Those Years When I Was Forced to Top the Forbes List

Chapter 201 The Clever Dumb Girl
Xuefu Residential Area is not far away, only about ten minutes away.

When Chen Xuebing cautiously opened the door, the atmosphere inside was strange.

There's a laptop on the coffee table in the living room, playing music: Cyndi Wang's "Eyelashes Curved".

A strong aroma of oil wafted from the kitchen, yet there was no sound at all.

"Yang Qingyue?"

Chen Xuebing called out as he walked into the kitchen.

A timid voice came from the quiet kitchen.

"I'm here, I'm here..."

He then noticed a figure hiding behind the frosted glass of the kitchen sliding door.

I was just about to ask if anyone had come over when I noticed a carp on the floor by the half-open sliding door. It was slapping the ground with its tail and bouncing back.

The kitchen floor was covered in oil and water.

He immediately understood what was going on.

The carp is guarding the gate, so she can't get out.

"If you're so afraid of fish, why do you cook fish?"

Chen Xuebing smiled as he picked up the carp from the ground.

"Don't touch it! It's about to die!" Yang Qingyue shouted in panic, holding a shovel and facing off against it.

Chen Xuebing felt something was wrong with the fish in his hand, so he turned it over to take a look.

Oops.

Half of it was fried until golden brown, and the fish scales were hardened, yet it could still move.

Pan-fried buns?

"No...no, I cooked it first, and it...it didn't die, it jumped out. I heated the oil and threw it in, and the pot exploded! It jumped out again!"

Yang Qingyue's face turned deathly pale, as if she had recalled some great horror of the world.

Chen Xuebing recalled the sounds from the phone call earlier, and he could already picture it.

"Tsk tsk... You mistook them for Japanese people? Boiling and frying them, of course the pot will explode! Why didn't you ask someone to butcher them when you bought them?"

"I don't know... It's my first time cooking fish... I brought it home, and I'm too scared to cut it... Ugh..."

Yang Qingyue began to sob loudly.

Chen Xuebing sighed, threw the fish into the sink, and hugged her to comfort her.

He thought to himself, "Damn it."

Xin Mengzhen can't even cook a bowl of noodles, while Yang Qingyue pan-fries live fish.

No matter which one he marries, he won't even be able to enjoy a hot meal cooked by his wife in the future.

On the third day, he went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and prepared soup.

He has a real phobia of eating fish soup prepared this way.

But it's good, because when he came he didn't know how to be intimate with Yang Qingyue, since Xin Mengzhen hadn't said a word about breaking up. Now he's hugged her as soon as he gets back.

I held him and comforted him for a while before letting go.

He noticed Yang Qingyue wearing a pink cartoon apron, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Give me the apron, I'll do it."

Today, when he went to Shenzhen University to see Yang Qingyue, he even changed into a new outfit so as not to get it dirty.

"No! You've been busy all day, and I've already chopped the vegetables. Let me do it," Yang Qingyue insisted.

Chen Xuebing turned his head and saw the irregularly cut lettuce on the cutting board, a plate next to it with a bunch of ingredients, and next to that, an open cookbook.

"How did you know I'd been busy all day?" Chen Xuebing asked, then suddenly realized, "Oh, that traitor Ren Ying."

During the meeting today, Ren Ying specifically asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch and whether he wanted to order food.

He was busy looking at the blueprints at the time and casually said, "I'm not eating, I'll go back and rest later."

Ren Ying then asked him if he wanted to book a hotel.

He said there was no need to order, and Ren Ying was quite happy.

"No, no, it's not Sister Ying!" Yang Qingyue quickly retorted, afraid of causing trouble for Ren Ying.

Seeing her panic, Chen Xuebing chuckled inwardly, but walked out with a serious expression on his face.

"I think she doesn't want to work here anymore, I'll go give her a call!"

"No! Please stop!"

Yang Qingyue couldn't hold Chen Xuebing's hand, so she hurriedly hugged him from behind around the waist. This hug was completely different from the comforting one she had given him earlier; she held him tightly, making it impossible for him to move.

