Chapter 11
After finishing his review of high school courses, Fang Zhao started to have other thoughts.
After reading so many time-travel novels, I feel that every female protagonist who travels back in time will take advantage of the information gap to make money like crazy. It goes without saying that I like money so much.
But how to get the money?
Fang Zhao had tried to sell items from the space. After all, the space was updated regularly, so even if something was taken out, it would be automatically replenished the next day. This system bug was wasted.
As a result, the skin care products I took out disappeared automatically as soon as they entered the dream.
Because the space is a certain day ten years later, the things that exist in it are also things that will appear ten years later. They are not things that should exist in this world and will be controlled by the dream mechanism and disappear automatically.
Fang Zhao also thought that maybe he could use his monthly salary to bring some things to school, and then sell them to earn some pocket money.
But she was still a high school student, subject to many restrictions. The question was where to store those things. If she stored them in the space, they would be automatically cleared by the dream mechanism at 8:47 every night. If she stored them in the dormitory, the dormitory inspection teacher would definitely find them and she would be punished.
The school has issued a clear ban on the reselling of goods.
Or, buy stocks? Or buy lottery tickets?
Fang Zhao was a bit disheartened. She had studied engineering after graduating from high school, so neither of these tickets was familiar to her. Aside from the progress of the plastering at the construction site, she hadn't really paid attention to anything like red and green lines.
He sighed, realizing that he had indeed traveled through time and space just to earn some 'dead salary'.
This feeling is no different from my current self.
The company Fang Zhao joined was a very old state-owned enterprise. Although the "hereditary job system" was no longer popular, their company still offered many benefits to the children of employees.
For example, children of employees whose parents both work in the company can directly enter the company to work as long as their scores are high enough to get a bachelor's degree and their majors are suitable.
Therefore, the "nepotism" within the unit is very complicated.
Many "elderly" people who have benefited from the current economic situation are either in high positions or have accumulated wealth that could not be accumulated by generations of their families. Simply receiving a "fixed salary" is no longer enough to meet their consumption needs.
Many people have their own "company" outside. Of course, for state-owned enterprises, they cannot be too blatant. They may use the name of their wife or someone else.
For them, buying some stocks or financial products is as easy as eating and drinking.
Fang Zhao, a half-baked "small town test-taker" from a small county town, had never been exposed to these things, so he knew nothing about them.
After working in this industry for so many years, I can only make a living by relying on a fixed salary.
Whenever they discussed which financial products to buy, Fang Zhao always felt out of place.
She had also bought some, but either the prices fell sharply or she broke even.
I am really too stupid.
Ding Ling Ling
The bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang, interrupting Fang Zhao's thoughts.
It was already time for lunch. Fang Zhao picked up her meal card and walked towards the cafeteria. Before she could think of a better solution, she decided to accept her fate and become a salted fish.
As soon as he reached the door of the canteen, Fang Zhao saw An Huainan standing in front of the small shop he had just entered, holding something in his hand, as if waiting for someone.
Ever since he inexplicably angered him last time, Fang Zhao had subconsciously been avoiding him. Seeing him standing there, he instinctively wanted to slip away.
Unexpectedly, when he stepped back, his feet felt soft and he stepped on someone's foot.
"sorry."
Fang Zhao hurriedly apologized, and when he turned around, Wen Bo was looking down at him.
As expected, one cannot go out without checking the almanac. Fang Zhao made up his mind to go to the old lady at the school gate and buy a calendar with an almanac to put on his desk.
"Are you okay?"
Seeing that she was about to fall, Wen Bo reached out to support her and waited for her to steady herself, without any intention of retreating.
Fang Zhao really wanted to say, I'm fine, please take your hand away, thank you.
But before he could say anything, he was already in the arms of another person.
"Why are you hiding from me?"
"I don't."
Well, she did. After being glared at by An Huainan, Fang Zhao felt guilty and didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry for what happened earlier."
After saying that, An Huainan apologized to Wen Bo and pulled Fang Zhao out of the school gate.
Fang Zhao was caught in the act, and feeling guilty, he did not resist and let An Huainan drag him away.
"Playing both sides is shameless."
Bao Jing was standing under the persimmon tree. When she saw what had just happened, she rolled her eyes fiercely and walked towards the classroom with her meal card.
"Baozi, aren't you going to eat?"
Wang Fangzhou, who came with her, asked from behind.
"No, I have no appetite."
An Huainan pulled the man all the way to the bank door.
Fang Zhao looked at this place with a puzzled look. Even after work, he had only been there a few times.
An Huainan walked in without explaining anything, and a male account manager came to greet him immediately.
"Mr. An and Ms. Fang, right? This way, please."
What's going on? Fang Zhao's heart was beating fast, but seeing An Huainan's familiarity, he seemed to be very familiar with this place.
"It's like this, Mr. An, all the information about the financial management you mentioned is here, you can take a look."
An Huainan nodded and began to read the document on the desk carefully.
Although Fang Zhao knew nothing about these, seeing An Huainan handling it with ease, he couldn't help but take one just to pretend.
I saw that the document was filled with dense small print from beginning to end, and there were hundreds of items for payment alone. It gave me a headache to read it. I had no choice but to put it down and picked up the water cup next to me and took a sip of water.
