I gained the ability to hear voices from the future right after my div

March 21st, the Spring Equinox. Spring is a season for breakups, and a perfect time for letting go of the past. Lu Liang got up early to tidy up the house, but there was barely anything that belonged to him—most of the stuff was Lin Wenjing's. Staring at the pile of her belongings on the floor, he hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone to ask how to dispose of them. "Hey, I still have some of your things here. Do you want to…" His words trailed off mid-sentence, cut off by Lin Wenjing's icy tone—cold enough to make him feel like a telemarketer on the line. "Lu Liang, we're already divorced. I hope you won't make things awkward for me. Let's just go our separate ways, okay?" Lu Liang heard a man's voice in the background, sounding drowsy as if he had just woken up. "Who's that?" "No one, honey. Go back to sleep for a bit." Her voice softened instantly, sweet and coquettish like a girl in the throes of a new romance. "Got it." Lu Liang hung up the phone with a blank expression, then called the scrap collector and had every single one of her things hauled away without a trace. He knew exactly who that man was—a shareholder of the beauty salon where his ex-wife worked, the guy who drove a Range Rover Evoque. The two had hooked up just days after the divorce, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he'd been cheated on long before the papers were signed. But what could he do now that they were already divorced? Getting angry would only make him look pathetic, only prove to her that divorcing him was the right choice. The best revenge, he decided, was to live well—drive the fanciest cars, date the most beautiful women, and make his life so good it made her regret it. With every last trace of Lin Wenjing gone from the house, Lu Liang finally felt a flicker of relief. At two o'clock in the afternoon, right on schedule for his meeting with the client, he waited at the gate of the residential complex. He hadn't even finished his cigarette when an elderly man climbed out of a taxi with a big smile. "Xiao Lu, sorry to keep you waiting!" "Uncle Wu, I just got downstairs myself." Lu Liang greeted him warmly and invited him upstairs for tea, but the old man waved him off. "No need. I've checked out the place several times already—just make sure your stuff is packed up." "Shall we head straight to handle the paperwork then?" "You're not going through Lvjing Real Estate's channel, are you?" Uncle Wu asked. Even though Lu Liang was selling his own house, he was still an employee of Lvjing Real Estate. Processing the property transfer through the company would cost him tens of thousands of yuan in extra fees. "No need. I'll take care of it for you personally." Lu Liang shook his head. He'd been a seasoned real estate agent for years—if he still had to go through the company for his own house sale, all those years in the business would've been for nothing. The two men went to the real estate administration bureau, where Lu Liang navigated the property transfer procedures like he was walking into his own home. It was a two-bedroom apartment in the suburbs, 76 square meters, sold for 1.12 million yuan—5% below the market price. If he hadn't been in such a hurry for cash, he could've easily gotten 1.2 million yuan by listing it for a week or two. After all, as a real estate agent, he'd seen tens of thousands of houses over the years. The apartment, once their marital home, was top-notch for its layout; it would've sold like hotcakes. They then went to the bank to handle the mortgage transfer. After deducting all kinds of fees, Lu Liang was left with 171,500 yuan in his account. That night, Lu Liang packed a few changes of clothes and moved into a bachelor apartment, becoming a migrant worker in Shanghai all over again. "Ten years of hard work, gone in a single day." Staring at the cold 175,000 yuan in his bank account, Lu Liang felt a sudden urge to cry. He'd come to Shanghai alone ten years ago with just 2,000 yuan in his pocket. After a decade of grinding, he'd finally built a family and a career—only to lose it all in the blink of an eye. To buy that marital home, his parents had given him 150,000 yuan, and he'd borrowed another 50,000 from friends. Now, after ten years of struggle, he was still 25,000 yuan in debt. It felt like a cruel joke. Suddenly, his phone on the table rang. It was Manager Wu from the company. "Lu Liang, are you coming to work or not? Director