The birth of an actor

Chapter 87 Farewell Dinner

In this era, without the restrictions of computer internet access and bank cards, opening an account is actually quite troublesome.

After calling Liu Qiangdong to confirm that he didn't need the money, Anxin and Fan Bing returned to the bank and opened a savings account in cooperation with Huaxia Securities, thus opening a stock trading account.

This process alone takes one or two days.

Fortunately, the staff were very familiar with the process, so it took less than two hours from filling out the form to submitting the application.

But it's clear that he can't finish the process today; he has to wait until all the formalities are completed before he can officially open an account.

After leaving the bank, Fan Bing asked:
"You really want to invest in stocks?"

"Ah."

Anxin responded with a smile and said:

"Just wait until you become a little rich woman."

"hey-hey……"

Fan Bing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But in reality, she didn't understand these things and didn't even have a clear concept of them.

She just knew Anxin wanted to use her money, so she gave it to her.

I didn't think that much about it at all.

Even this matter wasn't as appealing to her as the roasted sweet potato stall on the street.

So, the two of them each took a roasted sweet potato and returned home with their mouths blackened from eating it.

The very next day, Anxin received her new savings book.

After transferring the money, he went straight to Huaxia Securities, queued up in the huge crowd to the counter, and went all in on "Shenzhen Technology" (000021).

The price is okay, 7 yuan per share.

Based on the condition of 100 shares per lot, Anxin exchanged all the cash he had for a settlement order for 8300 shares of Shenzhen Technology on December 2nd.

And when I bought it, the exchange's sign was all a ghastly green.

Anxin had to ask around to find out that on the 1st, the day he completed the procedures, the government issued a policy and published an article in the newspaper called "Correctly Understanding the Current Stock Market," which stipulated that the daily fluctuation of stocks could not exceed 10%.

He then realized that the rules of "limit up and limit down" actually came about at this time.

It can be considered as witnessing history.

Because of this article and the regulations that were introduced, the big screen was a ghastly green...

It's comparable to the foundations of later generations.

Thanks to this regulation, Shenzhen Technology is also surrounded by greenery.

No wonder it's so cheap at 7 yuan a share.

Clearly, the market is not optimistic either.

But that's none of his business. All he has to do is wait until early May next year and sell it off as soon as possible. As for whether it will hit the daily limit up or down... that's none of his concern.

After making the purchase, he showed the transaction slip to Fan Bing and then locked it in the metal box.

Even now, with the holidays approaching, the security situation in Yanjing isn't exactly great. Petty theft is a frequent occurrence.

So, Anxin came up with the dumbest solution: he hid the metal box containing the delivery slip in a corner of the yard where clutter was piled up, and buried it in a hole.

Then they returned to school.

Time flies, and another half month has passed.

As the date of the postgraduate entrance examination draws ever closer, the atmosphere in the dormitory becomes increasingly quiet.

Anxin hadn't even heard people laughing and talking loudly in a long time.

At the beginning of the month, Liu Qiangdong finally completed a certain procedure and picked up his books again.

Everyone was waiting for that fateful day to arrive.

However, before the appointed day arrived, An Xin overheard Liu Qiangdong answering phone calls a few times.

They're all debt collectors.

Unfortunately, he couldn't help this time.

The other person didn't say anything, hung up the phone and continued reading, cramming on all the knowledge needed for the postgraduate entrance exam.

Then, on December 19th, two days before the postgraduate entrance exam, Anxin rode his motorcycle back to Jishuitan early in the morning. But instead of going home, he parked the motorcycle directly at the entrance of the courtyard where Fan Bing lived.

I agreed to meet the girl at 7 o'clock.

At 6:55, the tired-looking girl opened the door. Upon seeing Anxin, she quickly stepped aside, trembling.
"come on in."

"Ah."

Anxin stepped into the courtyard through the snow at the entrance and went to her house, where she saw her packed luggage.

Today is the day she returns to her hometown in Shandong Province.

