Shenhao: Please stop messing around

Chapter 281 Chapter 280, "Your Highness" (4K)

Another afternoon.

Heavy snow was falling outside the window and the heating in the house made people's lips chapped.

In a petty-bourgeois-style bookstore with warm orange-yellow lights, Lin Chu ordered a cup of pear soup and read a copy of "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" in his hand.

Changbai Mountain occupies a considerable space in this best-selling book, and the wealthy local cultural tourism has taken over, but it is hard to say who is piggybacking on whom, anyway, the place where I stayed is now called Genting Market.

In fact, originally, Lin Chu wanted to go skiing in the heavy snow. That would definitely be a crazy and exciting experience, like a wild dance between himself and the snowflakes, a feeling of being one with nature.

However, the ski resort is a bit timid. For safety reasons, the ski slopes are closed and entry is prohibited.

There is no other choice but to settle for the next best thing and read a novel out of boredom.

Cat winter.

This is the winter of cats.

The leisurely and lazy atmosphere permeated into his bones, making Lin Chu feel lazy. His mood was peaceful and worry-free.

To be honest, the white poison is really poisonous. Due to the recent high-intensity training, I have achieved "abstinence" in a passive sense. I have hardly touched women. Even when I enjoyed a massage, I only had a brief taste.

At the same time, because of the inconvenience of the ski resort, I even smoked less.

So when you walk from indoors to outdoors, light up a cigarette and inhale the smoke mixed with cold air deeply into your lungs, which inexplicably produces a doubled sense of comfort and refreshment.

Smoking in cold weather seems to make the cigarette more fragrant.

Ding dong.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

I took a look and saw it was from Liu Junfeng.

"Brother Chu, I want to borrow some money from you, 10 million. Haha, I really can't hold it back any longer. I still want to get in on this wave of market. Don't stop me, even if I'm a gambler. Because this is all my fixed assets at the moment, a house in Pengcheng, and three cars, which add up to about 10 million. If I really lose all my stocks, I'll give them all to you, and then you can support me. (shy)"

Seeing this long message, Lin Chu was speechless, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What is this called?
Borrowing money in a rogue manner.

It's something Old Liu can do.

In fact, he was the one who was really wavering. Before the National Day, he said he wanted to go traveling with me, so he was delayed for two days. As a result, he happened to catch up with this big stock market trend, and then he didn't rush to come out. It was probably because the little flame of making money in his heart was rekindled.

Making money is the cultural gene and intangible cultural heritage of the people of Pengcheng.

Now they are looking for financing on their own.

"Give me your account number. I'll transfer the money to you later. Go all in. Don't be a wimp."

Lin Chu replied with a smile.

There's nothing much to say, it's just 10 million. Don't even think about lending it to him. If he wants it, I'll give it to him myself.

Who made me the “big daddy”?

Old Liu hid his self-esteem tightly under his jokes and the greasy look of middle-aged people, and never showed it at all. But Lin Chu roughly knew that ever since his sports car club on the mountain was demolished by environmental protection forces, he had been somewhat depressed for a while, and even felt like lying down and letting things go. Now, seeing that the wind was coming, he became ambitious again.

that's true.

Which man is willing to achieve nothing and be unknown?

Unless there is really no other way.

Take myself for example. Even though I am now in a mood of traveling and enjoying the scenery, if there is really a particularly good opportunity that makes my blood boil and my ambition for career surge, I will definitely sit up in shock from my dying illness and roar like a dragon from the sky descending to the mortal world.

But now, I have learned more about how to relax and work hard and control the rhythm of my life.

Even without the virtual panel, Lin Chu felt that he could now be a qualified rich man - wealth comes from numerology, not from hard work.

It seems that this wave of market conditions is really a wind, a strong wind.

As early as two days ago, Teacher Meng, Lin Xiwan sent me a message to collect the debt.

When we first got together, in the gym's swimming pool, she took out all her belongings, $3 million, and asked me to help her get rich and see if there was any chance.

Now, because she "falls in love with every girl she meets", the distance between them seems a lot greater. In addition, with the current market situation, she probably feels that "men are unreliable". Although she is still working at the ball club, she is beating around the bush and saying that she is short of money.

I paid back the six million yuan, but it can't be said that we parted ways amicably. If I think about it later, it's no problem to go back to bed.

The extra three million can be considered as a gift to her.

With double profits, it seems that her image of "spending money fluently and making money wisely" has not collapsed in her mind.

