Those Years When I Was Forced to Top the Forbes List

Chapter 123 Can I be elected class monitor?
An Audi A6, with a driver.

Upstairs and downstairs, in the corridors, people came and went. There were quite a few people who saw the car downstairs and heard Liu Kang's shouting.

The news that a big shot had arrived at 306 spread like wildfire.

However, Mr. Chen did not act like a lord in the dormitory.

After bragging for a while, I called my four roommates to clean up all the E. coli culture media left behind by the senior students in the dorm, including socks on the balcony, underwear under the bed, dried cockroaches that had been stepped on, and yellow iced tea.

I even went to the dorm manager to do a single-task task: [Where is the internet cable?].

The school's management environment is relatively relaxed. There are no special requirements that first-year students cannot access the internet. Broadband interfaces are available, and the campus network can be activated by paying the dormitory manager.

However, the dormitory manager rattled off a long list of network management regulations, which can be summarized as: the internet speed is very slow, and there are internet access restrictions.

Fortunately, Chen Xuebing remembered that when he entered the school, there was someone holding a sign that offered to help with broadband service. He went there and booked a 4M broadband service with on-site delivery.

When I returned, someone from the third floor had already come to my door to inform me that a meeting was being organized for each dormitory to discuss the rotating cleaning duties for the common areas.

This building is quite old. The toilets, hot water rooms, corridors, and washrooms are all public. The third floor used to be mostly occupied by senior students. When they left, they not only didn't clean it, but also left behind a lot of junk and garbage. If the public sanitation isn't properly maintained, it's impossible to live here.

In a new environment, some people always want to stand out and establish a "management position." The students in 306 were not to be outdone. They all wanted to make Mr. Chen, this domineering figure, the dormitory head, to compete for the position of the person in charge on the third floor and to fight for the interests of 306.

Chen Xuebing wanted to make a splash at the school and gain some influence, but he didn't want to get involved in this kind of neighborhood committee mess. So he suggested that Li Hongchang be the temporary dormitory head, attend the meeting with the teacher's Xiangtan accent, and have the others stand up to listen to the instructions.

The people in this dorm all seemed to have a knack for having fun, and they all laughed when they heard the suggestion. Li Hongchang himself was among them, and the suggestion was unanimously approved.

Li Hongchang had a strong desire to perform, so he deliberately parted his hair in the middle and went off with his hands behind his back.

A short while later, he returned with a long face.

"They told us and 307 to clean the toilets first! They said we were closest to the toilets!"

"Why?! Aren't there dorm rooms over there by the toilets?" the three northerners said indignantly.

"Those three dorms are for third-year students. Go check them out, they've all run away, there are hardly any left!"

"Damn it, you old scoundrel!" Sang Liwei cursed.

Xiu Jie and Xiong Hai also looked grim.

They've used the toilet; it's a dry toilet, the kind that decomposes naturally. It wasn't cleaned at the end of last semester, and now... they don't even know if flushing with water still works.

Everyone was looking at Chen Xuebing.

Chen Xuebing got up and went to the toilet to take a look.

After returning, looking at the four people in the dormitory, he hesitated and said:

"I should say I have something to do this afternoon and can't clean..."

All four shook their heads in unison: "We'll wait for you to come back no matter what!"

Chen Xuebing sighed and walked towards room 302, where the meeting was being held.

A moment later, cheers erupted from 302, and some people clapped their hands.

Hearing the noise, 306 rushed over. As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Xuebing sitting on the edge of the bed, surrounded by a group of people who were extremely excited.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Chen, has the deal been finalized?"

Chen Xuebing smiled and turned his head: "I'll go buy a booster pipe later and connect it from the washroom to the toilet. We'll clean the toilet together later. Tonight, I'll treat everyone to a late-night snack so that the students from the first and second classes of the tourism management department can get to know each other."

There are a total of 20 dorm rooms on the third floor. Coming up the stairs, the rooms are divided into two ends: rooms 301 to 310 on the left and rooms 311 to 320 on the right.