She hates long paragraphs of text the most, especially clauses and terms. Every time she encounters them at work, she feels that all the years of learning Chinese reading comprehension have been in vain.
An Huainan held a thick stack of information and changed his position on the sofa, leaning back slightly with his long legs crossed. It was true that he looked like a domineering CEO.
Just as Fang Zhao finished his second glass of water out of boredom, An Huainan finally finished reading all the information.
"I understand the details. What's the minimum purchase amount for your financial products?"
"You know the rate of return, so our bank doesn't accept small purchases of this financial product. The minimum purchase amount is 100,000 yuan."
"One hundred thousand yuan?"
Fang Zhao almost spit out the water he had just taken.
She had worked for five or six years and still hadn't saved enough. How could two poor students like them get so much money?
"I understand." An Huainan nodded, then turned to Fang Zhao and asked, "Do you understand?"
Fang Zhao pursed his lips and wanted to complain, "You're pretending quite well."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just leave it to me."
Fang Zhao suddenly felt relieved when he saw An Huainan like this.
Maybe it’s the nature of a Taurus, as long as there is a reliable person next to her, she will immediately lose her brain.
Just like Xiaoqian said, after being cheated, he still foolishly helped others count money.
After leaving the bank, the two went directly to Xinhua Bookstore.
An Huainan was carefully selecting books from the finance bookshelf. Fang Zhao was requisitioned as a temporary bookshelf. If An Huainan liked a book, he would put it directly into her hands.
Rich Dad Poor Dad, If You Don't Manage Your Finances, Your Finances Will Not Manage You——
As someone who loves to read brainless novels in his spare time, Fang Zhao feels a headache just by reading the titles of these books.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Fang Zhao looking at the book in his arms with a look of deep hatred and bitterness, An Huainan couldn't help but curl his lips.
He knew her best, and asking her to learn these things was like "forcing a duck to climb a tree".
Seeing An Huainan continue to move forward, Fang Zhao sighed and resignedly followed behind him.
"Ouch."
An Huainan suddenly stopped, and Fang Zhao didn't have time to brake and bumped into him head-on.
"You can choose a few books from here."
Fang Zhao rubbed his forehead and looked up. He found that he had arrived at the literature area without knowing when.
"Don't you like reading novels? Buy a few and read them when you get home."
Isn't he the one who hates reading these "useless books" the most? I have the impression that ten years ago he wanted to stare at me 24 hours a day to make me study hard. How come he is so "open-minded" now?
"Just consider it a reward for your great progress in academic performance recently."
Sure enough, this is what a dad-type boyfriend is like.
Bah, not a boyfriend, a male friend.
Fang Zhao looked at the books on the shelf and felt a little tempted. Buying literary books so blatantly was a rare thing in her entire reading career.
People living in small towns generally have low educational levels and experienced the hardships of life in the early days of reform and opening up. Almost all parents have the same goal: to raise their children, get them into college, and help them achieve success.
As for how to get into university, this was a path they had never taken. They simply believed that they should study hard, and since they were going to study, they should "hang their heads on the beams and prick their legs with a needle," discarding everything that had nothing to do with learning.
Moreover, people in small towns live in poverty, and there are very few families who can spare extra money to buy "spiritual food".
I still remember when I first entered junior high school, the teacher gave us a list of eleven must-read books for junior high school students. Only a few students in the class could buy all the books. The rest of the students either bought a set together and shared it with each other, or simply gave up.
Fang Zhao was looking at several large books, feeling undecided. He turned around and glanced at An Huainan. As a "prodigy" in the liberal arts class, the advice he could give should be good.
An Huainan swept his slender hands across the bookshelf, picked out a few basic literary books and some must-read literary classics, then took the book that Fang Zhao had just placed in his arms, and went to the front desk together to pay the bill.
"that--"
Before I could even utter the words "I have money", the receipt was already printed out at the front desk.
It was the first time I saw customers buying so many books at one time, and the front desk lady even gave them a box of colored pencils.
"Is there anything else you want to buy?"
An Huainan asked before entering the school gate.
Fang Zhao thought about it and shook his head, but his stomach started to rumble.
"Can I have fish with pancakes?"
There's an old lady at the school gate who's really good at making this delicacy. She makes these pancakes from cornmeal mixed with a small amount of flour, and places them around a charcoal-burning oven. They're crispy on the outside, and really sweet and soft on the inside.
The small fish was stewed until soft and tender, and it was so delicious when sandwiched between the pancakes.
Before Fang Zhao could answer, An Huainan had already gone to buy it.
Her greedy look completely betrayed her.
Fang Zhao took the pancake and fish, and the literary books that An Huainan had chosen for her, and was about to walk towards the dormitory building, but she didn't expect An Huainan to put the remaining books in his hand into her arms.
An unsuspecting Fang Zhao stumbled and barely managed to steady himself.
"Is this bought for me?"
Fang Zhao looked incredulous, and she thought he wanted to see it.
"Don't you want to make money?"
"think."
It turns out that the mouth betrays a person more easily than the brain.
"Look more, it will do you good."
Uh, does he really want to make money with me?
But how did she know that she wanted to make money?
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