In the evening, Xu Jing bought a bowl of noodles outside, ate it without tasting it, and took the bus to the villa.
He didn't have the key, but luckily Mo Zechuan asked the property management to let him in.
The lights outside the villa were still on, and even the door was ajar.
He opened the door and closed it.
He sat on the sofa and thought carefully about what to do next.
First you have to get a mobile phone. If you want to make money quickly, you can only go the stock market route.
To trade stocks, one needs to open a securities account, and the auditions will be held tomorrow. He has no time to do it, so he can only use Mo Zechuan's account to achieve financial freedom for him.
But if he keeps causing trouble, he will fall into a passive position, be manipulated by Mo Zechuan, and eventually be kept by him, completely losing the value of life.
What should I do?
Xu Jing frowned and thought about it, and decided to buy funds first.
The subscription fee for funds is lower than that for stocks. Although you earn less, you don’t need to open an account, which saves you a lot of trouble.
Secondly, there are many types of funds, including active and passive options. Money market funds are comparable to bank deposits, and some even offer higher interest rates than bank deposits, making them quite safe.
However, if you really want to invest and make money in the short term, you have to use active funds. Active funds are just as risky as stocks, and if you invest too much, you will still lose your principal.
The advantage is that you can quickly enter and exit the market, making money quickly. After seven days, there is no handling fee, and you only need to pay the basic purchase fee and management fee.
After thinking it over, Xu Jing decided to open a Taobao account as soon as he got a mobile phone, and then study the market trends and invest in one or two funds.
He currently has 3,000 yuan in start-up capital. If he earns 100 yuan a day, he can make 700 yuan in seven days. This is just a conservative estimate (excluding taxes and fees). If he makes quick investments, he can slowly accumulate money with a slight advantage, thus realizing the goal of making money while lying at home.
“Crunch.”
The sound of the key turning brought Xu Jing back to his senses, and he subconsciously looked towards the door.
Mo Zechuan stood at the door in a black suit and leather shoes. After changing his shoes, he hung his suit in the cloakroom next to the villa.
He wore a white shirt, a rather formal three-color tie, and timeless black trousers. The old man seemed to favor a black and white wardrobe; every time I saw him, I couldn't find anything new to wear. His seemingly unremarkable outfits were a waste of his physique and mixed-race face.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Mo Zechuan remembered that he hadn't brought something, so he took out his phone and made a call. "Xiao Li, I forgot to bring my things. Please send them to me. Yes, I'll send you the address."
He sat down on the small table naturally, stretched out his long arms, held the person in his arms and kissed him.
A day without seeing you feels like three years. He hadn't seen Xiao Zhou for a quarter and he really missed her.
Xu Jing turned his head, stopping him from getting any closer. Mo Zechuan wasn't angry either. He held his chin and examined him closely. A clear slap mark was still visible on his right cheek, like a perfectly good work ruined by a splash of ink. As a guest who admired him, he was very dissatisfied.
He was reluctant to attack Xiao Zhou, but Xiao Zhou was beaten first. It was really abominable.
"Hey, Xiao Li. Don't worry about the gift box. Go and help me with something."
He will make sure that anyone who dares to hit him will suffer the consequences.
"Stop taking his medicine and let him eat dirt!"
If he can’t deal with the old one, can he deal with the young one?
A bottle of leukemia medicine costs as much as 20,000 yuan, but he left Zhou Jinyu without medicine and died in pain.
Xu Jing covered his mouth and shook his head gently. "It's okay, I'm fine."
And said it was okay.
How can I face people if my face is disfigured?
Men also love beauty, especially singers and dancers who need their looks for marketing. They must take good care of their faces and not let them get damaged. If you don't cherish your face, who else will?
Xu Jing said helplessly to the phone: "Sorry to trouble you. You took the trouble to deal with my affairs. Let's just forget it."
Xiao Li on the other end of the line was completely bewildered. Was this his boss's lover talking to him? He wanted to say a few more words, but the call was disconnected.
Forget it, he should just go get the gift box and stop worrying about their affairs.
"Not like you at all." After hanging up the phone, Mo Zechuan's frown did not relax. He held his hand while talking, and when he saw Xiao Zhou's painful expression, he knew something was wrong.
When he opened his hand and saw several scratches on his palm caused by a sharp weapon, Mo Zechuan's expression changed.
Hands are a person's second face. He was heartbroken and wanted to take revenge when his first face was hit, not to mention that she also hurt his hands.
The originally smooth jade-like palm was now covered with several crooked scratches, some of which had even broken the skin and bled. Although the wounds had scabbed over, it was still possible to see how much force she had used to hold his hand.
"Are you stupid?" Mo Zechuan was angry and annoyed, and a little disappointed with her. "Why did you just let her bully you? Don't you know how to hide?"
When fighting with him, he was so angry that he refused to admit defeat and would not stop until he pinned him to the ground and beat him to death.
Why did she act so foolishly and let the middle-aged woman be bullied when it was her turn? Didn't she know how to fight back? She should have known how to hide.
How could I just stand there and get bullied because of my personality?
Xu Jing didn't say anything. He tried to pull his hand back, but Mo Zechuan's grip was so tight that he couldn't move. After trying a few times, he decided to give up. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Xiao Zhou." Mo Zechuan sighed deeply, hugged him in his arms, and patted his back. "If you've been wronged, speak up. Don't hold it in. It'll make you sick."
"Third Master, you know how to say nice things?" Xu Jing started sarcastically, then continued, "Third Master, don't worry about my family's affairs."
"You have to argue with me, don't you?" Mo Zechuan was puzzled. Did he find a lover or an ancestor? Why didn't he appreciate all his efforts?
If you are hurt, swallow the bitterness. The same is true if you are bullied.
So his cruelty is only directed at him, right? Did he deserve it in his past life?
"It would be much better if you spent the energy you put into arguing with me on dealing with family matters."
Mo Zechuan patted his buttocks, and was so angry that he patted it a few more times.
It's really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, not knowing the kindness of a good person.
His efforts were wasted.
"None of your business." Xu Jing was still stubborn, as stubborn as a donkey. He kept moving around in his arms, which made Mo Zechuan angry. He started to curse:
"What's going on? Did you miss your meal or your medicine? Did you take the brain-damaging medicine the hospital prescribed?"
Who is being so shameless? He is the one who got into trouble.
The little thing has no conscience.
"You're the one who's taking brain-dead drugs. You should go to a mental hospital and have your brain checked out!" Xu Jing looked at him with red eyes. "Do you think everyone is as cold-blooded and heartless as you, trampling their family into the mud? He's my brother, and he's my mother. What can I do? I can kill them!"
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