Rooms 301 to 307 are for the first and second classes of the Tourism Management Department. Rooms 311 to 320 near the stairwell are for the third and fourth classes and students from other departments. Chen Xuebing didn't plan to invite them because there were too many people, and the restaurant couldn't accommodate everyone.

"Fuck!"

Now we know why everyone is so excited.

This looks like they're organizing a social event!
They were just talking about whether there were any pretty girls in their class or department, and whether they would be easy to chat up. Now that someone has organized a late-night snack, they can sit together and start chatting, right?
That hits the core needs right here!

When someone invites someone to dinner, they'll only invite one whole dorm room at most.

There are only about thirty people in one class, and nearly seventy people in two classes. He just offered to treat all seventy people to a late-night snack.

The boss is the boss!

"Master Chen is so domineering!"

Xiong Hai shouted, and the other dormitories followed suit.

"Master Chen is so domineering!!"

Chen Xuebing patted his legs and stood up.

“I’ll pay for it, but you’ll have to talk to the advisors of both classes later. Also, if you’re going to drink alcohol, each class needs to have someone responsible for everyone’s safety.”

As soon as these words came out.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you take charge of our class? We support you as class monitor!"

"Yup!"

Most people had no objection to Chen Xuebing, a wealthy man who was willing to spend money to organize gatherings, being the class monitor. Of course, there were two people who had some reservations, but they remained silent.

Chen Xuebing immediately shook his head: "No, I won't be the class monitor. You guys are so good at organizing, you can send your own representatives to communicate with the counselor. I'll be responsible for buying water pipes and then going out to find you a place where you can share a table. I won't participate in cleaning the floor!"

Chen Xuebing extricated himself from the situation with a single sentence.

Everyone was relieved.

"No, no, it's fine!"

"Liu Ming, if you keep imitating Fan Wei, you'll become a real stutterer sooner or later!"

"I can do that too! Robbery... robbery! IC cards, IP cards, IQ cards, tell me all the passwords!"

"Hahaha…"

Every dormitory has its own comedian.

……

Chen Xuebing bought a long water pipe and connector at the school gate, then left the school for the company.

I was busy all afternoon.

It's Monday, and New York 45 is adjusting its buying strategy.

Chen Xuebing has recently learned a lot from the two masters, Xu Jin and Liu Zengcheng.

Previously, he used a "basket of stocks" approach, a personalized short-term stock trading model. Both of them acknowledged that he was very good at stock selection, but there were also periods of strength and weakness among the 40 stocks on his watchlist. He couldn't operate like a brick-and-mortar trader, simply choosing to buy based on low prices.

Among these forty selected stocks, some individual stocks are involved in several sectors, with varying weightings. Xu Jin and his trained trading apprentices categorized each stock into its respective sector and weighting, and entered positions in stages based on the sector's strength and cycle, changing the strategy according to recent major policies and industry news.

Another group of traders followed Liu Zengcheng, aiming to profit from intraday trading.

While working, we are also cultivating talent in different directions.

Their combined work is what constitutes the alpha (α) returns of the New York 45 office—returns that beat the market average, which are based on the ability to judge and execute individual stocks.

In addition, at their strong request, Chen Xuebing was also assigned a task: to adjust their stock picks once a month, giving them more options, and to grasp the overall market trend and decide on "heavy" or "light" positions.

What Chen Xuebing did was to capitalize on the gains brought by the overall market rise, which can be considered beta (β) returns.

There's a saying in the international fund industry: Alpha is expensive, Beta is cheap.

When choosing funds, investors also place greater emphasis on alpha returns.

However, Xu Jin and Liu Zengcheng, after arriving here in early August and following President Chen's instructions to increase or decrease their positions, gradually realized how precise President Chen's control over beta was.

I stayed when the market was up, and I left when the market was down.

Moreover, most of the stocks he picks perform very steadily, and they often experience a surge. They are also large-cap stocks, making them safe to enter and exit.

Can this still be called beta?