Liu said if you don't show up tomorrow, we'll mark you as absent without leave." "Got it." Lu Liang glanced at his reflection in the mirror—stubble on his chin, hair greasy and messy. He looked like a complete mess. "Fuck it. I'm just starting over." Lu Liang took a shower and stepped out of the bathroom. Staring at his wardrobe—nothing but white shirts, suits, and black leather shoes—he realized he didn't even have a choice to change his style. He thought about how his ex-wife had spent thousands on a single outfit or a set of cosmetics, while he'd made do with cheap clothes that cost less than a hundred yuan each. The more he looked at those boring, plain clothes, the more annoyed he got. For years of marriage, he'd never lived for himself—and in the end, it had all been for nothing. In a fit of anger, Lu Liang bundled up all his old clothes and threw them into the trash bin downstairs. He splurged 688 yuan on a haircut package that included a free facial, then headed to the mall to buy a whole new wardrobe—clothes, shoes, everything. "I'm not that old, am I?" Lu Liang stared at his reflection in the mirror, transformed from head to toe. He'd put on a little weight compared to ten years ago, but he was still handsome—now with the added charm of a mature man. The only downside was his bank balance, which wasn't enough to fund another big change in his life. "You were never old to begin with, handsome." The salesgirl gushed as she helped him pick out outfits, showering him with compliments. "I like the sound of that. I'll take all of these." His bank account dwindled to 169,000 yuan in an instant, but Lu Liang felt an indescribable sense of relief and satisfaction. "Spending money feels amazing!" Back at his apartment, Lu Liang started planning how to make more money. Spending money brought happiness, but being broke brought nothing but pain—and he was determined to avoid that pain at all costs. "I should be able to borrow a decent amount." Lu Liang pulled out his phone and ID, then got in touch with industry veterans like Lao Ma and Qiangzi to discuss a few deals. Since the property transfer had only been finalized that afternoon, the online records hadn't been updated yet. He managed to secure 210,000 yuan through three different platforms, then cashed out 150,000 yuan from his credit card. Suddenly, his available funds jumped to 520,000 yuan. But he needed more—much more—if he wanted to subscribe for new stocks. Lu Liang downloaded every legitimate loan app he could find, and by the end, his total capital had skyrocketed to an astonishing 620,000 yuan. "Haisheng, what have you been up to lately? I need to ask you something." Lu Liang called a client who worked as a stockbroker. He set aside 20,000 yuan for daily expenses, then used the remaining 600,000 yuan to pay a 50,000-yuan service fee for 5,000 subscription codes—a gray-market trick to boost his chances of winning the new stock lottery. Ever since the divorce a few days ago, a voice had been echoing in Lu Liang's head. At first, he thought he was hallucinating. He even found himself wondering if he'd ever really loved Lin Wenjing. They'd met only a few times, agreed on the bride price, and got married—no real emotional foundation at all. The marriage had lasted less than two years, no kids, and their relationship had been as shallow as water. Then yesterday, the voice had suddenly become crystal clear. **[March 24th: Baofeng Technology IPO. 37 consecutive limit-up days in 40 days. Peak price: 327 yuan per share.]** Lu Liang had immediately looked up Baofeng Technology and confirmed the IPO date was indeed March 24th, with an issue price of 7.14 yuan per share. He'd never heard of the stock before. If it had been a hallucination, there was no way he could've known the exact IPO date. After careful consideration, Lu Liang decided to take the gamble. After all, you couldn't really lose money in A-shares, especially not with new stocks—it was practically impossible. If the voice was telling the truth, his life was about to change forever. Everyone knew that 99.99% of new stocks never lost money, which was why so many people rushed to subscribe to them. Winning a single lot was like striking it lucky—you were lucky if you got one out of ten tries. That's where the gray-market subscription codes came in: buying more codes meant higher odds of winning. But few people bothered with it, because the service fees were steep—you needed at least seven consecutive limit-up days just to break even.