"Have you and Sister Hua agreed on it?"

"We agreed, she even said she'd give it to me, but I didn't... Will all of this fit?"

Looking at the two large suitcases, she asked.

"It should be fine. Didn't you see I removed all the rear storage compartments? Did you prepare the rope?"

"Give."

The two of them divided the work and began loading the suitcases into the car.

After confirming that nothing was left behind in the house, I asked with relief:
"Have you spoken to the landlord?"

"Ah."

Fan Bing agreed and then pulled the switch.

"I've already talked to Sister Zi about it."

An Xin was taken aback and asked in confusion:
"You've gone back to modeling?"

"Yes."

The girl shrugged:

"If you work these few days, you can earn half a year's rent. Why not go?"

How's the women's clothing business?

"I don't know, but according to Sister Zi, it's easier to do than mixing men's and women's clothing. There are also more styles available, and once I get involved... hehe~"

Seeing the girl's smug smile, Anxin chuckled softly:
"Ha, shall we go then?"

"Hmm. Here, take this."

Suddenly, Fan Bing handed over a box.

It was wrapped in gift paper.

"This is……?"

"Open it after I leave. It's a gift for you."

"Okay. Wear something warm, it's cold outside."

"Ah."

"Where's the ticket?"

"At this."

"money?"

"Two hundred and a half hundred in change is enough."

"Is this food for the train?"

"Correct."

"Pull the switch down."

"Okay..."

The two of them finished tidying up the house bit by bit, and finally locked the door.

After handing him the key, Fan Bing didn't forget to add a word of advice:
"You have to come back soon. I only have this one key. If you don't come back, I won't be able to get into the house."

"Okay, I'll let you know in advance."

"Yes, you've activated nationwide calling functionality on your pager, right?"

"It's open. Just call me if you need me."

"Um……"

After everything was done, Fan Bing got on the reassuring motorcycle.

The front foot pedal and the luggage on the back seat brought the two of them closer together.

In the chilly morning air, the motorcycle headed towards the train station.

Despite the biting cold wind, the motorcycle arrived at the station. Anxin helped her carry her luggage and escorted her into the waiting hall.

It's not the Spring Festival travel rush yet, so there aren't too many people.

An Xin had originally planned to see her to her car, but Fan Bing checked the time and urged him to leave.
"You'd better hurry back to school, it's almost 8 o'clock."

"No rush, I'll see you to your car."

"Oh, no need. I have a sleeper berth, not a hard seat, so it's easy to get on. You should go back now, so you don't get marked late again during roll call."

"fine……"

"oops……"

After some back and forth, Anxin finally gave in and said:
"Okay, then I'll be going?"

"……Um."

The girl responded and stood up:

"I send you."

"Let's give up already. You've already given me a ride, and I've already given you one. Let's just stay at the train station."

Anxin rolled her eyes, smiled, and waved.

"gone."

"...Okay, bye-bye."

For some reason, the girl's face showed a hint of reluctance.

But he still waved:
"I'll call you when I get home."

"it is good."

After responding again, Anxin stopped lingering and headed straight for the station exit.

Fan Bing's gaze remained fixed on him until she could no longer see him, at which point she looked away.

He sat there, holding his two suitcases, lost in a daze.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

After leaving the station, Anxin retrieved the gift box from the back of her motorcycle. Upon opening it, she discovered... a pair of gloves.

Leather gloves.

There was also a "P" mark on the glove box.

Pierre Cardin.

It probably won't be cheap.

However... it is indeed much warmer than the woolen gloves he is wearing.

Hmm, what was that saying again?

Warm and caring.

That's probably it.

In the biting cold wind, he felt the stark contrast between the chill on his face and the warmth in his hands. While waiting for the traffic light, he inexplicably let out a puff of white breath.

To be honest... it really feels a bit strange.

12 month 21 number.

In this time of year when Christmas is not particularly festive, Anxin was woken up by the constant banging and tapping of her roommates' phones.

