69novels 048 Miss Dong, keep going!
048 Miss Dong, keep going!
In mid-August, Chengdu is like a giant steamer, especially in the afternoon when the air is still filled with a sticky, humid heat.
Fortunately, the air conditioner in Song Zhiyi's living room was still working diligently.
"Swish swish swish—"
The sound of the red pen scratching across the paper was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Song Zhiyi sat at one end of the desk, holding a red pen in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.
Jiang Di sat opposite her, leaning on the table, his chin resting on the back of his hand, unconsciously twirling a chipped ballpoint pen in his other hand, staring blankly into space.
Finally, Song Zhiyi closed the exam paper and gently tapped the tip of her pen on the table.
"Jiang Di, classmate."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Jiang Di suddenly came to her senses and subconsciously sat up straight.
"Not bad," Song Zhiyi's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "In this mock exam, you got one of the big solid geometry questions right, and you also scored quite a few points in English reading comprehension, and you improved in cloze tests. If you keep this up, as long as you stay focused in your senior year, you have a good chance of getting into university."
This is absolutely not a false compliment.
During this month of grueling training, Song Zhiyi witnessed Jiang Di's transformation firsthand. From initially being clueless and wanting to reach for her phone after just ten minutes, to now being able to focus on practicing problems for two hours straight, this progress is nothing short of a complete metamorphosis.
How much of this was motivated by a particular person is unknown.
However, Jiang Di's reaction to this rare praise was somewhat unusual.
She forced a smile and said lightly, "Oh... thank you, Sister Song. It's all thanks to your excellent teaching."
After saying that, she leaned back down on the table.
Song Zhiyi sighed, put down the red pen in her hand, leaned forward, and waved her hand in front of Jiang Di's eyes.
"What's wrong? You look like Lin Daiyu has possessed you. Are you feeling sad because Wang Zhe is leaving soon?"
Touched by those words, Jiang Di's nose instantly stung with tears. She buried half her face in her arms, her voice muffled:
"Hmm... Just thinking about how he's going to Shanghai and Hong Kong in a few days makes me... how should I put it, I just feel bored."
Although she studied diligently for more than a month, it was also the happiest time of her eighteen years.
Having someone you like, seeing him every day, being watched over by him, fed by him, and even slightly teased by him—it's an addictive feeling. But now, suddenly facing a six-month hiatus, this withdrawal is killing her.
Jiang Di looked up at Song Zhiyi with a pitiful expression: "After he leaves, I won't see him anymore. I wish I could see him every day at the start of the new semester... even if he scolds me a couple of times, that would be fine."
Looking at the anxious and uncertain girl in front of her, Song Zhiyi felt both amused and slightly bittersweet.
"Are you stupid? He's not going to Mars, nor is he going to prison; he's going to college. Besides, times have changed."
"What has changed?" Jiang Di blinked, looking completely bewildered.
Song Zhiyi picked up her phone and waved it: "WeChat just updated to a new version with a new feature called video chat. Do you know what that means? As long as there's Wi-Fi, you can see him anytime, anywhere through your phone screen."
Jiang Di's eyes lit up immediately: "No need for a computer webcam? Just a mobile phone?"
Song Zhiyi: "Yeah, and using WiFi is free. You can have him video call you every night to supervise your vocabulary memorization. It's like he's right next to you, isn't it? You can video chat for as long as you want."
Hearing this, the hazy mist on Jiang Di's face finally dissipated a little. Although she couldn't kiss or hug him, and couldn't feel his body temperature, at least she could see his face and hear his voice every day.
"Well, even though we can't touch each other, at least this is better..." Jiang Di breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that she had finally perked up a bit, Song Zhiyi's smile deepened. She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and seemingly unintentionally threw out the next bombshell topic.
"Oh, right, there's something else."
"What?"
"Wang Zhe and I have already bought our plane tickets. Our flight is at 10 AM on August 26th. Are you going to the airport to see him off that day?"
"I'm going! I definitely want to go!"
Jiang Di shouted it out almost reflexively without thinking. But her voice suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.
Because she saw Song Zhiyi looking at her with a half-smile, a look that seemed to say, "Are you sure?"