Isn't this your daddy?
Following Mr. Chen's judgment on the overall market trend when trading stocks feels like having wings on a tiger.

—To be precise, Mr. Chen is the tiger, and they are the wings.

After the Baosteel warrants were issued, Hong Yongqiang invested 800 million yuan, Yu Chunyin 400 million yuan, and Chen Xuebing 1700 million yuan. They also received 100 million yuan in dividends, totaling 3000 million yuan, which has now become 3190 million yuan.

The recent average returns have truly achieved what Chen Xuebing described as "one percentage point per day".

The two began to find the thrill of compound interest and became somewhat fascinated by this feeling of invincibility.

In addition, Hong Yongqiang has been coming very frequently lately, each time bringing different friends to watch their operations and returns, exclaiming in amazement before leaving.

Hong Yongqiang said that at least 50 million yuan has been offered for funding, and the first private equity fund should be launched soon.

Chen Xuebing, however, wanted to wait a little longer.

Not enough, 100 million isn't enough, he wants to go bigger.

In addition, the temporary factory in Shenzhen has also been put into use. Currently, equipment is being debugged and personnel are being trained. Qi Guangming calls Chen Xuebing every day to report on the situation.

Chen Xuebing gave the factory many instructions, constantly emphasizing the recruitment and training of technical personnel, but rarely asked about sales.

At the beginning of the month, Lu Yiwen called Chen Xuebing, saying that he had accumulated more than 50 yuan in surplus in his Alipay account and that Huo Xiaowen had more than 62 yuan in profit in his hands. He asked if Chen Xuebing wanted to withdraw it.

Chen Xuebing told Lu Yiwen to keep it for now.

Of the remaining 2107 million yuan in warrants, he withdrew 407 million yuan, bought a car, and gave Liang Hui 300 million yuan to arrange for the newly started third-phase construction site.

I have over 300,000 yuan left, which is more than enough for me.

In addition, after the settlement of the Furong Village construction site is completed, there will be about one million yuan of investment and surplus to be returned. After the Gonghe Village road is completed, he will also receive one million yuan after clearing the accounts.

He has invested 5 million in engineering projects, and 20 million in New York and Shenzhen.

In this era, with that kind of capital and profitability, you could easily register a conglomerate.

The problem is that there isn't enough talent, and the operations are too concentrated, making it too much like a small workshop.

Once the private equity fund is on the right track, he should gather all the money and people in his hands, recruit a management team, and start operating in a standardized manner.

One month.

Chen Xuebing set limits for himself.

……

It's 8:30 PM.

At the entrance of the barbecue restaurant where my drunken accomplices were.

Chen Xuebing raised his hand and beckoned.

"here!"

Someone in the approaching crowd shouted.

"Mr. Chen! Our class advisor has arrived too!"

"Chen Xuebing?"

A woman in her early twenties, dressed noticeably more maturely, approached and spoke. Her makeup was quite exquisite, and her long dress was fitted and appropriate; she was undeniably a beauty.

Chen Xuebing was surprised to find that the class advisor was a woman. She smiled warmly and went over to shake hands with him.

"Counselor, what's your surname?"

"My name is Xu An."

"Hello, Sister An! Please have a seat!"

University counselors are different from high school homeroom teachers. In addition to managing the class, they usually have other jobs to do. In terms of class management, they are mostly in a service role rather than a teaching role. A lot of the work still requires the cooperation of the students.

Such large gatherings are rare. Some classes never get together like this from enrollment to graduation. It's difficult when you're a freshman and still confused. It's even more difficult when you have your own small circles in your sophomore and junior years. By senior year, even the advisor might not be able to see whoever they want.

Since everyone insisted, Xu An couldn't refuse. He discussed it with the class advisor and asked her to keep an eye on things to prevent any problems from happening on the first day of school.

After all, we have military training tomorrow.

She shook hands with Chen Xuebing and noticed that the boy exuded confidence.

Chen Xuebing's most handsome feature isn't his face, but his eyes.

A man with a career and a deep understanding of life possesses a gait honed by time and a demeanor that is not something a young man under twenty should have.