He glanced at the busy crew, then groggily got up and headed to the bathroom.

When she returned with water droplets on her face, she quickly dressed, left everyone with a blessing of "Good luck, seniors!", and walked out of the dormitory in her sneakers, running into the cold wind.

This was also the last time that everyone in dormitory 217 gathered together.

At noon, he saw Ji Yuan, who had returned alone. But unlike his usual cheerful self, Ji Yuan's eyes were red and swollen... he had actually cried.

After hearing the noise, he only glanced at An Xin before turning around and continuing to lie on his bunk.

Anxin immediately understood the situation, grabbed a book, and left the dormitory.

That evening, four people returned to the dormitory; the others had disappeared.

Then, on the 22nd, after finishing her classes and returning to her dormitory, she discovered that three beds were missing.

The bedding had disappeared, leaving only the wooden planks.

I asked Liu Wenwu and found out that the other three had already found jobs before taking the postgraduate entrance exam. And the pay was pretty good. Now that the exam was over, no matter how they did, they all had to go to the company as soon as possible.

They left in such a hurry that they didn't even have a farewell meal.

As for the others... when Anxin asked how they did on the exam, everyone's answer was, "I don't know, let's wait for the results to come out."

Then on the 24th, Anxin received a page from Liu Qiangdong, asking her to have dinner at a restaurant near the entrance.

His restaurant was already deserted, and a "for sale" sign had been posted long ago.

Liu Qiangdong didn't ask any questions, but the place he invited to eat this time was far away from that restaurant.

Today's meal is a farewell dinner.

With the postgraduate entrance exam over, these graduating seniors can no longer stay in the dormitories, so they have mostly moved out in the last couple of days.

She was called out right after class and didn't know what was going on in the dormitory.

As soon as he entered the private room, he saw the luggage in the corner and Gong Xiaojing sitting next to him.

This was the first time he had met the other person.

He looked surprised.

The same applies to Gong Xiaojing.

Although she had heard many reassuring things from her boyfriend, as well as his comment that he was "especially handsome".

But when Anxin walked in with her buzz cut, even though I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

He's really handsome.

He's so handsome it's beyond words.

"Don't worry, let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Gong Xiaojing."

Hearing Liu Qiangdong's words, Anxin smiled and called out:
"Hello, Sister Jing, I'm Anxin."

Gong Xiaojing quickly regained her composure and nodded with a smile:

"Hello. I've heard him talk about you a lot. Don't worry, you're even more handsome than he says."

"Uh...haha."

Anxin smiled and sat down, then took the initiative to ask:
"Dong-ge has already packed everything?"

"Ah."

Liu Qiangdong poured him a cup of steaming tea and said:

"The exams are over, so we can't stay any longer. Today is the last day. Anyone else who can come, please come over later, and we'll all have a farewell dinner together."

"Then where do you live?"

"Company dormitory".

"Huh?...You found a job?"

"Ah."

Liu Qiangdong nodded:

"I found a job right after graduation, but I had to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so I didn't go directly to the company. It's a distributor for a Japanese company here, specializing in selling luxury goods. I'll be working there as a warehouse manager."

As he spoke, he added jokingly:

"I can't not work, I'm burdened with so much debt."

"How about you come and trade stocks with me, Dong-ge?"

Upon hearing this, Anxin casually remarked.

For Fan Bingbing, it was "with her senior classmates from Renmin University," but for Liu Qiangdong, it could be "with big shots in the film and television industry."

But before he could finish speaking, Liu Qiangdong waved his hand:
"No, I'm not interested in those things."

"Uh……"

"Don't worry, you trade stocks?"

Gong Xiaojing asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Sister Jing, do you know Wang Shuo?"

"That writer?"

"Yes, I call him brother. A few days ago, he had dinner with some friends, and we started talking about the stock market..."

"Don't worry, you should also try not to touch it."

