A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Then came another limit up.

"Wow? 10% per day? That's a pretty good return."

As a result, just as the market was about to close on the third day, Su Chen watched as the stock plummeted by 5%.

"Wow! It's only been three days and it's already started?"

Actually, it was because Su Chen watched it late.

This stock has actually held firm for half a month, and many retail investors decided to enter the market after seeing it rise for so long.

It's only been two days.

Su Chen had originally planned to invest some money to play around with it, but now he thinks it's better to forget about it.

It's not as stable as the Bitcoin he invested in.

[South of the Sun: Are you there? You didn't go check the stock market too, did you? I hate men who play the stock market.]

[A quiet kind of happiness: You complain to me about this, so I have to think of a solution for you, right?]

[South of the Sun: You have a way? Don't lie to me!]

[A quiet kind of happiness: It existed before, but it disappeared after you mentioned it~]

[South of the Sun: Oh dear~ I was just saying~ I was wrong, okay?]

[A low-key happiness: Words lack sincerity, so I'll send a voice message.]

Su Chen laughed at what he had just said.

He became increasingly adept at using this semi-threatening tactic.

"I'm a born villain, but it's so cool to be a villain!"

Jiang Nansun saw the message on her phone.

She pouted.

"What? They didn't even tell me the method, and they want me to use voice recording? What if it's fake?"

Jiang Nansun rolled over in bed, and then the bedroom door was opened.

"Dad! Why didn't you knock again!"

"Oh, my dear daughter, someone has introduced you to a nice boy. That's why I'm so eager to tell you. Next time, I'll definitely pay attention next time."

"That's how many 'next times' it's already."

Ignoring Jiang Nansun's complaints, Jiang Pengfei took his phone and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Daughter, look at this boy. He’s 1.85 meters tall, handsome, and a senior executive at a foreign company. If you two become boyfriend and girlfriend, you definitely won’t lose out.”

Jiang Nansun didn't even look at it, rolling her eyes: "So, who's at a disadvantage, me or you? I've already said it, I'm not your money-making tool! And I have a boyfriend!"

"Really?" Jiang Pengfei was taken aback.

I never imagined that my daughter would have a boyfriend.

How did they manage to keep it so secret?

I've never heard of it before.

"What does he look like? Is he handsome? What's his family's financial situation like? If his family is too poor, I won't agree. Has he bought a house in Shanghai yet...?"

Jiang Nansun couldn't help but push his father out when he heard him nagging.

"You don't need to worry about these things. You should focus on managing your stocks and make sure they don't fall any further."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Jiang Pengfei couldn't help but say, "What kind of daughter is this? Can't she see her old man making some money? All she thinks about is falling down."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! It's 'increase'! A huge increase, an absolute increase!!!"

Hearing the horrified exclamations outside, Jiang Nansun, who was inside the room, shuddered.

"Dad has gone mad; this can't go on!"

Jiang Nansun picked up her phone again.

Look at the words above.

"Ugh~ My dad just came over again, still trying to set me up with someone, and he kept talking about his stocks. Please help me out~~~"

Jiang Nansun sent the voice message and listened to it once.

I shuddered.

I doubt I'd ever say something so cloying again in my life.

Su Chen saw that the other party had actually sent a voice message.

I listened to it once.

He shuddered as well.

"..." This woman's coquettishness is truly irresistible.

[A Quiet Joy: Since you're such a good girl, I'll tell you some inside information: the stock your dad bought will hit the daily limit for two more days.]

[South of the Sun: Huh? It'll go up again? He'll be ecstatic! What kind of solution is this? I want my money back!!!]

[A Quiet Way to Happiness: Don't rush. On the third day, near the market close, that stock will drop by 3%. Tell him this information. Whether he believes it or not, once it takes effect, won't he be begging you to tell him the stock recommendation?]

"Yeah! Wait, no, no! How can I possibly tell them which stock it is?"

Jiang Nansun was initially delighted upon seeing the message, but then he realized what was happening.

She's not a stock market guru.

How could anyone accurately predict which stock would rise?

Jiang Nansun looked at his phone.

"Is he planning to become my behind-the-scenes strategist?"

[South of the Sun: So, you're planning to help me?]

A low-key kind of happiness: That depends on your sincerity.

"Uncle~ please help me~~~"

Jiang Nansun blushed.

I just realized that this kind of message wouldn't be sent a second time.

The reality check came so quickly.

[A low-key happiness: One message a month, earning three days' worth of profit per message—that's enough for him. Just tell him directly.]

"What are you looking at? You seem so focused."

Just as I finished sending the message, a voice suddenly appeared in front of me.

Su Chen looked up and immediately gasped.

What came into view was a pair of black stockings.

Look up.

Li Meng changed into a short skirt pajama set.

The white pajamas highlighted her beautiful legs, making Su Chen unable to look away.

Looking at this outfit...

There's no need to always think their cheongsams are bad; in fact, they can be even more alluring.

Especially at this point in time.

Su Chen loosened his grip.

I stood up, walked over to you, and picked her up horizontally.

Silky smooth to the touch.

"Don't mess around... um... cough cough cough."

"You rascal, you have no sense of chivalry..."

.........

On the other side of the phone.

Upon seeing this message, Jiang Nansun quickly opened the door and ran out.

He even forgot to put on his shoes.

When he got downstairs, he saw his dad watching TV and jumped over to Jiang Pengfei's side in a few steps.

Her long, flowing hair fell down.

Draped over the shoulders.

Stray strands of hair covered her forehead, giving her both the demureness of a rich girl and the straightforwardness of a tomboy.

What angered Jiang Pengfei was this decisiveness.

“Daughter, you should be more mindful of your status. Don’t act like a tomboy all the time. It’s really affecting your image.”