The weather in Shenzhen has been quite nice these past two days, around 20 degrees Celsius. Yang Qingyue is wearing a red T-shirt and a dark denim skirt under her apron.

Chen Xuebing sensed an astonishing ripple behind him and thought to himself that this little girl had developed too well.

He turned around, took Yang Qingyue's wrist and placed it on his waist, looked closely at her delicate face, and smiled, "Give me a kiss and I won't hit you."

Yang Qingyue suddenly realized that he wasn't angry at all, and angrily pushed him away.

"You're just bullying me!"

Chen Xuebing chuckled as he took off her pink Winnie the Pooh apron and put it on himself.

"Yes, yes, I've been busy all day since I arrived in Shenzhen and haven't even had a meal. I came here specifically to tease you. I love teasing you so much. Go watch TV, and I'll tease you again after I finish cooking."

Yang Qingyue blushed slightly upon hearing this, and a happy smile gradually spread across her face. Watching him cook while wearing that apron, she felt even more pleased.

"Hehe~ You look so cute in this."

"Recipe, don't you need to look at the recipe?"

Wow, you're so good at chopping vegetables!

Yang Qingyue originally thought everyone was a newbie, but she didn't expect Chen Xuebing to start wielding the knife so skillfully.
Chen Xuebing turned his head to the side, but the knife in his hand, which was slicing cucumber into thin strips, did not stop.

A king disdains.

"Go play on the computer, don't bother me while I'm working."

The harshest tone, spoken with the softest words.

"Oh"

Yang Qingyue obediently went to the living room.

Stir-fried bok choy, cucumber salad, boiled prawns, and Mapo tofu.

And that unfortunate carp was used to make soup.

To prepare these dishes, Chen Xuebing went downstairs to replenish the seasonings and half a bag of rice.

Yang Qingyue bought a lot of vegetables and meat and put them in the refrigerator, as if she was going to live here, but she didn't know anything about cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar.

Fortunately, the landlord used to live in the house, so the kitchen utensils are still quite complete.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Yang Qingyue started praising the stir-fried dishes as soon as she smelled the aroma.

The food smelled really good.

Especially for female college students who have just left home, no matter how good the food in the cafeteria is, it can't compare to the warm aroma of home cooking.

The same applies to Chen Xuebing.

"eat more."

Chen Xuebing peeled a prawn for Yang Qingyue and looked up to feed it to her when he found a shrimp meat already being offered to him.

"you eat."

The two smiled at each other and fed each other shrimp.

Yang Qingyue ate heartily, and as she ate, she suddenly looked up, her watery eyes filled with longing for the future.

"I'll make it for you once I learn how."

"Just hire a housekeeper, why go through all this trouble?"

"Hmm~ I need to learn how to do it myself."

The topic was actually something that would only happen in a relationship heading towards marriage. Yang Qingyue was just reacting instinctively. When she realized something was wrong, she blushed slightly, lowered her head, and changed the subject.

"You're always running around outside, won't the school fail you?"

"The school?" Chen Xuebing chuckled. "Our dean asked me to donate 100,000 yuan for research funding as soon as the semester started. The dean also called me this morning, asking me to take some time next semester to attend the school's promotion ceremony and 55th anniversary celebration. I'm already a member of the alumni association."

He certainly wouldn't neglect his connections at the school. After Dean Zhou reminded him about the next semester, before going to Shenzhen, he even made a special call to District Chief Hong to invite him to attend the school's anniversary ceremony on behalf of the alumni association.

Jiaotong University is now under the jurisdiction of the city, so having a district head from the main urban area attend is certainly a prestigious thing. Inviting District Head Hong to the event is a way of living up to the alumni association status the school gave him.

However, when District Chief Hong learned that he was still a student at Jiaotong University, he was shocked for quite a while.

