Chapter 417: His temper is even worse than his.

Suddenly, a faint but distinct electric current, as if from another dimension, struck Su Hao's fingertip precisely.
"...?"
His hand stopped on that page, then, slowly, with a hint of surprise, he turned the page.
On the white page, there was only a short line of black text.
【Now is the time for change.】
"!?!"
In an instant, every hair on Su Hao's body stood on end! Goosebumps instantly formed a line!
Could it be... his intuition, communicating with him through this book?!
He slammed the book shut, his heart pounding.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked softly, staring at the cover.
He placed his hand on the page again, slowly tracing its surface.
Sure enough, this time, in another spot, that familiar, faint electric shock returned to his fingertips.
He abruptly flipped open the book!
【Don't ask such pointless questions.】
"...!?"
This book... no, it was his intuition, truly answering him!
But the answer was far too ambiguous.
Was it an admission of the question, or a warning against asking such nonsense?
Su Hao frowned. Suddenly, his temples throbbed, like someone was hammering away inside.
He was all too familiar with this pain.
It was the brain's overload warning when he overused his intuition!
If it worsened, he would smell a phantom odor like a burning engine in his nostrils, followed by excruciating pain that would engulf his entire body, making him unable to even stand.
"Ah... could it be that 'Don't ask such pointless questions' is because of this..."
Asking such questions would overuse his intuition, wouldn't it?
"Then..."
Su Hao's eyes flickered. He decided to ask a question that truly troubled him.
Actually, there was no need to overthink it.
"Should I... resign and retire?" He poured out his pent-up frustrations to the book in one breath.
"Lately, I feel like I'm not actively using my intuition to invest, but rather being dragged along by it, completely powerless.
So I'm increasingly losing interest in company matters, even though I used to be very happy.
The company has reached this point, and I've done my duty to Chairman Huang.
Or... should I just quit and become a freeloader?
Anyway, I've made enough money, more than I could spend in several lifetimes.
Like before, I could just spend all day playing games in my room and forget all these worries. How about that?
Wouldn't that be more interesting?"
He found it a little funny after finishing the question in one breath.
This question was far too long.
He was about to close the book, reorganize his thoughts, and ask a briefer question…
“!”
However, just as he was about to close the book, an unprecedented, incredibly strong feeling, like an invisible hand, suddenly pressed down on the back of his hand!
That force was domineering, tyrannical, and undeniable!
Su Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly opened the book again!
On that page, several large characters were printed in a flamboyant style.
【Stop fucking talking nonsense!】
“…” Su Hao fell silent.
Why did he feel that this book… or rather his intuition, had a temper even worse than his?
***
Su Hao's intuition cheat, to put it bluntly, is a mana-consuming skill, and there's no mana bar displayed.
Back when Su Hao first joined Fanghuan Investment, he was a greenhorn, utterly lacking in self-control.
He'd seize any opportunity for short-term trading and unleash his ultimate skill recklessly, without cooldown, resulting in mana overload and a near-fatigue.
He'd end up sleeping like a log at his desk in front of everyone, almost becoming a cautionary tale displayed on the company wall.
From then on, he learned his lesson and understood the so-called "management."
He began to consciously control his use of this power, emphasizing the balance between exertion and relaxation.
Even so, whenever he encountered moments like the last time, requiring all-night battles and frantic profit-taking, while he could barely control the pace, he would eventually reach his limit.
After a series of frenzied actions, he'd still have to lie in bed for days to replenish his depleted health and mana.
Even worse, this intuition cheat code has recently been upgraded.
Before, it was just a quick "ding" in his brain, a slight electrical shock, like being kissed by an electric mosquito swatter.
Now, it's been upgraded to an IMAX-like immersive experience, constantly playing high-definition, uncensored "future trailers" in his mind.
The effect is stunning, but the mana consumption has skyrocketed.
The clearer the foresight, and the longer it lasts, the more drained he feels afterward, slumped in his chair, too lazy to even move a finger.
"Is this book... also such a mana-consuming one?"
Su Hao's gaze fell on the strange book titled *The Book of Life's Answers*.
Besides this thing, he tried many other books, wanting to see if this intuition treated all printed materials the same.
The result was obvious: apart from the "Book of Answers," the other books were no different from ordinary paper in his hands, producing no reaction whatsoever.
They all seemed ordinary, except for this book, which possessed an inner brilliance.
He stroked his chin, muttering to himself, "Could it be because...the word count?"
Ordinary books were crammed with text on every page, as if the words were being carved into the very fabric, an explosive density of information.
Except for picture books for kindergarteners, most books on the market were like this.
But this book was different. Each page had only one or two lines of text, sometimes even just one word—it was lazy to the extreme, a true example of "simplicity is the ultimate sophistication."
However, it was precisely this seemingly "laissez-faire" style that became the best vehicle for his intuition.
Compared to those complex chapters that required mental effort to decipher, this book could give him the clearest answer in the simplest, most direct, and most straightforward way.
"Ouch, my head hurts."
He had a premonition that if he used this book properly, it could become a powerful weapon, making his decisions more accurate.
The problem is, this thing consumes way too much mana.
After only flipping through a few pages, his temples felt like they were being drilled, the pain making him throb.
But he gritted his teeth and decided to squeeze out the last bit of mana.
"One last question," he asked in a deep voice, staring at the book, "what final advice can you give me?"
The words had barely left his mouth when he felt a crackling sound in his temple, like a lit fuse, and a burnt smell filled his nostrils.
At the same time, that familiar tingling sensation in his fingertips surged again!
Su Hao abruptly flipped open the book.
【Take Control of Your Own Life.】