It is precisely this demeanor that has made none of Chen Xuebing's subordinates feel that he is young; from the moment they meet him, they sense his composure.

Some men only get it in their thirties or forties, while others never get it in their entire lives.

Women with some life experience understand and appreciate this feeling better.

Chen Xuebing's mere gesture of shaking hands and letting go was enough to captivate her.

"What do they call you, Master Chen?" Xu Anrao asked with interest and a smile.

"It doesn't matter, it sounds better than 'young master' anyway. Sister An, you can sit in the middle."

Chen Xuebing raised his hand and gestured, pointing to a large horizontal table made up of about ten tables inside.

Xu An then realized that there was no one in the shop. Just then, a customer came in to order barbecue, and the owner replied, "We don't serve dine-in today."

He booked the entire venue.

Xu An realized this, looked at the large store, and was certain that this was a capable classmate. Feeling somewhat at ease, he went inside and sat down.

The other men and women, with a hint of shyness that seemed to come from nowhere, walked in, while the roommates who were already somewhat familiar with each other chattered amongst themselves.

Having heard that university is a free place for love, some people were filled with fantasies at their first gathering.

Of course, much of it stems from curiosity stemming from lingering high school student mentality.

The counselor actually agreed to this scenario where one person was treating everyone!

With so many people dining together, shouldn't everyone treat each other equally and love each other, and split the bill?

When everyone entered the store, they were all looking at Chen Xuebing.

Chen Xuebing invited the students to sit down. After the group entered the store, he roughly counted the number of people, which was more than fifty, and then sat down opposite Instructor Xu.

"Sister An, it seems there are still more than a dozen people who haven't arrived yet. Shall we wait a bit longer or should we order some food first?"

Immediately, someone raised their hand.

"Two girls in our dorm aren't feeling well! They're not coming!"

"One of my roommates went out to eat with his parents!"

There were also those who complained about minor matters.

"One of our roommates isn't coming either! He's off playing games and participating in a guild war!"

"Haha, Liu Yang from room 301 went to an internet cafe too!"

Seeing this, Xu An said, "It's about right for two classes to have this many people. Let's eat and wait. We need to be back in the dorm before 10:30."

Chen Xuebing nodded: "Boss, bring the food!"

"Here they come! There are a few fish that aren't spicy, where should we put them?"

"Distribute them evenly."

It's called barbecue, but it's served like a restaurant. This place is big, with three servers. The grilled fish and meat skewers that have been prepared are neatly arranged on the table. There are spicy and non-spicy options. It feels like everything has been arranged for you.

The students were a little embarrassed to pick up their chopsticks, afraid of ruining the delicate atmosphere.

The atmosphere only truly warmed up when Chen Xuebing shouted, "Bring a few cases of beer!"

"Don't be so tense, who wants to raise a glass first?"

At Chen Xuebing's shout, one of them immediately stood up.

"Come on, let's go first, we Shandong folks, let's toast our advisor!"

Three members of the Shandong team stood up and took the lead.

The four men, holding their cups, exchanged glances, each seeing disdain in the other's eyes. Then they all lowered their heads, switched to other bottles, and began to gulp down their drinks.

The little potatoes in the south were all stunned.

After a while, the three men slammed the bottle on the table and revealed proud smiles.

The applause was deafening.

"it is good!!"

"Do you think we, from the three northeastern provinces, would back down?"

"cannot!"

...

Wherever there are Shandong people, there is never enough to eat.

There were no toasts; they immediately launched into a regional war, and the competitive spirit was palpable.

They didn't even eat any dishes before starting to drink.

Of course, some were cunning, holding the plastic cup in their hands while intently watching the girl on the table.

Once the atmosphere is right, if you put a plastic cup on the table, someone will pour you some. Hold it tightly in your hand, and you won't be able to pour much from one cup. You can drink several cups in one night.

Chen Xuebing couldn't do anything about it; he was the one hosting, and there were too many people coming to offer toasts.

"Come on, Mr. Chen, let me toast you!"

