth, but also transmigration.”

At the age of three, “Goldfinger is finally in place!”

Portable space is handy.

Fourteen years old, “What the hell is my golden finger?”

Yang Yuan screamed in the sky…

Thirty-year-old, Yang Yuan, who was hugging from left to right, stood on Emperor Tread Peak, pointing to the vast land, “This is the country that I have conquered!”

Omg, golden fingers are so fragrant!

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