"Grandpa, isn't Grandpa Yang helping people make money? Why do you still need to remind him?"
Little Ji Ye opened his eyes wide and asked curiously.
Chen Pingsheng said, "The money he makes isn't stable. When things are going well, people naturally praise him. But once they lose money, they'll blame it all on him."
"Isn't that a case of good intentions leading to bad outcomes?"
"This doesn't count as good intentions."
Chen Pingsheng explained, "True goodwill comes from sincere kindness, not from satisfying one's vanity. If we're uncertain about the risks, we must not let others follow in making dangerous moves."
Alright... Little Ji Ye half understood.
But within a couple of days, Chen Pingsheng's words were put to the best test.
Old Yang was smart; he quit while he was ahead, cashing out all his stocks after they rose limit-up for seven consecutive days.
