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Chapter 111 Finance guys are scum
Shanghai University of Finance and Economics Gymnasium.

Badminton court.

At this time, only one of the four badminton courts was occupied.

"boom--"

"Snapped--"

The badminton shuttlecock flew back and forth in mid-air.

At this moment, they were playing against two slender, fair-skinned boys, and each shot made the racket make a whistling sound.

In the rest area on the sidelines, there were players sitting on the ground recovering their strength, and there were also cheerleaders who came specifically to cheer them on.

"Great smash!"

"What a pity, they were rescued!"

"Kill again!"

"Go, President Zhihong!"

People around her were shouting excitedly, while Xu Zhirou put her phone back into her bag and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Today she wore her hair in a single ponytail, a white T-shirt customized by the badminton club, and black sports shorts. Her shapely legs had no excess fat, only the lines of years of exercise, and she exuded vitality.

"boom--"

Cheng Zhihong won the confrontation after a series of brutal attacks.

"I lost."

"You're amazing, boss."

Cheng Zhihong glanced at Xu Zhirou on the sidelines and, seeing that she was watching, said modestly, "You've improved a lot. You were able to save so many smashes. It's just that your accuracy is a bit lacking. You can work on your arm strength more."

"Okay, I'll go back and practice."

The two walked to the net in the middle, bumped fists, and then headed towards the rest area on the sidelines.

Before they even reached the sidelines, a girl immediately came up to them and handed them water.

Boys who like sports may not be rich, but they are definitely physically fit and are more likely to be popular with girls in college.

"Junior Junhao has made great progress; he almost caught President Zhihong's series of attacks."

"I thought we could save him, but alas, we were just one step behind."

"President Zhihong, have some water."

"Thank you."

Cheng Zhihong accepted the water from his junior, thanked her politely, took a sip of water in Kaifeng, and then handed it back to her.

This scene, as seen by the junior, was so dashing that she was overjoyed, clutching the bottle of water she had only taken a sip of.

However, Cheng Zhihong didn't care at all. He only had one goal. He went to his sports backpack, took out a towel to wipe his sweat, and then went to Xu Zhirou's side and said, "The Shanghai Youth Cup is now open for registration. Zhirou, do you want to register for mixed doubles together?"

Despite being rejected repeatedly, he did not back down in the slightest. After all, once they left school, he and Xu Zhirou would be from two different worlds, and he needed to hurry up and confirm their relationship.

"Mixed doubles requires coordination, which seems difficult. I was thinking of signing up for singles."

Xu Zhirou politely declined.

"As for teamwork, it will come with more practice. Besides, I heard that Lin Dan will be watching the finals, so with me there, there won't be any problems."

As soon as Cheng Zhihong finished speaking, Xu Zhirou glanced at him and said, "Shall we give it a try?"

"Come and give it a try." Cheng Zhihong immediately perked up and called to the club members on the sidelines, "Mixed doubles, top players, top players!"

With Cheng Zhihong's shout, four people quickly gathered.

In badminton mixed doubles, the male player usually attacks from the backcourt while the female player covers the net in the frontcourt. When defending, the male player is positioned towards the middle, defending about two-thirds of the court, while the female player defends one-third of the court.

"You serve first."

Cheng Zhihong passed the racket to the opponent.

After receiving the ball, the young man in the backcourt immediately served a short backhand serve.

The short ball was close to the net, and Xu Zhirou easily blocked it back, but it was immediately hit back by the girl on the other side.

As the ball speed increased and the force became heavier, the boys in the backcourt became the dominant force on the court.

While both sides were fully focused and in the competitive state, Zhang Yang and three female accounting students had already entered the badminton hall.

"Look, Senior Zhang Yang, that's Cheng Zhihong, the guy we're talking about who's really good at creating romance."

"Look at his abs when he jumps!"

"Fair and tender, with fleshy flesh when undressed."

While the three girls were swooning over him, Zhang Yang remained unmoved, silently watching the badminton match.

Perhaps due to the vast difference in strength between the two sides, the situation was almost one-sided, and the cheers from the sidelines grew louder and louder, resounding throughout the badminton hall.

Xu Zhirou glanced at the shuttlecock on the court and was stunned for half a second when she saw Zhang Yang come to the sidelines to watch the game. By the time she tried to catch the shuttlecock, it had already landed at her feet and bounced twice.

"Well, you scored?"

"A-Shuo and they can do it!"

"Great!"

The shouts from the sidelines never stopped. Cheng Zhihong noticed that Xu Zhirou was distracted and glanced at the audience. His pupils contracted immediately as he thought, "Why is Zhang Yang here?"

Zhang Yang is now a well-deserved "superstar of Shanghai University of Finance and Economics," and Cheng Zhihong regards him as his biggest rival in love.

"Could it be that you've come to see Zhirou?"

