Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Even now, Liu Jun still feels like he's dreaming.

Gu Heng didn't say anything, but directly counted out 15,000 yuan from the pile of money and stuffed it into Liu Jun's arms without saying a word.

"Uncle, this 10,000 is for your hard work. Take the other 5,000 to pay back the money you owed Uncle Li for playing cards."

Liu Jun was stunned, holding the 15,000 yuan.

He stared at Gu Heng in shock, opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

This kid... even knows about this?

Did they plant a listening device on him?

Finally, he hugged the money tightly to his chest and nodded heavily.

"Call me anytime if you need anything in the future."

After seeing off his absent-minded uncle, only Gu Heng and Yang Mi remained in the room.

Gu Heng picked up a pen and began to calculate quickly on a blank sheet of paper.

"The total prize money is 176,000. After giving my uncle 15,000 as a reward for his hard work, there is still 161,000 left."

He pushed the paper in front of Yang Mi.

"As agreed before, you'll take 30% of the profits, which is 45,300 yuan. Add that to your initial investment of 8,000 yuan, and you'll have a total of 53,300 yuan."

Gu Heng quickly counted out Yang Mi's portion and pushed it in front of her.

"Here's your first pot of gold for the future superstar."

Yang Mi looked at the huge sum of money in front of her, blinked twice, and did not immediately take it.

She bit her lip and suddenly pushed her eight thousand yuan principal back to Gu Heng.

"I'll keep the profits, but you can use the principal for now."

"Don't you have some big plans? The money is just sitting there with me anyway."

At this point, she suddenly grinned, her tone becoming both cute and fierce.

"But it's the same as before: if you lose money, you'll have to pay for it with your body! From now on, you'll have to buy me whatever I want to eat, be available whenever I call, and there's no salary!"

Looking at her feigned fierceness but actually arrogant demeanor, Gu Heng felt a warmth in his heart and didn't act coy.

"OK."

"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Gu to be Miss Yang's unpaid long-term worker."

Finally, after the distribution, Yang Mi returned home satisfied with the huge sum of 45,300 yuan.

In Gu Heng's hands lay the first cornerstone of his future business empire, totaling 105,700 yuan.

That evening, the atmosphere at the Yang family's house was a bit strange.

When Yang Mi slammed tens of thousands of yuan on the dinner table and excitedly announced that she had become a little rich woman, Ms. Yang Chunling's reaction was one of shock and joy.

Her father, the policeman named Yang Xiaolin, remained silent throughout, simply smoking quietly with a furrowed brow.

After dinner, he called his daughter to the study.

He needs to find out the truth about this.

Good heavens, this will affect my career!

The next day, Gu Heng received a summons call from Yang Xiaolin.

"Xiao Heng, do you have time? Come to my house, Uncle has something to tell you."

When Gu Heng entered the Yang family home, Yang Xiaolin was sitting on the sofa in the living room making tea; he was the only one at home.

He was dressed in civilian clothes, but his aura as a police officer was still undiminished.

"Hello, Uncle." Gu Heng greeted him politely.

Yang Xiaolin pointed to the sofa opposite.

"sit."

He poured Gu Heng a cup of tea; the aroma of the tea wafted through the air, and the atmosphere was somewhat serious.

"I've heard about your mistress."

Yang Xiaolin got straight to the point.

"170,000 is not a small amount of money for kids your age. I want to hear your thoughts. How could you dare to take 10,000 yuan to gamble on something with such a low probability?"

If it were Yang Xiaosong in this situation, facing the imposing aura of this veteran detective, he would probably have been so scared that his legs would have gone weak and he would have confessed everything.

Gu Heng picked up the teacup and gently blew on the steam.

"Uncle Yang, this isn't gambling; it's analysis and judgment. Besides, I never do anything I'm not sure I can win. Even if we lose, it's just a trial-and-error cost of ten thousand yuan. Mimi and I are still young; it's worth it to learn a lesson with ten thousand yuan."

Yang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment.