Before he could finish reassuring him, Liu Qiangdong dissuaded him again:

"Seriously, I think the national economy must rely on the real economy. The stock market is too ethereal, especially this year, which is a bull market. Think about it, if someone has a way to make money, why would they tell you instead of quietly making a fortune themselves? People in this society aren't that kind. When even a layman like you thinks you can make money, then that industry is definitely not far from dying."

"..."

Anxin was speechless again.

However, he had to admit that Liu Qiangdong was right.

It's not that the stock market itself is a scam, but rather it's about looking beyond the surface to see the essence of the matter.

If people have money, why wouldn't others make it quietly?
Why should I tell you?
This is similar to the various stock market listings, book writing, and self-media training courses that are sold on the internet in later generations.

I can just throw together a set of courseware and sell it to you for 880.

He boasted that he could become a god with just one book.

If he's really that good, why doesn't he write for himself and instead targets stay-at-home moms or people who want to get rich quick?

One reason.

After listening to Liu Qiangdong's words, Gong Xiaojing nodded to An Xin:
"Yes, he's right. Don't worry, I think you should really consider the stock market."

After speaking for a moment, she hesitated slightly before continuing:
"Of course, if you really want to do it, we have no right to stop you. We just hope you understand that sometimes people are driven by greed, and one step to heaven is another step to hell. Our country's stock market bull market has lasted for a whole year, and the approval document issued at the beginning of this month stipulates the maximum increase and the maximum decrease, which shows that the country has begun to address the rampant chaos in the stock market. Entering the market now is not the best time."

This was the first time Anxin met her.

Her words, however, were very sincere.

I don't really agree with Anxin's approach, no matter what.

An Xin was actually quite surprised, surprised by Gong Xiaojing's sincerity.

Unfortunately... in order to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible, this reborn person always has to use his pitifully little financial knowledge to accumulate more money.

Besides, it would be better if we could just withdraw earlier, around May of next year.

So he nodded:
"I understand. I'll go back and think about it some more."

"Yes, don't be superstitious about the celebrity effect. Of course, I'm not saying that Professor Wang Shuo is bad. After all, the people he comes into contact with are much higher-level than us. But throughout history, there have been many things that don't come from following the crowd, and very few that succeed. It's precisely in times like these that we need to stay calm."

"..."

This person is quite skilled.

Even if it's the first time we've met, even if we've only exchanged a few words.

But through these words, An Xin instantly sensed that Jing Jie, who had a quiet and delicate appearance, was different from others.

Hmm, speaking of which, why did she break up with Dong Ge?
How did the "Milk Tea Sister" rise to fame?

If only I had known more about my past life...

Just as I was pondering this, the door was pushed open again, and Liu Wenwu walked in:

"Haha, Brother Dong, Sister-in-law, I'm late..."

A girl was following behind him; she was his girlfriend.

Thus, the conversation ended at just the right moment.

Then everyone started talking about other things.

Soon after, as the private room filled up, Liu Qiangdong raised his glass.

This marked the beginning of a farewell banquet.

Anxin held a drink cup and kept them company, watching them go from singing loudly to looking dejected.

Clearly, regardless of their exam results, at least for now, their university life has truly come to an end.

As for the future...

Who can say for sure?

Just then, his pager vibrated twice.

"Don't worry, this is your brother Wang. Call him back."

Brother Wang...Wang Shuo?
Upon seeing this news, An Xin thought for a moment, then borrowed Liu Qiangdong's phone, whose face was flushed from drinking, and went outside.

The call was quickly connected, and the other end answered.
"Hey, Anxin?"

"Brother Wang, you were looking for me?"

"Haha~"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

“At school.”

"Last time you said the house you live in belongs to your uncle, and your uncle also makes Northeastern specialties, right?"

"Correct."

"...Is the product guaranteed authentic?"

"Deer antler?"

"Ah."

"He uses farmed deer, the kind that are free-range, raised in forests. He leases out a whole mountain area and lets them graze..."