Cheng Zhihong was in a state of utter confusion.

Not only him, but Xu Zhirou was also distracted, and the two of them made frequent mistakes in their coordination, resulting in a widening gap in the percentage of points lost.

Fortunately, thanks to the points they had accumulated earlier and their mental adjustment, the two players narrowly defeated their opponents by two goals.

"Clap clap-"

"nice shot!"

"Our two vice presidents are really awesome!"

"so amazing!"

While the crowd on the sidelines was praising him, Zhang Yang saw that the match was over and walked towards Xu Zhirou. He had no interest in badminton; he just wanted to redeem Xu Zhirou's Maserati as soon as possible.

Seeing Zhang Yang walk towards Xu Zhirou and Cheng Zhihong, the three girls who had bumped into each other in the cafeteria immediately took out their phones and became reporters on the spot, extremely excited.

"She runs away, he chases, she has no way to escape. Will Senior Zhirou choose the top student at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, or the badminton prince?"

"Judging from Cheng Zhihong's expression, he seems a little unhappy!"

"We're about to get some juicy gossip!"

"Sending this to the school forum would definitely be big news!"

The moment Zhang Yang stepped onto the badminton court, the spectators on the sidelines noticed him and took out their phones to record the moment.

Based on the development of the youth dramas they've watched, they should have a duel at this point, and the winner would win the girl's heart.

But reality isn't like a TV drama. Zhang Yang walked up to the two of them and asked, "Which dealership sold that Maserati to?"

"What do you want to do?"

Xu Zhirou asked a question in return.

Zhang Yang didn't hide anything and frankly said, "I made some money and want to redeem the car."

"You actually made money off this gambling addict?" Xu Zhirou looked at Zhang Yang with disdain, clearly still angry.

Everyone says women are the most difficult to deal with, and Zhang Yang knew this all too well. Not wanting to get entangled with her any longer, he said, "Life is a gamble, you just need to tell me which car dealership it is."

Before Xu Zhirou could speak, Cheng Zhihong, who was standing next to her, caught the word "gambling" and immediately warned, "Senior Zhang Yang, are you gambling? You must not become addicted to gambling. My uncle owed high-interest loans because of gambling and jumped off a building with his whole family."

What seemed like persuasion was actually an attempt to reduce Zhang Yang's negative impression on Xu Zhirou.

Zhang Yang ignored this childish trick and waited for Xu Zhirou's answer. "I'll tell you if you beat me," Xu Zhirou said, raising her racket.

Seeing his opponent's eager expression, Zhang Yang admitted again, "I've never played badminton before, I can't beat you."

"I'll let you hold the racket with my left hand." Xu Zhirou switched hands with the racket.

The crowd on the sidelines was somewhat bewildered; the scenario they had envisioned did not seem to have occurred.

According to their thinking, Zhang Yang should be fighting with Cheng Zhihong now, but the three of them don't seem to have clashed yet.

"Zhang Yang has picked up his racket!"

suddenly!

Zhang Yang headed towards the internet.

The spectators on the sidelines picked up their phones again and started discussing it.

"It really is going to be a real men's battle!"

"Zhang Yang is undoubtedly a top student, but I wonder if he has any athletic talent. I've heard that God loves to close doors for people!"

"What does it mean that God loves to close doors for people? It means that everyone has their own expertise. Academic geniuses are geniuses in learning, but they often lack athletic talent!"

"Go Zhang Yang!"

"Go, President Zhihong!"

Right after he shouted those words, Cheng Zhihong walked out of the badminton court, leaving everyone on the sidelines stunned once again.

Not to mention they were completely baffled, Cheng Zhihong didn't even know what the relationship was between Zhang Yang and Xu Zhirou. Their conversation sounded like flirting to him.

When Zhang Yang borrowed a racket from the boy on the other side of the net, Xu Zhirou served a high toss without hesitation. Although she was left-handed, her serve was still powerful.

"Snapped--"

Zhang Yang watched the badminton shuttlecock hurtling towards him and casually blocked it...

empty.

When it was his turn to serve, he only managed to serve successfully on his second attempt.

Seeing Zhang Yang's complete lack of skill, the audience on the sidelines were all stunned.

I thought it would be a battle of experts, but it turned out to be a game of stomping noobs.

Xu Zhirou smashed the ball one after another, but Zhang Yang remained completely unfazed. He had never played badminton before, so losing was perfectly normal for him.

Only by accepting failure and recognizing one's own shortcomings can one achieve success.

With the score in the final two points, Zhang Yang was able to go back and forth with Xu Zhirou, who was left-handed, for ten rounds, but he still lost because he didn't understand the techniques.

As the last ball landed, Xu Zhirou looked at Zhang Yang, who was panting slightly, turned her head and walked to the sidelines, saying, "I'm not playing anymore. It's no fun to bully weak players."

