Becoming the King of Bottom Fishing After Going All-In on A-Shares

The dormitory was quiet for a moment.

Then the other two roommates burst out laughing at the same time.

"Xiao Zhou, are you crazy?!" one of her roommates threw a pillow at her.

Xiao Zhou caught the pillow and said matter-of-factly, "I'm just telling the truth!"

Think about it, a guy who's 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, earns tens of millions a day, and has an incredibly stable personality—where can you find a guy like that?

If you miss this opportunity, I'll be the first to regret it for you.

Wen Zhiyu's face turned red instantly, down to her ears.

She reached out and pinched Xiao Zhou's arm: "What nonsense are you talking about! He and I are just clients."

Xiao Zhou dodged her hand, looking incredulous: "Client relationship?"

You handed over your mother's life-saving money to a "client"? When did you become so generous?

Wen Zhiyu opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Xiao Zhou continued, "And think about it, how much did he waive for you when you terminated the contract early?"

That's over ten thousand! You just waived it like that, without even blinking an eye. Could you do that with anyone else?

Wen Zhiyu fell silent.

Of course she knew what that meant.

In the financial industry, money is the most sensitive thing.

Lu Chenzhou waived her share of the profits, not because he didn't care about money.

A person who can earn 20 million a day doesn't care about that little bit of money; it's because he cares about other things.

But she wasn't sure what that "other thing" was.

Seeing her silence, Xiao Zhou softened his tone: "Zhiyu, I'm not joking, I'm serious."

Think about it, what kind of life have you been living these past few years? You deserve to meet a good person.

Wen Zhiyu lowered her head, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "But, what if he doesn't have those feelings for me? Am I being too hasty..."

Xiao Zhou rolled her eyes: "Why don't you give it a try? You can always ask him out for dinner, right?"

Wen Zhiyu thought about it and it seemed that there was indeed nothing wrong with it.

They've done you such a big favor, it's only right that you treat them to a meal.

"Then what should we invite?" Wen Zhiyu asked.

Another roommate chimed in, "Hot pot! It's getting cold, hot pot is the perfect meal."

Xiao Zhou nodded: "Yes, hot pot is good. It's down-to-earth, doesn't seem too deliberate, and the atmosphere is lively."

Wen Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and opened her chat with Lu Chenzhou.

His "hmm" from last time is still there.

She took a deep breath and typed a line:

"Lu Chenzhou, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to a meal, thank you."

After sending it, she stared at the screen, her heart inexplicably racing.

Xiao Zhou leaned over to take a look: "We've made it! We've made it!"

Lu Chenzhou, who was watching Xia Yaozong and Zhang Yixing bicker, took out his vibrating phone and glanced at it.

There's a new message from Wen Zhiyu.

Lu Chenzhou's fingers paused for a moment.

"have."

"How about I treat you to hot pot tomorrow? Would you do me the honor?"

Lu Chenzhou stared at the line of text for a while, then typed: "Okay."

After replying, he looked at Xia Yaozong and Zhang Yixing. Xia Yaozong insisted on dragging Zhang Yixing to the club tomorrow to broaden his horizons.

"I'm not going with you guys tomorrow; someone's treating me to dinner."

Xia Yaozong and Zhang Yixing, who were playfully bickering, immediately stopped and looked at him with gossip in their eyes: "Who is it? It's not Wen Zhiyu, is it?"

The next day, October 1st, was National Day.

At 4:30 a.m., before dawn, both sides of Chang'an Avenue were already packed with people.

Xia Yaozong, wrapped in a thin jacket, stood in the crowd, his neck hunched, exhaling a puff of white breath:

"I told you I should have slept in the dorm a little longer, instead of coming here so early to practice standing meditation."

"You said you wanted to come." Zhang Yixing stood next to him, holding a small national flag in his hand, which an old man on the roadside had just given him.

"I regret it."

"It's too late."

Lu Chenzhou stood at the very edge, hands in his pockets, quietly watching the outline of Tiananmen Square in the distance.

Before dawn, the lights on the city gate tower were on, outlining the entire tower with a golden edge.

He didn't speak, but his gaze was softer than usual.

Xia Yaozong glanced at him sideways and lowered his voice to say to Zhang Yixing, "Have you noticed that Shen Zhou is in a good mood today?"

Zhang Yixing glanced at it as well: "It seems pretty good."

"Who said they'd treat us to hot pot yesterday?"

Zhang Yixing thought for a moment and said, "Wen Zhiyu, right? Her mother's surgery was successful, so she probably wants to thank Chen Zhou."

Xia Yaozong clicked his tongue: "When will I ever get a girl to treat me to hot pot?"

"When you earn 20 million a day."

"...Then I'll eat by myself! I can eat more if I eat by myself."

At 6:10, the east began to lighten.

The crowd stirred, and everyone looked toward the flagpole.

The national flag guard marched out from Jinshui Bridge, their footsteps synchronized, their leather shoes making a deep, powerful sound as they trod on the ground of Chang'an Avenue.

The entire square fell silent instantly; even the children stopped making noise.

Lu Chenzhou straightened up.

The moment the national anthem began, the five-star red flag slowly rose, the morning breeze blowing the flag open and making it flutter.

He raised his head, his gaze following the flag upwards.

Zhang Yixing, who was standing next to him, stopped talking, and Xia Yaozong stopped joking. Everyone watched quietly as the flag rose to the top.

"The ceremony is complete."

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers.

Zhang Yixing clapped his hands vigorously a few times, then turned to look at Lu Chenzhou: "Why aren't you clapping?"

Lu Chenzhou took his hand out of his pocket and clapped it twice.

"..." Zhang Yixing was speechless. "Your drumming is too perfunctory."

Xia Yaozong laughed: "Alright, alright, it's good enough that you can play the drums. Let's go back and catch up on some sleep."

Lu Chenzhou didn't move; he looked down at his vibrating phone.

Wen Zhiyu sent me a message: "Noon, Haidilao, I'll send you the address."

He replied with a single word: "Okay."

At 11:50 a.m., in front of Haidilao.

Wen Zhiyu stood next to the sign, wearing a thin white sweater that looked rather bulky in the chest area, giving her a different look than she usually did at school.

She held her phone in her hand, glancing down at the time every now and then.

A taxi stopped by the roadside, and Lu Chenzhou got out.

He wore a thin black jacket, still looking as unassuming as ever.

"Have you been waiting long?" he asked.

"No, I just arrived too." Wen Zhiyu smiled. "Let's go, I made a reservation."

The waiter led them to a booth by the window, and Wen Zhiyu handed the menu to Lu Chenzhou: "Take a look and see what you'd like to eat."

Lu Chenzhou took the menu, flipped through it, and then handed it back: "You order. I'm not picky about food and I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Wen Zhiyu didn't refuse, and quickly ticked off a list from the menu: tripe, duck intestines, shrimp paste, fatty beef, beef aorta, bamboo shoots...

"Do you eat spicy food?" she asked, looking up.

"good."

"Then let's have a hot pot with two broths."