Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 95: Dancing Scythe (Part 2)

"You're so bad!" Chen Tingting manipulated it for a long time, then turned around, her face full of complaints without any pretense, and lightly punched Ning Bishu with her little pink fist in a scolding manner. Her little mouth was pouted high, and her eyes were full of anger, but she didn't dare to really get angry.

Ning Bishu held her in his arms, and the two of them whispered in each other's ears for a while. Chen Tingting was feeling it, but Ning Bishu suddenly let her go and walked to the balcony alone. Chen Tingting was touched to the point of being overwhelmed, but she couldn't really pester Ning Bishu for it, so she gritted her teeth, glared at Ning Bishu's back, and could only go to bed obediently.

I held a pillow in my arms and clamped another between my legs. After a while, I fell asleep quickly.

Ning Bishu didn't come back for a long time.

He just stood on the balcony, overlooking the prosperous corner of Shanghai.

It was almost four in the morning, and the foreign concessions were still bustling with activity.

From time to time, luxury cars whizzed past on the road.

The rich young men partying on the streets in the early morning seems to be part of the city’s culture and strength.

There are also two-wheeled electric vehicles shuttling through the streets and alleys.

Wearing a helmet, with takeout boxes in the back of his car, he earns 20 to 30 yuan an hour.

Ning Bishu was holding a glass of red wine and leaning on the railing, looking into the distance.

The night wind blows, but there is no smell of money in the air.

But he could indeed see the glittering glow of money in the dark night.

Rich people can buy whatever they want here at any time.

Ning Bishu raised his head and gulped down a big mouthful of red wine.

This wine is of excellent quality.

Ning Bishu drank for several days and didn't feel any hangover when he woke up.

2500 yuan a bottle, not particularly expensive.

It’s just his parents’ future pension for one month.

"This is not bad at all. There are people who are worse off than this..."

Ning Bishu suddenly seemed to hear someone say this in his ear.

Turning around, there was no one on the balcony.

He was stunned for a moment and grinned.

I heard an auditory hallucination...

After being blown by the wind on the balcony for more than half an hour, Ning Bishu finally couldn't stand it anymore and went back into the house.

Chen Tingting was already sleeping in bed, snoring softly.

She has been working hard these days, exercising so much every day...

But Ning Bishu himself couldn't explain why his physical condition had improved so much.

It seems that the transformation of the mental state has really affected the body.

He didn't wake up Chen Tingting, but just sat there quietly.

I feel a little sleepy, but I just don’t want to sleep.

He took out his cell phone and opened the X blog that he hadn't read for several days because he was banned from posting.

After not checking for a few days, his X-blog followers have exceeded 100 million...

Ning Bishu was quite surprised.

But it's not particularly unexpected.

He suddenly became curious and searched for information about the show he recorded yesterday morning.

In a short while, thousands of pieces of information were quickly found.

"Two hundred million in the account."

"Less than a month."

"Borrowed 60 million..."

The edited videos are extremely short.

A video can be as short as seven or eight seconds, and as long as a dozen seconds at most.

Ning Bishu flipped through the book silently for a while and then stopped reading.

There is no doubt that he was definitely being used this time.

"What a shameless organization, what a shameless banker. How much money can I make?" Ning Bishu sneered and shook his head.

I closed Xbo and started checking Xhu again.

It seemed like it was meaningless, from four o'clock to five o'clock, and from five o'clock to dawn.

I waited until a ray of sunlight rose in the east, illuminating this city that never sleeps.

He glanced at the time.

It’s only 6:30.

How come there are still three hours...

Time goes so slowly.

……

"What are you doing up so early today?" Ye Qihui woke up at Ning Guorong's home in Xzhou to find him already in his study, staring at his computer and sipping coffee. A few biscuit wrappers lay on the table. "It's spring now! A year's plans begin with spring. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a healthy body." Ning Guorong always spoke like this. He wouldn't answer directly, but often, this non-answer served as a conversational spark.

Of course Ye Qihui understood him.

She walked behind Ning Guorong and looked at the screen full of news about XX Media and "Nezha 2". She couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, you want to buy it back?"

Ning Guorong finally confessed, "After selling it on Friday, I felt a little reluctant to part with it."

Ye Qihui said, "If you buy it back today, won't it be more expensive?"

