Chapter 37 The Gloomy Little Darling of the 1970s
Seeing the reward for this system task, Shen Ci was both curious and excited. This was a special item, appearing for the first time, so it was definitely not a bad product.
[Special Person Information Card] Who are these "special persons"? Are they key allies in the future, or some dangerous individuals? In any case, having this item is definitely beneficial.
"Steward Song." Shen Ci turned to the steward who was respectfully waiting beside her.
Do you know how long the process of donating money to a charity can take, even in the shortest possible time?
She quickly thought that in Shanghai at that time, it was not an easy thing to simply "lose" five million yuan in a short period of time without being able to buy real estate or other assets.
Buying luxury goods might consume them quickly, but the system explicitly requires that the expenditure be of a "loss" nature. Donating to charities to help the vulnerable is still unknown, as it's unclear whether it meets the system's definition of "loss."
After all, once the money is spent, it's gone, with no material return. But in the long run, what if the person who donated the money becomes successful and gives back to society? Would that be a loss or a gain?
Song Mingli hesitated for a moment before answering respectfully.
"Boss, even the fastest way will take at least two to three business days to complete the necessary verification and procedures."
His understanding of his new owner was refreshed once again. She had just arrived in Shanghai and hadn't even settled in yet when she inquired about charitable donations. It seemed that this lady of the house was not only wealthy but also kind-hearted.
Being able to follow such an employer is undoubtedly lucky, and it's much better than the life of danger he used to experience.
Two days? There's not enough time.
Shen Ci frowned slightly, then relaxed. Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of places to quickly spend money, and modern dens of iniquity are no exception. She immediately made a decision.
“I’m not going to the charity federation anymore.” Shen Ci’s tone changed, with a hint of excitement.
"Go to the foot of Xikang Road Bridge, to the old pigeon market."
That place was a spontaneously formed stock trading hub in Shanghai at the time, and coincidentally, Shen Ci was from Shanghai and had heard about the history of Shanghai from his family since he was a child.
A hint of surprise flashed in Song Mingli's eyes, but his good professionalism prevented him from asking any further questions. He immediately bowed and responded.
"Yes, boss, I'll go prepare the car right away."
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The old pigeon market was bustling with noise, the air thick with the smells of tobacco, sweat, and a frenzy of speculation. The blackboard walls were covered with densely packed stock names and prices, the red and green chalk writing intertwined. Even back then, people were already so enthusiastic about stock trading.
Shen Ci's arrival, with his outstanding demeanor and the obvious entourage of Song Mingli, Zhou Zheng, and others behind him, immediately attracted a lot of attention.
She ignored the stares and quickly scanned the blackboard, focusing on stocks with unfamiliar names, low prices, and no one paying attention to them.
"This Yu Garden Shopping Mall, and this, Yanzhong Industrial..."
Shen Ci pointed to a few stocks that seemed to be performing poorly, with a very poor outlook, and looked like they were on the verge of collapse. He then asked the trader in the red vest.
"What is the market price? Regardless of the current price, I will buy a total of five million at a price 30% higher than the market price."
Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell silent for a moment, then erupted into suppressed whispers and snickers.
"Wow! Where did Amulin come from?"
Unfortunately, Shen Ci could understand the local dialect, so it was an insult calling her a fool.
"They even want some junk stocks? And they're adding 30% to the price? They must have too much money to burn!"
"Looks like a newcomer from the north, doesn't know the rules, here to pay his tuition."
"Tsk tsk, five million yuan, you can at least make a splash if you throw it in the water... I might as well give it to her and I'll buy it for her, at least the loss won't be that much."
Taunts and ridicule rose and fell. Most of these people here only lost money and never gained anything. They rarely saw such a sucker and suddenly felt like they were invincible again.
Zhou Zheng frowned, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he instinctively wanted to step forward, but was stopped by a look from Shen Ci.
Song Mingli remained calm and composed, maintaining his proper demeanor. Only a faint hint of doubt flickered in his eyes, but he chose to trust his master, who had repeatedly surprised everyone.
How can they possibly understand the thoughts of the wealthy? Perhaps they are simply happy to lose money.
The trader was stunned. After repeatedly confirming the transaction, he completed it with the look of someone looking at a sucker. The funds were quickly transferred out, and five million yuan was lost just like that.
[Ding! Limited-time mission: The Art of Losing Money has been completed.]
Fund rebates: 50 million yuan has been received.
Special Reward: Special Character Information Card (System Plugin) has been installed.
The system notification sounded as expected, and it was quite pleasant! Shen Ci was reassured and ignored the mockery around her.
Based on her vague memories of her past life and her intuition at this moment, she even casually bought several other stocks that were not currently favored but would soar in the future, such as "Feile Acoustics" and "Vacuum Electronics".
After doing all this, she could finally relax and begin to examine the newly acquired item. The system description said that the plugin had been installed and would automatically pop up a notification when a target matching the definition of "special person" appeared nearby.
Curious, she began to experiment, her gaze sweeping over the speculators around her who still wore mocking expressions. There was nothing above their heads, so it seemed they were just ordinary gamblers, not special individuals recognized by the system.
As the saying goes: Passerby A.
Her gaze finally settled on Song Mingli, who stood quietly to the side, seemingly out of place.
The butler was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were sharp and calm, and his demeanor was shrewd and capable. He was clearly a highly professional assistant or butler.
However, just as Shen Ci turned her gaze to him, several lines of pale blue, semi-transparent text, visible only to her, appeared out of thin air above the side of Song Mingli's head:
Name: Song Mingli
Age: 35
Core traits: Astute and capable, loyal and cautious, with strong crisis management skills.
Key Past: He was involved in a major conflict in Mexico and was a fugitive. He was later rescued and safely cared for by a mysterious force, for which he is deeply grateful and swore allegiance to his current boss who gave him a new identity and career.
Shen Ci suddenly felt enlightened.
It turns out that the so-called "mysterious big shot" and "current boss" were actually the system, or rather, the result of her intervention representing the system.
The system not only assigned her an identity but also modified some of the logic of reality, making Song Mingli naturally have a very high degree of loyalty and gratitude towards her.
This is an absolute steal! Not only has it provided a highly capable butler, but it also comes with unwavering loyalty.
Having figured out how to use the new props and received a generous financial return, Shen Ci was in a good mood.
She completely disregarded the lingering stares of onlookers around her, and instead gave Song Mingli a meaningful smile.
Understand this, and do a good job.
"Butler Song, the air here isn't very good, let's go back."
"Yes, boss."
Song Mingli answered respectfully, completely unaware of what had just happened. He only keenly sensed that the boss's gaze seemed to hold a greater understanding and deeper meaning than before.
It's really hard to guess what the rich are thinking.
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