If a problem can be solved with money, solve it with money.

It's just a string of numbers in a bank account.

Thinking about this, Lin Chu saw the account number sent by Liu Junfeng and transferred the money to him. Suddenly, a strange idea popped up in his mind.

After a little consideration, he sent a message to the core brothers group.

——"If you want to invest in stocks, you can now borrow money from me. The limit is 10 million. No other leverage is allowed. If you lose, it will be my responsibility. If you win, you will pay me back with interest."

"There are nine people in the group now. We will rank them according to the rate of return. Whoever wins more will be awesome. Go!"

I don't want to trade stocks, and I'm too lazy to learn. The rebate from the panel is countless times stronger than the stock market, even the casino can't compare to it. But... it doesn't stop me from having fun. Even if I lose it all, it's only 100 million. I might as well consider it as taking over for the country.

If my brothers are capable and make money, it will be like giving them a pot of gold.

The situation of great kindness turning into great hatred has not happened yet, and Lin Chu doesn't quite believe it will happen. It's not that he is too optimistic about human nature, but he is very confident in himself.

No matter how awesome you are, can you be as awesome as me?
Even if it really happened, it doesn’t matter. Just treat it as a sample for me to observe human diversity.

"I'll go? Okay, then you lend me 10 million, and I'll give it to you to hold on my behalf. You help me trade it, and if it makes a profit, I only need 50%."

Wang Zhefei, this "little smart guy", was the first to respond and proposed a genius plan, which was a model of getting something for nothing. When a trap fell from the sky, he was too lazy to open his mouth to catch it and had to chew it up and feed it to him.

Wang Zhefei seemed to think that his request was excessive, and he quickly sent another message: "Okay? Dad, my dear dad."

Lin Chu: …

"Don't call me dad, I don't have a rebellious son like you. Account, send it! Make it yourself!"

Lu Ming: "Hahahahahaha, I've already entered the market, and I got a few million from my dad, but no money is too much, thank you Brother Chu. @Brother Fei, if you want to hold the shares on my behalf, I can do that too. I only want 10% if I win, don't stop me, I'm so strong now! JPG."

He sent a screenshot of the securities software.

As shown above, in the past few trading days, the capital of more than 6 million has made a profit of more than 1.5 million, which can be considered as profit.

In this kind of market, those who don’t make money are always a minority.

Standing on the tuyere, pigs can fly.

Li Kai joined in the fun and said, "No wonder you haven't said much these past two days. It turns out you've been making a fortune quietly. I'll treat you tonight. I want to drink Romanee-Conti. I'm craving for it."

Lu Ming: "That's impossible. Two hundred thousand is enough for me to buy a bottle of Moutai. After two months, who knows how much it will increase. I only have one thousand yuan left in my WeChat account now, and I eat at home all the time!"

Hu Pingan: "Brother Ming is awesome! But Brother Chu, I don't trade stocks. I am now focusing on business, keeping my feet on the ground and rolling up my sleeves."

People who have died once are different. Steady.

Pretty damn steady.

Because of his age, Lu Ming probably never suffered any loss, but instead tasted the sweetness first.

But he is a rich second-generation and has never suffered any loss since childhood.

The group chat soon became heated, with all kinds of formal and informal jokes being made.

Lin Chu looked at them with a smile, and suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if this was a loving family.

"Hello……"

Suddenly, the vision darkened, and a figure with long sleeves appeared in front of him, blocking out the orange light, and a sweet female voice was heard.

Lin Chu looked up and saw an adult version of the "doll", with an adult's body, a doll's face, blonde hair, very white skin, and facial features that looked a bit elf-like. Her ethnicity was clearly that of a Mao girl, but she spoke Chinese and was wrapped in a pure white down jacket.

She held a sketch in her hand, tilted her head slightly, and handed it to Lin Chu with a smile.

"I just drew this for you. Do you like it?"

Lin Chu: Uh.

Strike up a conversation?

A smile quietly appeared at the corner of my mouth. This feeling is quite good. I have been in good spirits recently. I get a lot of attention when I walk on the street.

If you compare the photos taken half a year ago with those taken now, the difference is extremely obvious, a world of difference.

Half a year ago, my skin was dull, my eyes were dull, I was unkempt, and I looked just like a cow or a horse.

Now, she is so glamorous that she can go to work directly at the White Horse Club. I am not too confident to say that she may not be the top star, but she will definitely not be short of time.