In the past, Chen Xuebing wouldn't have revealed his student status, but now that he had no vested interests with Chongqing, that identity didn't matter to him anymore. District Chief Hong finally agreed, but with a condition: it would depend on whether he was in Chongqing at the time.

Chen Xuebing's thoughts shifted, and he suddenly remembered that Dean Zhou seemed to have said something like "the school is on holiday" this morning.

I rely on.

I promised to take Cheng Danting to Pengshui for a visit.

They were quite happy at the time.

As a result, when I went to Pengshui last time, I was so busy flirting with Yang Qingyue that I forgot about this.

They're all on holiday now.

How embarrassing! I stood someone up for the school sports meet, and now I'm standing them up again.

But isn't Cheng Danting from Anhui?

Yes, Lu'an borders Hefei.

Isn't this a coincidence?

"What's wrong?" Yang Qingyue asked curiously when she saw Chen Xuebing's absent-mindedness followed by a cheerful laugh.

"Oh, it's nothing. Our school is on holiday. What about you guys?"

"We have a day off tomorrow, but it's already considered a holiday, there are no classes tomorrow."

Chen Xuebing turned his head: "Aren't you going back?"

Yang Qingyue pursed her lips: "I just went back to Chongqing. I'm not going back. I want to stay here for a few days and then go to Hong Kong to celebrate the Chinese New Year with my parents. My visa is a G visa (tourist visa) that my dad got before he went to Hong Kong. It hasn't expired yet. It's too much trouble to apply for a T visa (family visit visa) now. If I go too early, I'll have to come back before the New Year."

"Oh," Chen Xuebing nodded in realization.

A Hong Kong tourist visa is valid twice a year, with each visa valid for seven days. This year, Lunar New Year's Eve is January 28th, which is about ten days away. Yang Qingyue will be spending the Lunar New Year there, so she will have to go there in a few days.

"Then stay here. I'm not leaving for a few days anyway, so you can stay here with me."

Chen Xuebing laughed.

What good luck.

I originally thought that running back and forth between Shenzhen and Anhui during the Spring Festival would prevent me from returning to Chongqing, and I would inevitably feel lonely. It seems that I have no shortage of beautiful women to keep me company.

Before I knew it, my laughter had become a little lewd.

Yang Qingyue became a little nervous: "Okay, then I'll sleep in that small room. I've already bought the mattress."

"Oh?" Chen Xuebing got up and went to the second bedroom to take a look.

Originally, I wanted to visit the boudoir that Yang Qingyue had decorated for me, but I saw a very wide mattress that was clearly not the same as the small bed in the second bedroom, and it was several tens of centimeters longer.

He immediately understood what was going on.

The last time Yang Qingyue came to return his keys, she probably bought a new mattress and wanted to take the master bedroom mattress with her as a keepsake.

"This mattress was originally yours, and I almost threw away that one."

Yang Qingyue suddenly spoke from behind.

Chen Xuebing's mouth twitched slightly: "...Lost it?"

"Yeah, it's such a big sheet, where else am I supposed to put it if I don't lose it? But I don't want to leave it for someone else either."

As Yang Qingyue spoke, the outer corners of her large eyes drooped slightly, making her look somewhat sad, like a wronged baby.

"I won't let you suffer anymore."

Chen Xuebing couldn't resist embracing her and kissing her red lips.

Yang Qingyue did not resist at first, but just as Chen Xuebing became more engrossed, she slightly parted her teeth.

Chen Xuebing felt a pain in his lip.

Yang Qingyue pushed him away, her face serious, and said, "Actually, I called Mengzhen and asked her. Her grandfather's condition is really bad. If you..."

Chen Xuebing's expression gradually became serious.

"Can you please stop saying these things? I don't want to hear them from you."

Seeing that Chen Xuebing was angry, Yang Qingyue pursed her lips and stopped talking.

As Chen Xuebing gradually became busier, he grew to like Yang Qingyue's obedience even more. Moreover, Yang Qingyue's obedience was not due to her lack of worldly experience, but rather because she had seen too much of the world.

