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

Wen Zhiyu stared back into his eyes and replied earnestly, "I'm your future company's legal representative. Where I go depends on your arrangements. Do you want me to go?"

Lu Chenzhou frowned, picked up his water glass and took a sip: "I'm not sure right now, we'll talk about it later."

Wen Zhiyu nodded: "With our grades, applying shouldn't be a problem, it just depends on which school we want to go to."

By the way, you have to tell me what I can do, right?

Didn't you say you wanted me to be the legal representative? A legal representative can't just do nothing, can they?

Lu Chenzhou put down his cup: "Be my secretary."

Wen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, her chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

"secretary?"

"Yes." Lu Chenzhou's tone was very calm, as natural as saying "Pour me a glass of water."

"The legal representative is just a figurehead; you don't need to do anything on a regular basis. But it's different for a secretary; a secretary has to do the work."

Wen Zhiyu put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "Then tell me, what does a secretary do?"

"Answering phones, organizing documents, arranging itineraries, liaising with intermediaries, running errands with the business registration authority, banks, and tax authorities."

With each item Lu Chenzhou mentioned, Wen Zhiyu's eyebrows would rise slightly.

When she talked about "running around to the tax office," her eyebrows almost reached her hairline.

"Are you hiring a secretary or a general helper?" she asked.

"A secretary is just someone who does odd jobs." Lu Chenzhou picked up his water glass and took a sip.

"But if you do the odd jobs well, you become the office manager. If you do the office manager well, you become the administrative director. If you do the administrative director well..."

"Alright, alright," Wen Zhiyu interrupted him, waving her hand with a smile. "You're starting to make empty promises."

Lu Chenzhou put down his cup: "It's not just empty promises."

Wen Zhiyu stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed: "Fine, secretary it is. Is there a salary?"

"have."

"How many?"

Lu Chenzhou thought for a moment: "Based on the average salary for a secretary, add three times that amount."

Wen Zhiyu was taken aback: "Why triple it?"

"Because you have one more thing than others."

"What is it?"

Trust me.

Wen Zhiyu opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

She lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, scooped a piece of overcooked tripe from the pot, and chewed it.

Then, he mumbled, "You always say things that leave people wondering how to respond."

Lu Chenzhou's lips twitched slightly: "No need to answer, just listen."

Wen Zhiyu glared at him, but her eyes were full of laughter.

It was a little after 9 p.m. in room 302.

When Zhang Yixing pushed open the dormitory door, Lu Chenzhou was leaning against the headboard reading a book.

Xia Yaozong followed him in, and as soon as he entered, he collapsed onto the bed, muttering, "I'm so tired, so tired. The National Day holiday is more tiring than going to class."

"Who told you to go to a bar to pick up girls?" Zhang Yixing took off his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, then turned to look at Lu Chenzhou's bed.

"Chen Zhou, did you go out for hot pot with Wen Zhiyu today?"

"Um."

"How was the meal?" Xia Yaozong suddenly perked up, sat up in bed, and looked on with a gossipy expression.

"Have you two made any progress?"

Lu Chenzhou turned a page of his book, his tone indifferent: "It's just a thank you, what progress could there be?"

Xia Yaozong scoffed, "Come on! Anyone could see the atmosphere between you two. The way Wen Zhiyu was looking at you... tsk tsk tsk..."

Lu Chenzhou did not respond.

Zhang Yixing smiled, pulled up a chair, sat down, and casually unscrewed a bottle of water, taking a sip.

Then, as if remembering something, he put the water bottle on the table and turned to Lu Chenzhou.

"By the way, I have something important to tell you."

Lu Chenzhou looked up at him.

Zhang Yixing said, "You know about that exchange student program in Hong Kong, right?"

The University of Hong Kong, Hong Kong Polytechnic University, and Lingnan University all typically begin accepting applications after the National Day holiday.

Lu Chenzhou closed the book without saying anything, waiting for him to continue.

"I wasn't planning to apply; I intended to continue my internship. But your recent actions have really opened my eyes. I want to go to Hong Kong and see the Hong Kong Stock Exchange for myself."

Zhang Yixing glanced at Xia Yaozong as he spoke, and Xia Yaozong rolled his eyes: "I can't get in, but I can still pay to try my luck."

Zhang Yixing looked at Lu Chenzhou and said seriously, "You should apply too! The three of us can go together so we can look out for each other."

What's the point of you staying here alone?"

Lu Chenzhou placed the book on the bedside table and leaned back slightly.

Xia Yaozong jumped off the bed, pulled up a chair, and came closer, looking excited.

"That's right, Shenzhou. Think about it, Hong Kong's financial market is so developed. You can go there and see for yourself. It's much better than just staring at it from here."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Yaozong leaned forward anxiously: "You're not really not going, are you?"

"Let me tell you, if you go, the three of us can eat whatever we want and go wherever we want over there. Wouldn't that be awesome?"

"Are you going to study or to travel?" Lu Chenzhou finally spoke, his voice neither warm nor cold.

"Go, go!" Xia Yaozong chuckled. "We can study and travel at the same time."

Zhang Yixing smiled and shook his head, then looked at Lu Chenzhou, his tone becoming a little more serious: "Chenzhou, to be honest."

If you go to Hong Kong, the financial environment, resources, and connections there are far superior to those here.

What can you do if you stay at school? Just sit in your dorm all day watching stock market updates?

Lu Chenzhou remained silent for a few seconds.

The dormitory quieted down, with only the occasional sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

"Besides, think about it, Wen Zhiyu definitely wants to go. Didn't she mention it when she was having hot pot with you today?"

Lu Chenzhou recalled what Wen Zhiyu had said at noon: "I am your future legal representative of the company. Where I go depends on your arrangements."

He didn't answer, but his lips pursed and his brow furrowed briefly.

Xia Yaozong, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed it and slapped his thigh: "Look, look, he frowned. I knew he definitely wanted to go."

"I didn't say I was going," Lu Chenzhou said calmly.

"You didn't say you weren't going," Xia Yaozong insisted.

Xia Yaozong leaned back in his chair, looked at Lu Chenzhou, and said unhurriedly, "Anyway, you don't register for a few days, so you still have time to think about it."

But let me tell you this: if you miss this opportunity, you won't have such a convenient chance to go out with us again.

"At that time, Yixing, Zhiyu, and I will all be in Hong Kong, and you will be the only one in Beijing." Xia Yaozong paused for a moment, then smiled. "Imagine that scene."

"A sunken boat, may you live happily ever after! You and Zhiyu, me and Yixing, make two perfect couples."

"Who's with you two couples?" Zhang Yixing glared at him.

"Let me give you an example," Xia Yaozong said with a grin, shrinking his neck.

Lu Chenzhou picked up the book from the bedside table again, opened it, and stared at the page, but didn't turn the page for a long time.

Xia Yaozong and Zhang Yixing exchanged a glance, both knowing his temperament.

If they didn't directly reject me, then there's a chance.

Xia Yaozong stood up and stretched.

"Alright, I won't pressure you anymore. Figure it out yourself. Anyway, when it's time to register, I'll send you a copy of the application form. Fill it out if you want, or don't."

Zhang Yixing also stood up and patted Lu Chenzhou on the shoulder: "Yeah, it's up to you whether you fill it out or not, but don't regret it if the three of us leave."

Lu Chenzhou glanced at the empty bed next door: "Where's Yang Cheng?"