Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"Don't bother buying tickets. Wouldn't it be better to save that money and buy some ribs?"

Yu Le poured cold water on Liu Xiaoli, who was still debating whether to take the slow train overnight to come over.

"We're almost done filming here, and we'll be heading back in a couple of days."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Le threw the Nokia phone, which looked like a brick, onto the bed.

It's finally coming to an end.

Two days later, strong winds were still blowing in Tianjin.

The wrap party for the film crew hasn't even been held yet, but Liu Qianqian's scenes have already finished filming.

As the second female lead, her treatment naturally couldn't compare to that of the big shots who brought their own funding to the project, so she left quietly.

Except for one person.

At the entrance of the guesthouse, Shu Chang was clutching the pink suitcase tightly, crying her heart out, as if she were about to be dragged to a well at any moment.

Shu Chang's role is naturally less than Liu Qianqian's, but he has two key scenes scheduled for later in the filming schedule that haven't been filmed yet, so he still has to stay on set.

"Sissi! You can't leave!"

"How will I live without you!"

"Without Uncle Yu's cooking, I'll starve to death! I'll wither away!"

If this girl had even half the explosive power she has when acting, she would have won Best Actress long ago.

The car door slammed shut, shutting out Shu Chang's wailing, which sounded like her husband had died.

The world is finally peaceful.

Liu Qianqian pressed her face against the car window, watching the figure grow smaller and smaller in the cold wind.

She was initially quite sad, but when she turned her head and saw Yu Le taking out earplugs from his pocket and putting them in his ears, his "finally free" demeanor instantly made her hold back her tears.

"Can't you just pretend to be sad for a moment?" Liu Qianqian took off the hood of her down jacket, revealing a head of messy, frizzy hair. "Shu Chang cried so hard."

"Was she crying for me? She was crying for braised pork." Yu Le reclined her chair and found a comfortable position to slouch.

"Stop being so self-satisfied. Go back and catch up on your homework. Your mom has been saving up a month's worth of nagging for you."

Mentioning Liu Xiaoli instantly deflated Liu Qianqian, like a punctured balloon.

It was already late at night when I got back to Beijing.

The taxi came to a stop downstairs in the residential area with a crisp "click" as it turned off.

Yu Le paid the fare, opened the car door, and stretched out a long, creaking yawn.

Liu Qianqian in the back seat was sleeping like a log, drool dripping onto the hood of her sweatshirt.

"Wake up."

Without any hesitation, Yu Le reached out and pinched that face full of collagen, pulling it to both sides.

"We're home. If you don't get up soon, I'll leave you here as a stray cat."

Liu Qianqian let out a muffled groan and struggled to open her eyelids a crack.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.

"arrive?"

"Not yet, I sold you to some remote mountain village to be Sha Zhu's wife."

Yu Le lifted the heavy pink suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it to the ground.

Liu Qianqian finally came to her senses a bit more. She rubbed her face as she got out of the car. Looking at the familiar old residential building, she had a strange feeling of being in another world.

It's only been a little over a month since I left, but it feels like an eternity.

The two had just dragged their suitcases up to the third floor when the security door suddenly opened with a "whoosh".

Liu Xiaoli was wearing pajamas, her hair casually tied up, and holding a spatula in her hand—it was the middle of the night, and no one knew what she was shoveling at.

"Sissi!"

This call was filled with the old mother's worries, longing, and impending nagging over the past thirty days.

Liu Xiaoli completely ignored Yu Le who was walking ahead, and rushed over like a gust of wind, grabbing the still dazed Liu Qianqian in a hug.

"You've lost weight! How come you've lost so much weight! Is the crew not feeding you? I knew that Li Dawei was unreliable!"

Yu Le stood to the side and rolled her eyes.

This girl's face has gotten rounder, she's almost got a double chin, and she's even lost weight?

This is probably what they mean by "there's a kind of thinness that only your mom thinks you're thin."