Chen Xuebing had just finished a drink.

"Chen Xuebing, how old are you?"

"nineteen."

"Then you're my brother! Soldier, let's have a drink. My name is Wang Shuhu! I'm from Tangshan, Hebei!"

After a few drinks, the "Tiger Mom" ​​of Chongqing finally had someone to step up and fight.

A slightly chubby girl stood up, holding a cup, and called out.

"Brothers from Chongqing, stand up! Let's have a drink!"

Chen Xuebing stood up helplessly, raised his glass, and made a casual remark: "Chongqing is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and the people are straightforward. It has a strong culture of 'Pao Ge' (袍哥). 'Pao' means 'to share the same robe,' indicating that we are brothers of the same robe color. Another interpretation is that 'Pao' is a homophone for 'bao' (胞), meaning brothers like siblings. We are classmates, so we won't use the usual social terms, but since we've all come here to study at the same school, in the same college, and in the same department, we are like brothers and sisters. On behalf of my hometown, I welcome you all, and I hope you will all come to love this place during your four years of university!"

His forthright speech immediately drew applause from the audience.

"it is good!!"

"Soldier, this is a toast to you!"

At that moment, Chen Xuebing seemed to be radiating light. After everyone had finished their drink, people came one after another to offer toasts to him individually.

The local representatives can't afford to lose to Fan.

In about ten minutes, he drank no less than three bottles.

Fortunately, he had been practicing his drinking capacity since junior high school. His friends in society would run bars and drink for more than ten hours at a time, and there were times when each of them had three or four cases of alcohol under their feet by dawn.

This era was the peak of his drinking capacity.

However, this was a hastily prepared drink, and he couldn't drink any more, so he took the cup to the door for some fresh air.

Someone still chased after them.

"Chen Xuebing, shall I toast you?"

Chen Xuebing turned around and saw that it was a girl.

He had noticed this girl a long time ago; she was a very eye-catching presence on the table.

There were over fifty people who came, and the proportion of female students from the Tourism Management Department was not low, but there weren't many beautiful women.

It's not that she's unattractive or has a bad figure.

It's just that clothes make the man, and these days college freshmen dress too simply.

Most of them were wearing jeans and T-shirts, and not even the slim-fit style. Some were dressed up and had makeup on, but their style was hard to describe. They were too influenced by non-mainstream culture, which immediately reminded him of the era of photo booth pictures.

But this girl was quite different. She had delicate features, wore light makeup, a white sun-protective shirt, a black long skirt underneath, white sneakers, and shoulder-length hair.

Slimming, simple, with a kind of listless frailness, as if she would hug her arms and feel the chill if the wind blew.

It will make men feel protective.

But at this moment, her eyes were fixed straight ahead, and she didn't flinch when meeting Chen Xuebing; in fact, she seemed to be taking the initiative.

Just as Chen Xuebing was about to wave his hand, not wanting to drink, the girl raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. However, her alcohol tolerance was only average. Even after putting down the glass, she still had the last sip of alcohol in her mouth and slowly swallowed it.

After swallowing, she raised her cup at him, her delicate eyebrows also lifting slightly as she stared at his cup.

"Cheng Danting, we're in the same class."

Chen Xuebing's thoughts flashed by.

"You seem quite confident, as if you don't think you'll be rejected."

This is just a judgment, not a matter of like or dislike, but he won't make things difficult for himself for the sake of others.

He raised his glass but only drank half of it, as if he were reluctant.

"Sorry, I really can't drink anymore. It wouldn't look good if I spat it out."

Cheng Danting smiled with dimples: "It's okay, you owe me half a cup."

"Okay." Chen Xuebing chuckled, and seeing that she didn't seem to be leaving, asked, "What brings you here?"

"Um...Are you going to elect class officers? Could you elect me as class monitor?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(Sorry everyone, I've been too busy during the day lately and haven't been able to concentrate, so I've been writing late at night. Update times are not very regular, but the volume of updates will be greater.)
(This is yesterday's chapter.)
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