"Thank you."

“It’s a very nice painting.”

Lin Chu glanced at her and smiled as if nothing had happened. He had no intention of inviting her to sit down and chat, and even seemed a little cold.

Want to pick me up?

Bring out your passion.

I had encountered this kind of encounter during my trip once before in Dali. The experience was wonderful at first and I gained a lot, but in the end, it raised my screening threshold for women a lot.

The nine-word mantra of not taking the initiative, not refusing, and not taking responsibility, the last six words are done very well, but the first three words are just the beginning.

This is an ideological imprint left over from the previous era of "fear of poverty" and must be corrected.

The cool and aloof male god will never go out of style.

Dong Niya looked at the cool and gentle boy in front of her, and sat down opposite Lin Chu gracefully: "I saw you over there and thought you were very elegant, like a prince."

"puff……"

"Cough cough..."

Lin Chu had just taken a sip of warm pear soup, and when he heard this, he immediately spat out most of it, soaking the book and choking his throat with a few drops of liquid.

"His Royal Highness" was feeling very uncomfortable and was trying hard to cough out the foreign object in his trachea.

What kind of Mary Sue expression is this?
Lin Chu wiped his mouth and looked at her with a mixture of laughter and tears. He was really speechless for a moment. Even the young couple, a boy and a girl, at the table next to him were giggling.

Dong Niya seemed to realize that there was something wrong with her language expression, and she blushed and apologized: "I'm sorry, my Chinese may not be very good."

"It's already pretty good. Read less romance novels in the future."

Lin Chu smiled and joked that the context and description of Chinese are really profound and extensive. This kind of sense of language is really too difficult for non-native speakers.

"Whoa whoa……"

"Can I meet you? My name is Tonya."

She shrugged and naturally extended her hand. Lin Chu glanced at her and gave her some face for this kind of flirting. He extended his hand and shook hers: "Lin Chu."

The messages in the group were still ringing. After Lin Chu read them, he continued to look at the girl sitting opposite him. She took out a mobile phone from her bag, opened the WeChat business card, and then pushed the screen in front of Lin Chu, blinked, and pursed her lips slightly, looking a little nervous.

To be honest, girls from the fighting nation are really direct.

Lin Chu smiled and scanned it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the man at the next table giving me a thumbs up - man, this is awesome, a Mao girl actually took the initiative to chat with me!
It's not a big deal either.

If you are flattered when a Mao girl strikes up a conversation with you, then that actually indicates a deep-seated inferiority complex.

I'm a fucking male god, is it strange that someone actively approaches me?

Sitting idly and chatting casually, Lin Chu figured out her identity.

An art student from Moscow University, she came to Changbai Mountain to sketch, she is a sophomore, her grandfather is a soldier, her grandmother is a soldier, her parents are all soldiers, her three older brothers are also soldiers, and her younger brother will soon be a soldier... her family is so famous that it can't be more famous - she didn't ask this herself, but she said it on her own initiative.

Perhaps because she was protected too well by her family since she was a child, she has a simple and naive look, but her conversation also reveals that she comes from a fairly wealthy family.

She can be considered...a white, rich and beautiful girl in Moscow.

This girl has a mysterious admiration for "traditional Chinese culture", but she is not good at adapting to the local customs. She mixes in a lot of words that are quite characteristic of the times. She has read a lot of ancient romance novels, a lot of scar literature, and she should have watched a lot of Mary Sue TV dramas. Her head is full of pink shit.

"So you came here alone?"

Lin Chu asked casually. The conversation was already getting quite heated and interesting. Anyway, the snow was getting thicker outside, so they might as well just kill time.

"Well, I came from Heihe, but I like this side more, so I've been staying here."

"Your family is comfortable letting you come out alone?"

“Isn’t China the safest country in the world?”

She asked while blinking her long eyelashes, her tone full of matter-of-factness, which made Lin Chu speechless for a moment, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

WTF?

Convert fanaticism?
However, naturally, a sense of red national pride also arises in my heart.

"Besides, I'm a black belt in Taekwondo. Don't underestimate me, I'm very powerful!"

She made a fist gesture and clenched her long, white hands into fists.

Lin Chu: …

Tsk.

The milk is fierce. The milk is fierce.

But, little sister, the danger does not lie in the threat of force, but in the scumbag's sugar-coated bullets. Believe it or not...he can deceive you into losing everything?
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(End of this chapter)