Song Zhiyi tapped her fingers lightly on the table: "The farewell party that day will be quite large. My parents are going, and Wang Zhe's parents will definitely be there too. That's four people from both families, plus me and Wang Zhe. Are you sure you want to show up in that kind of setting?"
Jiang Di was stunned.
This was like a bucket of cold water being poured over someone's head.
Although she is currently Wang Zhe's "girlfriend," who is she in the eyes of those two families?
He's just a neighbor's kid living in the next community, and he's the kind of kid whose grades are still not good even though he's about to enter his senior year of high school.
If Wang Zhe's parents saw her being all lovey-dovey with him, or even crying and staging a dramatic farewell at the airport, the scene... well, Wang Zhe's legs would probably be broken by his father before he even stepped through the security checkpoint.
"Then... what should we do...?"
Jiang Di's previously straight back slumped instantly, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle, and she said aggrievedly, "I just wanted to see him one last time, to hug him one last time. Am I really only supposed to hide behind a corner and peek?"
Seeing her pitiful state, Song Zhiyi smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have a plan. When the time comes..."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Meanwhile, at Wang Zhe's home.
At this moment, Wang Zhe had no idea what the two girls were plotting. His attention was completely focused on the roaring desktop computer screen in front of him.
The chirping of cicadas outside the window was somewhat noisy, but Wang Zhe remained focused.
The screen displays Wasu Media's latest stock price: 12.50 yuan.
From the initial purchase price of 9.94 yuan when he went all in, to the current price of 12.50 yuan, the price has increased by more than 25% in just over half a month. The assets in his account, plus his initial investment, have officially exceeded the 400,000 yuan mark, reaching nearly 420,000 yuan.
For a high school graduate, this is an absolute fortune. Four hundred thousand yuan, in Chengdu these days, could even be used as a down payment on a house.
"It's only 12.5 yuan now...?"
Wang Zhe tapped his fingers lightly on the mousepad, carefully considering his options.
My roommate, Lao Fang, treated us to a meal in October, claiming that Wasu Media's stock price had risen to nearly 14 yuan, which made him a profit.
In other words, if Wang Zhe continues to hold the shares, even if he patiently waits until October, the potential upside is less than two yuan.
For ordinary stock market investors, this level of profitability is already a dream come true. But for those who have a head start in understanding future market trends, this efficiency is far too low.
"It's tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away," Wang Zhe shook his head and muttered to himself.
As a reborn individual, the efficiency of fund utilization must be maximized. Time is money—this phrase means exactly what he means.
His gaze shifted from Wasu Media to Gree Electric Appliances.
Current price: 4.96 yuan.
"It's actually fallen below 5 yuan..."
Wang Zhe rubbed his eyes and checked the number again.
Although he knew that Gree's stock price would look low on the chart this year due to the large dividend payout and ex-rights, he remembered that after the Iron Lady Ms. Dong took over Gree, the stock was a famous long-term bull stock in the history of A-shares, and the later adjusted price was frighteningly high.
Moreover, he clearly remembers that in the second half of 2012, with the in-depth promotion of the home appliance subsidy policy and the explosive growth of Gree's performance, this stock would experience a very sharp rally before the end of the year.
On one hand, there's Huashu, a speculative stock with limited upside potential and the risk of a significant correction at any time; on the other hand, there's Geli, a blue-chip stock with virtually no room to fall, extremely strong earnings certainty, and an upcoming market rally.
Is this still a choice?
Wang Zhe did not hesitate at all.
Click to sell and liquidate all your Wasu Media shares.
Thirty-three thousand three hundred shares were sold off in batches at a price of 12.50. Watching the stocks in his account turn into cash, the satisfaction of securing his profits brought him a long sigh of relief.
Then, a few minutes later.
The more than 400,000 yuan that was cashed out was used to buy Gree Electric Appliances.
Average transaction price: 4.98 yuan.
Looking at the more than 83,000 shares of Gree Electric in his account, Wang Zhe leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, picked up the cup of cold tea from the table, and took a sip.
"Ms. Dong, I'll be relying on you to work for me for the next few months."
He glanced at the blinding sunlight outside the window, and a smile crept onto his lips.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.