You really dare to say a trial-and-error cost of 10,000 yuan?

Why don't you include your butts in the calculation?

Yang Xiaolin continued to scrutinize him: "So, what are your plans for using this money?"

"I'll save part of it as tuition and living expenses for Mimi and me when we go to university. I'll use the other part for some investments," Gu Heng answered frankly.

"Investment?" Yang Xiaolin raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard a joke. "You know anything about investing?"

"I'm learning." Gu Heng put down his teacup and met Yang Xiaolin's gaze. "Uncle, I know what you're worried about. This money came too easily; I'm afraid we'll go astray."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"But rest assured, I know what I'm doing. This money will only be a stepping stone for our future, not a stumbling block."

At that moment, the composure and confidence that the young man exuded far beyond his years made Yang Xiaolin feel that the person sitting across from him was not the son of a comrade-in-arms, but an adult.

He remained silent for a long time, and finally just sighed, picked up the teapot, and refilled Gu Heng's water.

"You are a child with your own opinions. But you must remember that you have to take things one step at a time. If you go too fast, you are likely to fall."

"Understood." Gu Heng nodded obediently. "Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang."

As he stepped out the door, Gu Heng let out a long sigh of relief.

This is only possible because it's a case involving acquaintances; if it were a stranger, the case would probably be closed.

……

The excitement surrounding the World Cup cooled down rapidly with the arrival of July.

The sweltering heat and the chirping of cicadas became the main themes of summer in Beijing, and the air was filled with students' anticipation and restlessness for the holidays.

But Gu Heng's room was filled with the sour smell of capitalists.

These past few days, whenever he had a spare moment, he would doodle and sketch on paper, researching a topic that was unheard of by the vast majority of Chinese people in 2002:

How can one invest money in the US stock market in this day and age?

At that time, domestic financial policies were not yet open, and the door for individuals to directly invest in overseas capital markets was tightly closed.

If you want to be among the first to try something new, the only way is to use Hong Kong as a springboard.

But here is the problem.

How do I open an account? How do I transfer funds out?

A few hundred thousand RMB isn't a huge amount, but it's not a small amount either. Under strict foreign exchange controls, transferring money out legally can involve procedures so complicated they'll make you question your existence.

Gu Heng spent the entire afternoon researching at an internet cafe, mentally grumbling as he watched the dial-up internet connection go down so slowly it could put anyone to sleep.

Is this internet speed generated by a hand-cranked tractor?

The threshold for becoming a cross-border "leek" (a term for someone easily exploited or taken advantage of) is so high now.

It seems that high-tech methods are not working, so we can only resort to the old ways of human relationships and social connections.

A roundabout plan to achieve the goal gradually took shape in his writing.

The key figure remains Liu Jun, the younger brother who has been firmly bound to Liu Jun's chariot.

He remembered his mother mentioning it briefly during a chat, saying that his uncle had a distant cousin who did business in Hong Kong. Although the relationship was somewhat distant, it was still a legitimate relative.

As long as you can get in touch with this network, open an account with a reliable brokerage firm in Hong Kong, and then transfer the money through there, this will be possible.

However, an unexpected phone call temporarily disrupted his plans.

The call was from Yang Mi's mother, Yang Chunling, who could barely contain her excitement and joy.

"Xiao Heng! Come over here quickly! Mimi, Mimi has some great news!"

Gu Heng hung up the phone, and although he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on, he still went out immediately.

When he arrived at the Yang family's house, Yang Mi was holding a beautifully made business card like a treasure, looking at it over and over, and grinning foolishly.

When Yang's mother saw him arrive, she quickly pulled him to sit down and recounted the whole story in a pouring out manner.

It turns out that this morning, a person claiming to be an agent from Rongxinda Film and Television Company called.

The person on the phone said that Ms. Li Xiaowan, the company's top producer, had seen by chance the cover photos Yang Mi had taken for Rayli magazine.

She immediately remembered the girl who had left a deep impression on her when she was a child.

I hope to meet with Yang Mi to discuss signing a contract.