Now that I'm reborn, it's not too much to be a rich, white and beautiful woman, right?

After returning to China, Zeng Xiaofan accepted interviews from the media, which made her a hot topic again.

People are very curious to know what valuable experience Buffett has passed on to her, and they also want to know which domestic stocks the stock god is more interested in and which stocks have potential.

Zeng Xiaofan, who has figured out what she really wants, is determined to make money and go all out to speed up the realization of her dream of becoming a billionaire.

Therefore, in the media interview, Zeng Xiaofan relayed Buffett's views to the media: "Don't short, don't borrow money, and don't do industries you don't understand."

These thirteen words later became Zeng Xiaofan's investment principles.

However, the media still exaggerated the process of the two people's meal, saying that the stock god Buffett was very optimistic about a stock recommended by Zeng Xiaofan, and even added fuel to the fire. As soon as the news came out, the stock unsurprisingly soared by several percentage points under the halo of Buffett. Zeng Xiaofan earned nearly 2000 million RMB with this stock.

At this time, Zeng Xiaofan's wealth had accumulated to a certain level, reaching the point where money makes money and money rolls over money.

The next day, Zeng Xiaofan's house for living in Yanjing was renovated. The new home was located in a residential area next to Maosheng Street, relatively close to his Lianjia Real Estate Company.

Considering her last experience traveling abroad, she secretly thought that next time she went abroad, she would never travel with a tour group again.

Thinking of this, Zeng Xiaofan suddenly had an idea that he could register as a couchsurfer and offer his own sofa as a service.

The so-called couch surfing means "sleeping on someone else's couch".

The word "couchsurfing" comes from a global couchsurfing self-guided travel website.

It was founded by a young American named Fant on January 2003, 1. The idea was inspired by his experience of staying in a hostel during a trip abroad.

This novel and money-saving feature quickly spread among trendsetters. One can apply to have a sofa provided or to borrow one.

Zeng Xiaofan applied for couchsurfing and after being provided with a couch, he soon forgot about it.

Until one day after class, Zeng Xiaofan received a call from a foreign number.

An English-speaking boy called and introduced himself politely. His name was Micheal, he was from the United States, he was 23 years old, graduated from university, and planned to travel to China. He would come to Yanjing the day after tomorrow and asked if he could use Zeng Xiaofan's sofa.

After checking, he found that Mike had an excellent credit, so Zeng Xiaofan readily agreed.

Soon, Mike arrived in Yanjing on time. He was surprised at the development of China's domestic transportation and the cleanliness, tidiness and safety of the city. He took the subway to Maosheng Street.

Zeng Xiaofan was checking the daily work reports of his employees at Lianjia Real Estate at this time.

After receiving Mike's call again, Zeng Xiaofan drove to pick up Mike.

Mike is 1.9 meters tall, very tall and handsome, with blue eyes that look a little melancholy and long eyelashes that flicker. He has the natural cold white skin of Caucasians, and with his deep facial features, he is so handsome that it is a bit unfair.

However, the beautiful and confident Zeng Xiaofan also gave Mike a feeling that was completely different from the Chinese students he had met.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Mike smiled warmly.

"Me too, nice to meet you, Mike." Zeng Xiaofan took the initiative to shake hands with Mike.

So he drove Mike to his home in Yanjing, opened the door, and a white lacquered grand piano instantly caught his attention.

"Do you like playing the piano too?" Mike's eyes lit up instantly.

"Yes, but my playing is average. I'm still a beginner."

"Can I play it?" Mike smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth.

"of course."

"Great." After saying that, Mike walked to the piano with great interest, opened the dust cover, sat down, and began his performance smoothly.

Mike sat there playing the piano with great concentration, notes flowing slowly from his fingertips. His slender hands, with distinct joints, skillfully played beautiful melodies.

Mike is a handsome guy, and the feeling of him sitting down and playing the piano almost made Zeng Xiaofan dizzy.

Zeng Xiaofan was born with no resistance to people who could play the piano, no matter if they were boys or girls.

After the performance, Zeng Xiaofan clapped his hands in appreciation.

"Do you like playing the piano too, Little Pink?" Mike doesn't speak Chinese.

When Zeng Xiaofan told Mike his name, he seemed to have a big tongue and couldn't straighten it out: "Xiao Fen~xiao fen~".

"No, no, no, it's not Xiaofen, it's Xiaofan. Xiaofan!" Zeng Xiaofan corrected patiently.

"My name is Xiaofan. Read it with me: Fo-an-fan, Xiaofan."

"Okay, Xiaofan, I'm a little hungry. Do you have any food at home? I feel like I'm really starving." Mike said, covering his stomach.

Since the new house was renovated, Zeng Xiaofan has left it vacant for a period of time in order to remove formaldehyde. She usually sleeps in the dormitory, which feels more lively and convenient for classes, and she is too lazy to run back and forth.

Therefore, there was nothing to eat in the new home.

Zeng Xiaofan shrugged and replied, "I can't cook without food."

"Okay then, is there a supermarket nearby? I plan to buy some and cook at home. I just graduated and don't have a job yet, so I want to save some money." Mike sincerely laid out his financial situation, saying he wanted to cook at home and save some money.

He looked at Zeng Xiaofan with some anticipation, his blue eyes sparkling with stars.

So the two of them drove to the supermarket.

Mike bought a lot of food, some daily necessities, snacks, beer, etc. Zeng Xiaofan also bought some chocolates, biscuits and the like.

When Mike got home, he rolled up his sleeves and tinkered in the kitchen for a long time.

He said to Zeng Xiaofan excitedly: "Xiaofen, you must taste my specialty later!"

"Please, my name is Xiaofan, not Xiaofen." Zeng Xiaofan corrected again.

"Okay, Xiaofan, wait a moment, the delicious food will be ready soon!"

"Half a century later", Zeng Xiaofan was sitting on the sofa waiting, and was about to fall asleep, when Mike finally finished cooking his "dish".

He brought it up happily and asked Xiaofan to taste the delicacy from his hometown together.

What he calls delicious is: a big plate of vegetable salad, two homemade sandwiches, and a fried egg.

"Little Pink, come and try the delicious food I made."

"It's Xiaofan!" Zeng Xiaofan took a bite of the vegetable salad with a look of despair, thinking, this is also called a dish? Just this? ?

"Xiaofan, how is it, not bad, right?" Mike felt full of accomplishment and was waiting for Zeng Xiaofan's praise with anticipation.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious and well made. I won't make it again next time." Zeng Xiaofan was too tired to complain.

When it comes to food, China has to be the first.