Take advantage of the enemy's amnesia

Zhong Yu didn't know how Fang Zhixin did it, but she knew what the rising and falling curves on the screen represented.

It is money, and it can be a lot of money.

It's what she needs most right now.

What Zhong Yu didn't know was that Fang Zhixin had been here for more than a day or two. The other party would pass by this securities company on the way to school every day. Once she walked in by chance, only then did she realize that the complicated data on the computer screen was in her It has become so simple in the eyes.

This is not the first time such a bizarre incident has happened. Fang Zhixin accepted that he is an extraordinary genius.

Her demonstration quickly attracted other people's attention. Everyone praised each other, but the eyes that looked at Fang Zhixin were full of greed that was about to overflow.

Some people even began to pry into Zhong Yu's privacy.

"Miss, is this your sister or your daughter who is so powerful?"

"Miss, are you interested in leaving a contact information?"

"Miss……"

Fang Zhixin is still immersed in all kinds of flattery... She likes this feeling very much.

It's like being lifted up by everyone, and it feels like it's about to float.

She also felt this kind of feeling not long ago, when she won the championship on the podium of the knowledge contest, that time when everyone was watching.

She had a hunch.

I should be born in such praise.

She deserves any praise - I don't know where this idea came from, but Fang Zhixin is very sure.

"How about sister?" She pursed her lips and looked up at Zhong Yu triumphantly, waiting for the other party's praise, her heart and eyes full of anticipation.

But Zhong Yu didn't.

"Wait, I'll take care of you when I get home!" Zhong Yu's complexion was not good, she pushed Fang Zhixin to the side of the road, and then waved to stop a taxi and drove away .

In the car, Fang Zhixin was a little nervous.

The complacent and proud emotions just now have disappeared, replaced by anxiety.

He put his hands together on his knees, and turned his head to look at Zhong Yu who was sitting next to him from time to time - Zhong Yu had a sullen face that was obviously unhappy to the naked eye.

"Sister?" Back home, Fang Zhixin finally opened his mouth tentatively: "Did I do something wrong that made you angry?"

Zhong Yu ignored her, just changed his shoes and walked towards the bedroom.

Such an attitude made Fang Zhixin even more flustered, and she quickly chased after Zhong Yu's buttocks and started incoherent self-criticism.

"I know I'm wrong sister..."

"I shouldn't be skipping class and running around."

"I shouldn't forget your phone number."

"I……"

Fang Zhixin wanted to continue talking, but at this moment Zhong Yu suddenly turned around, and saw that the computer that was originally on the desk had arrived in Zhong Yu's hands at some point.

"What are you?" Zhong Yu directly interrupted her: "You really don't care about human affairs, Fang Zhixin, you didn't tell me earlier that you have this kind of skill, and you secretly went to the securities company to show off, you really—"

"What is it?" Fang Zhixin was cautious.

"It's really excellent!" Zhong Yu swallowed all the curse words that came to his lips.

Her mood at the moment can be said to be mixed with love and hate. On the one hand, she is angry at Fang Zhixin's running around and causing people to worry.

Isn't the one in front of her a humanoid plug-in machine?

Zhong Yu then put the laptop in his arms on the bed, opened it and pushed it directly in front of Fang Zhixin: "How did you operate outside just now, now do it again."

Fang Zhixin glanced at her, and then came to the computer: "I need to open an account."

"You open one for me."

"Those who need money in the account." Fang Zhixin paused: "Sister, do you have money?"

Zhong Yu: ...

This sentence is a question sentence, it's not that Fang Zhixin looks down on Zhong Yu's wallet or something, it's because she knows the situation at home too well.

Zhong Yu may not have other things, but money...it's hard to say.

"Of course I do!" Perhaps because she felt that she was losing face, she got up and went into her bag to get her wallet.

It was still the wallet from yesterday, and the cards from yesterday. Because the police arrived in time, the money in it was kept.

——At least that's what Zhong Yu thinks, it's definitely not that the money is so little that the debtors don't want to take it.

She put out all the cards and began to bind them to the mobile phone, transferring all the balance in it to her own change.

After everything was done, Zhong Yu squatted beside the bed and looked at Fang Zhixin again: "I'll give you all this money, how much can you help me earn?"

She also knew some tycoons in the financial world before, and knew something about stock trading, but she just knew that ordinary people couldn't make this kind of money.

But Zhong Yu also knew that the person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person before he had brain problems.

It's just that she only knew that Fang Zhixin was not normal before the brain problem, but she didn't expect to be so abnormal after the brain problem.

Fang Zhixin only thought that Zhong Yu was looking at her at the moment like a stray dog ​​who had been hungry for a long time on the street and saw a meaty bone. She took the phone in Zhong Yu's hand and looked at the balance of the change: 5000, two hundred and twenty-one yuan and thirty cents, It is more than 21 less than when I saw it yesterday.

"Sister, how much do you still owe others?"

"I'm not sure." Zhong Yu was taken aback by this question, but he still thought about it seriously for a while: "Maybe hundreds of millions?"

The money was owed by her parents, she really didn't know it very well.

"..." Fang Zhixin took another look at the balance of the change, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The direction of the market can only be predicted rather than predicted, and there is no eternal stock god in the stock market, only leeks and sickles.

Although Fang Zhixin has skills in this area, she is just a mortal. She can only analyze and guess the direction of the market based on what is in her mind.

