The butter-fried Maine lobster for dinner exudes a rich aroma, Robert cuts the cap of the cigar with an H. Upmann cigar cutter, and Mary pours a spoonful of truffle mushroom soup for Michael. Suddenly, the iPhone on the dining table rings a FaceTime notification sound, and Lillian's face appears on the screen, with the library dome of Boston University in the background.
"Brother! Dad! Mom! Are you eating Wagyu beef at Per Se?" Lillian stared at the table on the screen, "And Alaskan king crab! Too much!"
Michael wiped the corner of his mouth: "I made a little money."
"Little money?" Lillian's scream penetrated the receiver, "Hurry up and give your poor sister some living expenses! Otherwise, I will post the fact that you stole my bra in college on Instagram!"
Michael smiled and transferred 10,000 US dollars. Lillian's cheers made the phone receiver buzz: "Long live brother! Love you three thousand times! Take me to the Hamptons during the holidays!"
Robert looked at his son, and the cigar ash fell on the Bottega Veneta placemat: "Don't spoil her." But the smile in the corner of his eyes could not be hidden.
In the Per Se restaurant in midtown Manhattan, the crystal chandelier refracted the night view of the Hudson River into a flowing star map. Michael booked a box with a view of the Empire State Building. The cuffs of his Brioni casual suit revealed the moon phase dial of the Patek Philippe 5270P. Jason walked in with Amanda in his arms, the latter's Tiffany smiley face necklace flickering under the light.
"Mike! Sorry for the wait!" Jason shook the Dom Pérignon champagne in his hand, "Amanda specially wore the Max Mara you gave her!"
Amanda sat down a little stiffly, her fingers stroking the crocodile leather pattern of the Hermès Concan bag. Michael pushed the menu over: "Order whatever you want, it's my treat today."
Jason ordered the signature black truffle risotto and Australian wagyu tomahawk, while Amanda only ordered an organic vegetable salad. When the waiter brought the foie gras with figs, Jason raised his glass: "Mike, cheers to you! From Queens to Per Se, you are my God of Wealth!"
Michael clinked glasses with him, and the wine hung beautifully on the wall of the crystal glass. Amanda suddenly put down her knife and fork, her eyes slightly red: "Michael, I was short-sighted before, the $300,000 thing..."
"It's over," Michael poured her a glass of Romanee-Conti, "Who hasn't worried about money?"
Jason patted his shoulder, and the red wine spilled on Michael's suit: "If there is a way to make money in the future, you must take a brother with you! I'll bet all my 401K!"
Michael turned the wine glass and looked at the night view of the Hudson River outside the window: "Opportunities in the stock market are hard to come by, but I'm studying foreign exchange recently."
"Foreign exchange?" Jason's eyes lit up, "Isn't that something played by Wall Street tycoons?"
"It's more stable than the stock market if you see it right," Michael didn't mention the system's prompt for the Snow Dollar rebound warning, "There are risks, but the returns are also high."
"Count me in!" Jason stood up suddenly, "This time I'll mortgage my vacation home in Long Island to fight you!"
Halfway through, Jason took Amanda to the terrace to "take a breath", but actually went to pay the bill secretly. "I told you Michael is okay, right? He made 10 million dollars in a few days!" Jason hugged his wife, the smell of champagne sprayed on her face, "If you hadn't insisted on withdrawing the investment last time, we would have made hundreds of thousands now!"
Amanda rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help laughing: "I know, I'll listen to you next time."
Just then, the door of the next box opened and Amanda Zhang came out - she had just met Michael at the Gucci dinner and was finishing her makeup at the moment, with the chain of her Hermès platinum bag shining coldly. She heard Jason's vague "10 million dollars" and stopped in her tracks.
"...Michael said that foreign exchange is more stable than the stock market. This time I'm going to invest all my family's wealth in it!" Jason's voice came through the terrace glass.
Amanda Zhang pretended to arrange her Chanel brooch, but her ears perked up. She watched Jason and his wife walk into the box, typing quickly on her phone, and sending a message to her trader friend on Wall Street: "Check Michael Lin, he started in Queens, and is currently trading foreign exchange. It is said that he has 10 million US dollars."
When she returned to her seat, Michael was looking at his phone. The screen showed the exchange rate trend chart of the Snow Dollar against the US dollar. The system prompted: "The Snow Country Energy Agreement will be announced within 48 hours. It is recommended to open a position." He closed the interface and smiled at Jason: "The foreign exchange account has been opened and can be operated tomorrow."
Jason was so excited that he almost knocked over the red wine glass. Amanda quietly took out her phone and sent a message to her mother: "Mom, get the money ready. I found a reliable foreign exchange trader!"
The sommelier at Per Se restaurant was introducing the next vintage port wine, and in the night view of Manhattan outside the window, a capital undercurrent triggered by 10 million US dollars was quietly surging in the deep sea of the foreign exchange market. Michael turned the glass, looked at the wine in it, and remembered the next prompt from the system: "The rebound of Snow Coin will trigger a chain reaction, and Wall Street shorts are about to be liquidated." The corners of his mouth curled up - this game has just begun.