"Mom... I haven't lost weight, I've actually gained five pounds..."

Liu Qianqian was being choked so tightly she could hardly breathe, and she weakly protested.

"Nonsense! Look how pale her little face is." Liu Xiaoli cupped her daughter's face, tears streaming down her face with heartache. When she turned to look at Yu Le, her gentleness instantly turned into scrutiny. "Xiao Yu, how have you been taking care of her?"

Yu Le pushed her suitcase into the entryway, changed into slippers, and threw herself onto the sofa.

"Teacher Liu, let's be reasonable. She's sleepy, not hungry."

"Alright, alright, it's good that you're back."

Liu Xiaoli knew she was just being overly concerned, so she quickly ushered the two of them inside, saying, "There's chicken soup simmering in the pot, have some to warm yourselves up."

Yu Le waved his hand.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm sleepy. I have important things to do tomorrow."

"What's the big deal?" Liu Xiaoli was taken aback.

"Save the world."

The mother and daughter stared speechlessly at the immature young man.

Yu Le left those words behind, got up, and went back to his small bedroom.

Once the door is closed, the world is quiet.

Yu Le slept soundly for a long time.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

The living room was quiet.

Liu Xiaoli went to school, while Liu Qianqian is probably still catching up on sleep.

After washing up, Yu Le stood in front of the mirror, looked at the unshaven man in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of decadence mixed with a touch of unruliness, poverty exuding an air of "I'm rich," is very suitable for today's actions.

He pulled out the magnetic card that he had kept close to his body for the past month from the drawer.

Galaxy Securities.

A month ago, there was 100,000 RMB in here.

Now is the time to witness a miracle.

Yu Le tucked the card into his pocket, sipped a Hongtashan cigarette, and sauntered out the door.

The Galaxy Securities branch outside Chaoyangmen is still in the same messy state.

It is November 2002.

The A-share market is still struggling in a long bear market. There are fewer investors in the trading hall than a month ago. They all look pale and look at the market as if they are looking at their father's killer.

Yu Le skillfully squeezed into the retail investor hall.

As soon as I entered, I heard a familiar sigh.

"Ugh... it fell again. I can't live like this anymore."

Old Xu.

The old man who was drinking tea from a teacup just a month ago is now holding that chipped enamel mug, sighing deeply as he looks at the green candlestick chart on the screen.

His polo shirt looked older, and his hairline seemed higher.

Yu Le walked over and plopped down in the empty seat next to him.

"Hey, Grandpa Xu, still holding your ground?"

Old Xu was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost spilled the water in his teacup. He turned his head, pushed up his reading glasses, and squinted at the teacup for a long time.

"Is it you?"

Old Xu recognized him.

Isn't this the spendthrift son who wore slippers and spent 100,000 yuan to buy junk stock NetEase?

The worry on Lao Xu's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a sense of relief that "although I am miserable, there are people who are even more miserable than me."

"Young man, you're back? How was it? I told you NetEase wouldn't amount to anything, right? Did they lose all their money?"

Old Xu put down his teacup, speaking with the air of someone who'd been there all along, "That's what you call not listening to the elders, and now you're paying the price. Ten thousand yuan! You could have bought something better with that money! Why throw it away?"

Several elderly men and women gathered around, their faces showing sympathy.

In a bear market, seeing others lose money is the only psychological comfort.

"Young man, don't be discouraged. Consider it tuition."

"From now on, I'll just focus on my job and stop thinking about getting rich overnight."

Yu Le ignored the sarcastic remarks of these seasoned investors.

He took out a magnetic card from his pocket and swiped it in the card reader next to the keyboard.

"drop."

enter password.

Log in to the US stock trading system.

Old Xu craned his neck, wanting to see just how much money this spendthrift had left.

"What are you still looking at? He's probably lost everything, even his underwear. His stock is about to be delisted..."

Before Lao Xu could finish speaking, it was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his neck, bringing him to an abrupt halt.