Even if you can succeed nine times out of ten, the only failure may be a huge loss, not to mention that it will take a long time for such a low principal to snowball into hundreds or thousands of times.

How long will it take to pay off these tens of millions?

Fang Zhixin couldn't give an exact time either.

When Zhong Yu calmed down, he also felt that this was not a very feasible solution, and the two of them fell into silence at the same time.

Suddenly the phone rang, and the ringtone seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

"Hey?"

"..."

Zhong Yu picked up the phone and said a few words to the other person, then took a look at Fang Zhixin and walked out of the bedroom, but the voice of her call could still be heard in the bedroom.

"Parent-child programs?" She raised the volume, and her beautiful eyebrows were also tightly frowned: "Maybe it's not good."

Zhong Yu: "Our children are very afraid of having a mental illness and cannot see people. If they are exposed to mirrors, they may fall ill."

"Hmm, yes."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I feel sorry too."

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Yu stood on the spot holding the phone and spit lightly, looking very disdainful.

When she turned around, she saw Fang Zhixin standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at her.

"Sister," Fang Zhixin asked, "Are you talking about me because you have a mental illness and can't see people?"

Zhong Yu: ...

It's really embarrassing to speak ill of someone behind their back and be heard by the person concerned.

Zhong Yu pretended to be calm and walked towards Fang Zhixin: "That's all an excuse I made up randomly, did you hear that?"

She explained as she walked: "The director of a program just called and said that he wanted to invite us to participate in a parent-child program."

Fang Zhixin's performance in the children's knowledge competition before may have been seen by some interested people, and then he managed to get the phone number of Zhong Yu, the 'parent'.

Before he could say a few words, Zhong Yu raised his voice: "Isn't it outrageous for you to be asked to take you to a parent-child program?"

"Do I look like a daughter your age??"

Fang Zhixin looked at Zhong Yu with his eyes wide open, and didn't know what to say to refute this statement for a while.

What can I say, at the beginning she almost thought she really had such a young mother, but fortunately, Zhong Yu is poor enough.

It is because Zhong Yu is too poor that Fang Zhixin feels that the possibility of the other party being his mother is greatly reduced.

Because she felt that poor families could not raise such an excellent child as herself.

While thinking, Zhong Yu's phone rang again.

She picked up her cell phone and saw it was the same number she just called.

"Hello!" Zhong Yu answered the phone again: "Didn't you just say no..."

Fang Zhixin only heard Zhong Yu raise his volume just now, but he didn't know what the other party said, and then suddenly lowered it. Not only did he lower his voice, but the expression on his face became much gentler.

After getting along with Zhong Yu for such a long time, even if there is no blood relationship, but they have been together day and night, Fang Zhixin immediately murmured in his heart, maybe the person on the phone offered some conditions that made Zhong Yu's heart flutter, so the other party His attitude suddenly softened.

Thinking about it this way, the other party's subsequent change in attitude really confirmed her guess.

Zhong Yu was still communicating with the person on the other side of the phone, but he occasionally glanced at Fang Zhixin while talking, that feeling...

Fang Zhixin shuddered. The last experience of being sent to the children's comprehensive knowledge competition by Zhong Yu was still fresh in her memory. She always felt as if she was being missed again.

Without saying a word, she turned around and walked to the bedroom, and began to sit in front of the computer and continue to study the stock market graph.

But Zhong Yu's voice on the phone can still come through——

"Oh……"

"Is that so, I'll think about it."

"Let me discuss it with the child. Does it have to be parent-child?"

"Okay, I'll think about it and give you an answer later."

……

Not long after, Zhong Yu hung up the phone and re-entered the bedroom.

Fang Zhixin could feel that the other party's eyes fell on her as soon as she entered the room. She held her breath and focused all her attention on the computer screen so as not to be distracted, but it didn't have much effect.

After a while, the mattress next to her was slightly sunken, and Zhong Yu sat down next to her: "Little Xingxing..."

Fang Zhixin's eyelids also jumped with the sound of the little star.

She had figured out the rules, every time Zhong Yu called her by her nickname, it was no good.

"The director who called me before just called me again and they said—"

"How much can I give?" Fang Zhixin was not prepared to listen to Zhong Yu's nice prefixes, so she asked the most important condition directly.

Under the current situation, there is nothing else that can make Zhong Yu suddenly change his attitude except enough money. Although she is small, she can still see this.

"One hundred thousand." Zhong Yu raised his hand and made a gesture, and at the same time felt incredible, how could the former self bow his head for 10 yuan?

"If they can win the program championship, the program team will reward another 20 yuan, a total of 30 yuan." In this way, they have the capital to speculate in stocks.

Paying off the arrears is also just around the corner.

"So little Xingxing..." Zhong Yu smiled and didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

Fang Zhixin: ...

"Can I not go?" She was very embarrassed. Fang Zhixin was completely unwilling to do such a thing with a clearly marked price. It felt like he had put a label on himself and then sold it in the market.

The girl's faint eyebrows became more obvious. She was very awkward and said the reason why she was reluctant to go: "I don't know why, but I always have a feeling that even 300 million may not be enough. my worth."

What's more, it's so mere [-]? ?

That's simply too little!

Compared with Fang Zhixin's reluctance, Zhong Yu is more realistic.

When Zhong Yu heard such words, he directly held the other person's face, as if earnestly waking up a person who was daydreaming: "Wake up baby, you are worthless."