However, one cannot always be domineering.

He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"This little cow pendant is out of power and won't light up when I answer the phone. Could you please replace the battery for me? It will light up when I answer the phone so that people will know I have a girlfriend. Although it lights up in various colors and it's a little embarrassing if my business partners see it, I'm still willing to wear it."

He said this half-heartedly, and Yang Qingyue probably wouldn't replace the battery if she heard that "it would be embarrassing for his business partners if it lit up."

It doesn't matter if we change, Xin Mengzhen has already seen it before.

Even Cheng Danting has met him.

He really wants to have more girlfriends; one phone can't limit him at all. If all else fails, he can always get a new phone.

But Yang Qingyue was easily swayed by this. A small wooden ox pendant was a reassuring symbol for her, and her big, watery eyes already lit up with a smile when she took the phone.

"I think it looks great. I'll buy you a non-sunlight one when you get your new phone, okay? By the way, your company has made so many new phones with so many features, why don't you get a new one?"

"Multiple functions?" Chen Xuebing shook his head and smiled.

Those cool feature phones on the market now are just newer, outdated products to him.

"No need. I'll get a new computer after we develop our first-generation phone. Can your computer access the internet? I'll check the stocks for a bit."

"Yeah, I've installed a wired internet connection!"

Yang Qingyue was very happy.

After returning, she specifically went to get broadband internet installed in the house.

She knew that only a place with internet access could keep him there.

A coffee table, a cup of hot water, and a computer.

Yang Qingyue leaned against the side watching TV.

A special episode of "Happy Camp": Shining New Host.

The winner of the competition will join the Happy Family.

Wu Xin was quite pretty at that time.

Yang Qingyue chuckled from time to time while watching.

Everything felt like home, yet there were no constraints of home; his mother wouldn't nag him from time to time.

She also has a pair of long, fair, and slender legs that sway back and forth, making her even more eye-catching than Wu Xin on TV.

If these long legs allow Chen Xuebing to run wild, he'll love this place even more.

However, the booming market deserves more attention.

After the Shanghai Composite Index reached 1200 points, it continued to move towards 1250, but the momentum seemed somewhat slow.

A period of divergence has arrived in the market. Some investors have begun to doubt that the stock market can rise further and have started what they consider to be "selling at the top."

With the electric fan market in a downturn, it's time to engage in short-term day trading to profit from price swings.

With funds approaching 2.4 million, even if investing in 20 stocks simultaneously, the average position would be 1200 million, which is actually quite risky.

Compared to the 70 trillion yuan stock market and several hundred billion yuan daily trading volume of today, which is 20 times larger than today, the difficulty of getting 12 million yuan into or out of a stock today is equivalent to 200 to 300 million yuan in today.

Small-capacity trading platforms simply cannot facilitate rapid entry and exit; rapid liquidation would result in a market crash, let alone intraday trading.

To ensure that foresight remains effective, one must avoid significantly impacting existing market trends and instead diversify funds, investing in a wider range of targets.

He recalled the online novels he had read, and how someone made hundreds of millions of dollars in 98 by repeatedly trading the same stock, and he really didn't know how they did it.

This is truly a case of idiots fooling idiots.

With a current market size of only 2.4 million, a basket of 50 stocks is no longer sufficient.

Chen Xuebing searched for more familiar stocks in the vast stock market.

Yang Qingyue, who is standing next to her, is also a stock investor.

She started learning about stock trading when she entered the finance department of university. The school also provided them with simulation trading software. The students were very curious about the capital market, and there were always people in the dormitory who talked enthusiastically about the daily market.

She was also curious.

She knew that with Chen Xuebing's extensive stock trading skills, he could satisfy her curiosity by simply talking to her about anything.

But she also knew that Xin Mengzhen had gotten to where she was now because of work.

Chen Xuebing seemed very angry about this just now, so he definitely doesn't want to talk to me about work now.

Then she won't be curious.

They might never even be curious.

(End of this chapter)