"It doesn't matter if it's too expensive." Ning Guorong turned and looked at her and smiled, "The key is that as long as it can increase for one more day, it will still be 20%. Don't you want to make money from this?"

"I think so," Ye Qihui said, "but if you sell and buy back, what if you get stuck today?"

Ning Guorong smiled and said, "If you're stuck, just add some more. I'm not going to throw all my money in at once."

Ye Qihui asked: "How much do you want to buy?"

"It depends." Ning Guorong was ambiguous.

Ye Qihui was quiet for a moment and said, "Why don't we wait until the afternoon to see and don't buy it in the morning."

Ning Guorong frowned slightly and replied softly, "Yeah."

Ye Qihui didn't say anything more and went to wash up.

It doesn’t matter that Ning Guorong doesn’t have to go to work every day now, since the factory has no business anyway.

But she can't.

She still has two years before she reaches retirement age.

……

"Xianxian, you said you weren't going to work anymore. What do you mean?" Elsewhere, in a mid-range residential complex in X Prefecture, Song Xianxian woke up before 6:6 AM. Normally, she'd set six alarms for work, but today, before the alarms even went off, she'd already impatiently jumped out of bed, her mind racing with blood, all she could think about was making a name for herself today.

She even memorized by heart what text to post on her Moments to celebrate her victory today, and was just waiting to post a "screenshot of her victory record" later. Everything was ready, and she just had to bend down to pick up the money.

So at this moment, she seemed extremely impatient with her mother's nagging.

"If you don't understand, don't ask questions!"

"I'm not asking! If you mess around with my account and get scammed, it'll be fatal!"

Last night, Song Xianxian's mother couldn't stand her pestering and finally handed over the stock account to her.

The money in the account is not that much.

But more than 300,000 yuan is not a small amount for an ordinary family.

If you lose it all, you as a mother will still feel sad.

Of course, in the stock market, it's theoretically impossible to lose everything. Even if you're stuck, as long as you hold on patiently, your stock will eventually recover, whether it takes ten or twenty years.

"No! Don't bother me! You'll know soon!"

Song Xianxian was furious. Her mind was completely consumed by the thought of making money as quickly as possible, so she could become the richest woman in X Prefecture, the stock god of China. Then she would have to find someone to kill Ning Bishu! She would have to ruin his reputation! She would have to make him socially obliterated!
Oh, and there are those two loser and disabled parents in his family!
I must make them kneel down and beg me!

I'll throw a few copper coins into their bowls like I'm sending away beggars...

Looking at their painful and helpless expressions at that time will make them regret giving birth to that beast Ning Bishu!

"Xianxian, you can't not go to work. It's okay if you want to trade stocks, but trading stocks can't be considered a job..."

"Get lost! You're making so much noise! ​​What do you know? Leave me be!"

Without giving her mother a chance to say a word, Song Xianxian jumped up from her chair and, using all her strength, pushed her mother out of the room. With a bang, she slammed the door shut.

Her mother stood outside the door, wanting to say something but stopping herself and shaking her head.

I thought she would know when she suffered losses.

It’s just one morning, how much can you lose?
Unexpectedly, inside the house, Song Xianxian picked up her mobile phone and opened a banking application, then clicked on the loan page.

After all, if Ning Bishu can do it, why can't she?

……

At the same time, BJ, at Guo Chen's home.

At 6:45, Guo Chen sat on the edge of the bed, holding his mobile phone, his eyes full of panic and anticipation.

There was just an extra 200 million in his bank account yesterday.

The funds have not been transferred to the stock account yet.

His breathing was slightly trembling.

Then I searched online for the latest news about "Nezha 2".

The box office has exceeded 117 billion...

It is about to become the world's number one box office animated film.

Although he still insisted that the film was bad and that Chinese people had poor aesthetic taste, none of this mattered now.

Since these idiots are determined to elevate this kind of animation to a level it doesn't belong to, why shouldn't I just go along with them and make some stupid money? Even a jerk like Ning Bishu can make money, so why should I stick to my original intention and fight the market?
Some people just deserve to be taken advantage of!

"Yes... they deserve it!"

A murderous glint flashed across Guo Chen's eyes. He then picked up his phone and fiercely replied to a netizen on Xbo who had urged him to eat shit: "Fuck you, idiot! Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)