Hearing Xu Zhirou say this, Cheng Zhihong, standing on the sidelines, secretly rejoiced, thinking, "If I can't even win over a woman, how can I win her heart? It seems I've won!"

However, before he could even enjoy his moment of joy, he saw Xu Zhirou return to the sidelines, put her racket into her badminton racket bag, and say, "I have something urgent to attend to and need to go out. You guys play first."

"???"

"???"

"???"

Before anyone could react, Xu Zhirou and Zhang Yang, who had returned the racket, left the badminton hall, leaving behind a group of badminton club members looking at each other in confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, someone broke the silence and said, "They've made talks?"

"Holy crap, this is big news!"

"Senior Zhang Yang's strategy of feigning defeat and deliberately losing the game was brilliant! He won over Senior Zhirou in no time. I need to write this down!"

"Hey, those of you who don't know how to charm girls, learn this! It's a textbook example!"

"If it's Senior Zhang Yang, then he and Senior Zhi Rou are indeed a perfect match."

"Cough cough!"

While everyone was discussing the matter, Cheng Zhihong's face was extremely pale. He gripped the badminton racket tightly with his right hand, and his arm was trembling from the excessive force.

The goddess he couldn't win over in three years was taken away by someone else with just a few words. It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry, but he was even more resentful!

The badminton club members weren't stupid; everyone could see that their club president was on the verge of exploding.

The three accounting girls who brought Zhang Yang also hurriedly slipped away. They seemed to understand why Cheng Zhihong had been rejected in his confessions; it turned out that he already had someone else in his heart.

……

Zhang Yang and Xu Zhirou walked out of the stadium side by side, the bright sunlight shining on them. The latter casually asked, "Have you saved enough money?"

"of course."

Zhang Yang replied without hesitation.

After Rhine Biologics' failure, no other stock can compete with Jianfeng Group for the shikimic acid leader. In addition, the first case of H1N1 influenza appeared in Tianfu. Next week, it only needs to have a few consecutive limit-up days and take the opportunity to cash out. No other operations are needed.

As for the steel and environmental ETFs he bought, he wasn't playing the ultra-short-term game, but rather aiming for the medium term.

"So you really guessed right. Next up is investing in financial websites?"

Xu Zhirou asked again.

"I'm planning to go to Zhangjiang to ask about the approximate cost of a customized website."

Zhangjiang High-Tech Park?

"Yes."

"There are indeed many studios that make customized websites over there, but the quality varies. If possible, find a supervisor and let an expert keep an eye on things so you don't get ripped off."

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; if you don't understand a field, you need to find someone knowledgeable to help you.

Take the badminton match just now, for example. Xu Zhirou doesn't think that winning a match means Zhang Yang is inferior to her. She thinks Zhang Yang is just not good at this area. If the two of them were to compete in investment, she would be far behind.

"Hiring project supervisors is also within my consideration, but before that, I need to register a company to formalize the project, and then I can look for talent through headhunting firms."

"A headhunting firm?"

Xu Zhirou stopped and bluntly retorted, "For a startup like yours, who would be willing to lower themselves to be in a headhunter's talent pool?"

"Multiple channels, casting a wide net, it's not just about headhunting companies."

"That's fine."

While chatting, the two arrived at the underground parking lot of Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. Zhang Yang wanted to go further in and drive his S600, but Xu Zhirou stopped him and said, "My car is here."

She thought Zhang Yang didn't have a car, so she reminded him. Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then got into the passenger seat.

"Did you bring your bank card?"

"Bring it."

"What about the ID card?"

"Bring it."

"boom--"

Xu Zhirou started the engine and asked again, "Are you really going to redeem that Maserati? It costs 115 million. According to the markup by used car dealers, it might cost around 120 million now."

She deliberately emphasized the redemption amount so that Zhang Yang could use the money to start his own business first, since that was Xu Zhiruo's original intention in selling cars.

However, Zhang Yang considered that if the Maserati were bought by someone else, it would be more troublesome to redeem it later, so he said, "A 30- or 60-month installment plan would only cost a few hundred thousand."

Xu Zhirou was clearly stunned for a moment. She had never thought about installment payments, since she always paid in full when she bought things. Then she couldn't help but complain, "Scumbag, even this has to be paid in installments."

"I won't let my money lag behind inflation. You accountants also study macroeconomics, so you must understand what the four trillion yuan investment means," Zhang Yang said calmly, lowering the passenger seat.

Xu Zhirou certainly understands macroeconomics; she was the top student in her year of accounting and was well aware that a major inflation was imminent.

Hearing that Zhang Yang would redeem the car in 30 or 60 installments, she still thought to herself, "He truly lives up to his reputation as a finance guy, all sweet talk and utter scum."

(End of this chapter)