"The money is yours, so you decide?" Henry Faulkner tossed the ball back.

"Since neither of you knows how to spend this money, why not let me handle it? I can't guarantee much, but in ten years, this one thousand yuan will be at least a hundred thousand." Edward Faulkner interjected.

"Dream on!" This time, the couple shouted in unison.

Edward Faulkner immediately felt bored. His own parents really were a pair of country bumpkins who had never seen the world! Back when he was working, he earned over ten thousand yuan a month, and even then he often had financial crises. This one thousand yuan, sigh, really couldn't do much!

To be honest, prices in 1978 were unbelievably cheap. Looking at the crisp one thousand yuan, Edward Faulkner started calculating in his mind what would be best to buy. If we're talking about the best investment, the safest would be to buy some scarce resources, but that's not something you can just buy whenever you want. The next best thing would be to collect some antiques, but unfortunately, he really didn't know much about that field.

Thinking back to all the treasure appraisal activities that were hyped up thirty years later, Edward Faulkner couldn't help but feel tempted. The profits from this were much higher than from stocks, and the risks were much lower. The key point was that hardly anyone understood this now—many families just left their antiques lying around to get moldy!

He didn't understand it yet, but he could learn slowly. After all, he was not even three years old. Edward Faulkner secretly made up his mind.

Chapter 14: The Inevitability in Coincidence

Deputy Director Bolton was about to take up his new post, and a new problem had arisen at home: Edward Faulkner.

Previously, at school, Grace Bolton could naturally take Edward Faulkner with her wherever she went, since it didn't affect anyone else. But now that Grace Bolton was going to work at the Bureau of Culture and Education, it was no longer convenient to bring Edward Faulkner along.

The Bureau of Culture and Education in Panshi City had a wide jurisdiction, covering sports, culture, medical care, health, education, and other areas. It could be said that it accounted for more than half of the city's public employees. Because of this inherent advantage, the director of the Bureau of Culture and Education was able to join the municipal party committee and become one of the city leaders with decision-making power.

With Grace Bolton entering the Bureau of Culture and Education, her administrative rank was immediately promoted to full section chief, which was quite a leap and felt like a meteoric rise. You should know that Henry Faulkner was now holding an important leadership position in a military enterprise with over five thousand employees, and his administrative rank had just reached section chief. Now, the couple were evenly matched.

"What about the little one?" Henry Faulkner and Grace Bolton were both at a loss.

"Don't worry about me. As long as there's food, your genius son won't starve. Besides, we have so many old neighbors at home." Edward Faulkner replied nonchalantly.

What Edward Faulkner said made sense. In fact, with his current level of self-care, he didn't need anyone to worry about his eating, drinking, or sleeping. Even if there were no adults at home, it didn't matter. Not to mention, they lived in a single-story house with lots of neighbors, all of whom were familiar, and some were as close as family. Occasionally looking after Edward Faulkner was really no big deal.

"Will that work?" Grace Bolton was still a bit uneasy.

Although the safety level in the city was indeed very good and there were rarely any bad people, nothing was absolute. Occasionally, there were still people who tricked children. Although Edward Faulkner was sharp-minded, physically he was still a child. If someone forcibly took him away, there would be nothing they could do. Moreover, just a few days ago, she heard that a two-year-old child had gone missing in Lingshui Village to the east. As a mother, Grace Bolton naturally didn't feel comfortable leaving Edward Faulkner home alone.

If something happened, it would be too late for regrets.

Edward Faulkner understood his parents' concerns and didn't say much. He just looked outside to make sure no one else was around, glanced around, casually grabbed a green brick used as a table mat, waved his fair little hand at his parents, and then suddenly thrust it into the brick.

"Ah—" Both Grace Bolton and Henry Faulkner were shocked. This was too much!

An egg hitting a rock naturally breaks, and a finger thrust into a brick should naturally cause injury.

But what happened next was nothing like the bloody scene they imagined. They saw Edward Faulkner's five fingers firmly embedded in the hard green brick. Edward Faulkner casually shook his hand, tossed the brick aside, and made a "please admire" gesture.

The couple hurriedly picked up Edward Faulkner and carefully examined his fingers, finding not a single scratch. Looking at the brick, there were five neat holes all the way through, as if drilled by an electric drill.

"What on earth is going on?" Even with their nerves of steel, Henry Faulkner and Grace Bolton couldn't handle such a shock from Edward Faulkner. Both of them were a little frantic, grabbing Edward Faulkner and bombarding him with questions.

"This is kung fu! It's an immortal art, totally different from those con artists wandering the streets!" Edward Faulkner boasted shamelessly, his little face not even turning red.