Although he was like a sword under the vicious gazes of the boys around him, Yang Jiabao, who was the most beautiful in the entire Peking University, was looking at him intently, which made Zhong Wentong feel exasperated and raised his eyebrows.
Zhou Hao next to him looked at Zhong Wentong, who was enjoying himself a lot, and just shook his head and smiled.
Looking at the stage again, Yang Jiabao has retreated behind the scenes. On the stage are more than ten girls wearing national costumes and dancing folk dances. As the saying goes, there are no ugly girls in the seventeenth and eighteenth years. Of course, those girls on the stage are not as beautiful as Yang.
Jiabao is like a fish and a duck, but he is also full of freshness. In college, there are still many versatile girls.
However, with Yang Jiabao as the emcee of the Spring Festival Gala, the boys in the audience felt that all the programs were "garbage time", and they only hoped that the program would end quickly so that Yang Jiabao could come out quickly.
"By the way, junior brother, where is your hometown? Do you plan to go back during the Spring Festival?" Zhong Wentong asked.
Zhou Hao smiled and replied: "I'm from Guangdong. I want to go back to spend time with my family during the Spring Festival."
"Oh, haha, I'm from Hubei." Zhong Wentong said: "I don't plan to go home during the Spring Festival this year. I want to visit Shanghai and Shenzhen."
Reminding that Zhong Wentong studied finance, Zhou Hao said: "You went to Shanghai and Shenzhen to try the stock market?"
"Haha, you are so smart." Zhong Wentong laughed brightly. Seeing Zhou Hao's strange expression, he guessed what Zhou Hao was thinking and said, "Actually, I don't only have theoretical knowledge about stocks. Let's put it this way.
My experience in stock trading is much richer than that of ordinary investors. But I have always made remote investments through the phone before, but this time I want to go to Shanghai and Shenzhen.
Look. Haha, I first started trading stocks in the second semester of my freshman year, and it has been a full year now. I invested 20,000 yuan in the stock market at the beginning, and earned more than 10,000 yuan during that period.
The investment failed and I owed more than 200,000 yuan in foreign debt. Fortunately, I have good luck. So far, I have earned more than 1 million yuan from my losses and losses this year."
Zhou Hao was really surprised this time. When he heard that Zhong Wentong wanted to speculate in stocks, he was worried that Zhong Wentong was still a student with only theoretical knowledge and no practical experience. He might get bruises all over if he rushed into the stock market so hastily.
.Unexpectedly, he started speculating in stocks a year ago and actually made more than one million in just one year.
More than one million is not a big sum for Zhou Hao, but Zhong Wentong is still a college student, and his original capital is only 20,000. In other words, Zhong Wentong gained 50,000 yuan in one year through the stock market.
times of profits. Even people like George Soros, at Zhong Wentong's age, may not have such achievements.
"Didn't Xiaoping say that practice is the only criterion for testing truth? If you just memorize those theories in school, what's the use?" Zhong Wentong said: "So, I learn and practice at the same time.
"
Looking at Zhong Wentong's white teeth when he smiled, Zhou Hao also admired him very much. This boy with dark skin and a sunny smile is really a genius. The most important thing is that it is not all smooth sailing for him in the stock market. Listen to what he just said
As said, he once memorized
More than 200,000 yuan in debt. More than 200,000 yuan, how much pressure this is for a student. And under this kind of pressure, Zhong Wentong can make a comeback and keep working hard. This is not just a matter of talent, he
He has the kind of courage that most people don't have.
Being able to turn twenty thousand into more than one million is certainly not the luck Zhong Wentong himself said. Zhou Hao knows that people who can make big money from the stock market either have huge financial resources to be the banker themselves, or have extraordinary analytical skills
and predictive power.
Moreover, even though he had earned more than one million, Zhong Wentong did not smell arrogant at all. Zhou Hao, a man with two lifetimes of experience, had just regarded Zhong Wentong as an ordinary student.
"Do you plan to invest the more than one million you earned in the stock market?" Zhou Hao asked with interest.
Zhong Wentong shook his head gently: "Of course not, that's more than one million, how many white steamed buns can I buy? I only plan to use two hundred thousand this time. As for the other money, I have to give it to my parents, although
Those two old guys are not short of money, but they brought me up after all, so I have to be filial to them, right?"
Zhou Hao also laughed loudly when he heard this. He had already made a decision in his heart. Zhong Wentong must be brought into his company. It would be a pity to miss such a talent. Zhou Hao not only felt that he was lucky, but he was so casual
Then I met a talented person.
"By the way, junior brother, I'm telling you these things because we can still talk about it. Even my roommate doesn't know about it. You have to help me keep it a secret." Zhong Wentong said again.
Zhou Hao looked at him with a smile on his face: "If you let those girls know that you have a net worth of more than one million, then they will take the initiative to throw themselves into your arms even if you don't have to do anything."
