Two Hundred Million in a Week

If Hong Yuan knew that Qin Sheng had earned nearly two hundred million in just over a week, he would likely be even more overwhelmed.

With trembling hands, he tapped out a message on his phone, each word a laborious effort: "No, no need, that's more than enough."

Another message from Qin Sheng swiftly followed: "Okay, you can advance yourself a salary of 1.2 million to repay the debts you owe. Also, use the company's funds to buy a car. It's a benefit from the company."

Seeing the repayment deadline approaching, Hong Yuan had been desperate. With no friends to borrow money from and too embarrassed to ask Qin Sheng for help, he had resigned himself to selling the few pieces of jewelry left behind by his late wife after his house and car were repossessed by the bank. 

He never imagined that Qin Sheng had already considered every detail. 

Hong Yuan's eyes grew misty with emotion.

Meanwhile, Qin Sheng had made a fortune. The man who had followed her lead in buying stocks also found himself in a similar position. His initial capital of over eight hundred thousand had multiplied eighteen times, ballooning to more than fourteen million. 

Seeing the stock price's slow ascent, he sold off his shares as well, feeling more at ease with the money in hand. In just three days, he had earned over ten million—a sum he never dared dream of.

The man was incredibly grateful for his momentary impulse to follow the young girl and invest in the stock. That girl, she must be some kind of genius!

Of course, there were also many regretful investors. 

They cursed their reckless hands, lamenting how they sold their shares, only to see the stock price soar afterwards. They couldn't help but imagine what could have been if they hadn't sold.

Perhaps it was because Qin Sheng's appearance and demeanor were so unforgettable that a few investors soon remembered her. 

She had once said, "This stock will rise." They hadn't taken her seriously then, assuming she was just some reckless spender. They treated her words like a joke and insisted on selling their shares.

Had they not practically thrown their money away?

If given another chance, they would surely follow her lead.

But alas, it was too late for regrets.

After that, every time these investors visited the securities exchange, they would instinctively look around, searching for that girl. 

But they were destined never to find Qin Sheng at the exchange again; she now bought and sold stocks from her personal computer. 

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With the issue of funds resolved and the company's preparation fully entrusted to Hong Yuan, Qin Sheng stopped taking orders online.

Her next task was to recruit talent, but there was no rush. 

After the weekend, it was Monday again—time for school. 

This time, when Qin Sheng arrived at school, she could clearly sense a shift in the atmosphere. Many students went out of their way to avoid her as they passed by, while others frequently glanced in her direction while whispering among themselves, clearly discussing Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng's delicate brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't pay much attention to it. 

When she entered the classroom, the previously noisy room fell silent almost instantly. As Qin Sheng's gaze swept over them, the students quickly lowered their heads. 

Qin Sheng set her backpack on her desk. Huang Xiaoyan had been mirroring the behavior of the other students, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity and kept sneaking glances at Qin Sheng, hesitant to speak.

Qin Sheng was reading, but Huang Xiaoyan's persistent gaze was hard to ignore. She closed her book and asked, "Go ahead, what's happened?"

At Qin Sheng's prompt, Huang Xiaoyan, no longer holding back, let the words spill out in a rush. "Sheng Sheng, do you know what they're saying about you at school? They're calling you a country bumpkin dressed in designer clothes. They're saying you're being kept by some old man. Some are even claiming they saw you getting cozy with an old man and entering a hotel together."

Huang Xiaoyan was furious. Anyone could see that Sheng Sheng wasn't that kind of person. 

An old man, indeed—what nonsense! 

(End of Chapter)