"Tch!" Zhong Wentong curled his lips: "What's the point of such a woman?"
Zhou Hao nodded in agreement. He knew that Zhong Wentong's family background should be very good. If it was an ordinary family, how could they give 20,000 yuan to their son to speculate in stocks? If Zhong Wentong was that kind of playboy, with his family background
You should be able to pick up a lot of girls.
The people on the stage were performing enthusiastically, and Zhou Hao and Zhong Wentong in the audience were also chatting happily. I heard Zhong Wentong say that he and several roommates used various methods to peek into the girls' dormitory, and they were very kind in the spirit of being brothers.
He taught Zhou Hao a lot of "good tricks", which made Zhou Hao laugh.
As they were chatting, the two of them suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on the stage saying that tonight's Spring Festival Gala was about to end, and then they came back to their senses, feeling like they were drinking with a close friend and a thousand cups were too little.
"Zhou Hao, which dormitory are you from? I'll look for you when I have time. You and I can talk pretty well," Zhong Wentong said.
Zhou Hao was struggling with how to tell Zhong Wentong that he would not die as a student of Peking University, when he suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on the stage holding a microphone and saying: "Students and teachers, our Spring Festival Gala tonight is about to end, but don't leave in a hurry.
, we also have a finale program to dedicate to everyone. Next, classmate Zhou Hao will come on stage to sing a song for everyone, as a thank you to everyone for coming tonight."
As soon as these words came out, not only Zhong Wentong and other students, but even Zhou Hao himself was stunned. He couldn't help but pointed at himself: "What, you want me to go on stage?"
Yang Jiabao on the stage smiled and said to Zhou Hao: "Classmate Zhou Hao, come up quickly, everyone is waiting."
Touching the sly smile in Yang Jiabao's eyebrows, Zhou Hao could only smile bitterly. This girl was probably dissatisfied that she hadn't come to see her during this period, so she deliberately wanted to punish herself.
Seeing the students around him casting curious glances at him, Zhou Hao couldn't just sit here and pretend as if nothing had happened, so he had to stand up, walk to the stage in full view of the public, and cast a glance at Yang Jiabao, who was standing in the center of the stage.
Angry eyes.
Yang Jiabao was naturally not afraid of Zhou Hao's blame. When Zhou Hao came to his side, he deliberately asked him: "Classmate Zhou Hao, I wonder what song you want to sing for everyone?"
Everyone in the audience looked at Zhou Hao, wondering which class this boy was from and why they had never seen him before?
Although no one in the audience knew Zhou Hao, because Zhou Hao was tall, handsome, and had an extraordinary temperament, he attracted the attention of many girls when he appeared on stage.
Facing the microphone brought by Yang Jiabao, Zhou Hao deliberately tried to embarrass her, so he said: "Well, I have a habit of singing with piano accompaniment. If there is no piano, I am not used to it."
Then Yang Jiabao smiled and said: "Our college lacks everything except musical instruments. Come and bring the piano."
Immediately, several boys pushed a grand piano onto the stage, and Yang Jiabao looked at Zhou Hao as if he was a slut.
Zhou Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that since he had come to this point, if Yang Jiabao was not satisfied, she might come up with something to deal with him tonight. So Zhou Hao sat down in front of the piano, and Yang Jiabao immediately
Mount the microphone on the stand and point it at Zhou Hao.
After tapping the microphone lightly, Zhou Hao said to the people in the audience: "I am honored to perform for you tonight, so I will present a song I wrote recently, to our beautiful classmate Yang Jiabao, and to all our classmates and teachers.
.The name of this song is "The Moon Can Represent My Heart", which is embarrassing."
Many people in the audience heard Zhou Hao's song title and thought he was going to sing Teresa Teng's "The Moon Represents My Heart". They couldn't help but cursed in their hearts: "How dare you say you wrote it yourself when you cover someone else's song?"
However, when Zhou Hao's fingers began to beat on the piano keys and a melody with a touch of sadness flowed out, those who originally wanted to watch Zhou Hao make a fool of themselves knew immediately that what Zhou Hao was going to sing was not that classic song.
"The Moon Represents My Heart".
Just listen to Zhou Hao's magnetic voice floating over the spacious venue through the microphone:
How much I love you and how much I miss you
It rained on the sidewalk outside the window
The pink rain has no explanation
Sighing to me behind the glass
Will my heart ache and my steps feel heavy?
I can't describe what love is
Anyway, missing you is as strong as black coffee
People who have never drank will not understand
You ask me how deeply I love you
The moon can represent my heart
no one can tell you
It’s just that they are not innocent enough
You ask me how deeply I love you
The moon can listen to my truth
Keep asking or give up
Not a kiss can explain
Listening to Zhou Hao's charming singing voice and looking at Zhou Hao's eyes as soft as moonlight, Yang Jiabao was unconsciously fascinated.