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

Time flies, and it's December 2003.

A year or so is enough time for many things to change.

The afterglow of Beijing's successful bid for the Olympics has not yet completely dissipated, and new construction sites under planning have appeared on the streets and alleys.

High school life is like a tightly wound spring; textbooks, test papers, and endless mock exams weigh heavily on you, making it hard to breathe.

Gu Heng remains the top student in the grade in the eyes of his teachers, and the handsome yet somewhat aloof school heartthrob in the eyes of his classmates.

He continued his studies methodically.

Training three times a week, without fail.

When he gets home at night, he practices basic micro-expression control in front of the mirror, and then imitates classic scenes from DVDs.

A raised eyebrow, a pursed lip, a subtle change in the eyes.

These preparations were tedious, boring, and unknown to anyone.

But Gu Heng found joy in it.

After Yang Mi signed with Rongxinda, the company's resources began to be tilted towards her.

In the past year or so, Yang Mi has already begun to make a name for herself on television screens with her role as Li Xiaotao, a character who dares to love and hate, in "The Family of Red Powder".

Although she was only the third female lead, her unique charm made her memorable to many viewers.

She became unusually busy, and the two saw each other less and less, communicating mostly by phone and text message.

On the phone, the little girl's voice always carried a hint of fatigue, yet she couldn't hide her excitement.

She would complain about the poor quality of the food on set, grumble about how a certain male actor always forgot his lines while filming, and excitedly share what new acting techniques she had learned.

Gu Heng listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of advice.

He was like a safe harbor; no matter how long Yang Mi wandered outside, a phone call was all it took for her to find support.

He himself is patiently waiting for a number.

A key number that can change the future.

One Friday afternoon.

After school, Gu Heng went to an internet cafe near the school as usual.

He asked for a machine in the corner and skillfully opened the Nasdaq website.

On the screen, a dense array of stock codes were flashing.

He entered that familiar code: NTES.

Page refreshed.

A bright red number appeared before his eyes.

65.00.

Exactly.

The sounds of gunfire from Counter-Strike and legendary hack-and-slash seemed to fade into the distance in an instant.

He stared at the number silently for a full ten seconds.

Then, he closed the webpage, logged off, and walked out of the internet cafe.

I walked to a public phone booth and dialed my uncle's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Feed?"

Uncle Liu Jun's voice sounded a little hoarse and had a strong nasal tone, as if he had just woken up.

"Uncle, it's me."

"Hengzi, what's wrong? I just caught up on a nap..."

Before Liu Jun could finish speaking, Gu Heng interrupted him.

"Clearance sale".

"Huh? What's that?"

Liu Jun instantly snapped out of it, wondering if he had misheard.

Gu Heng repeated.

"Clearance sale! Immediately, right now!"

"Tell the people in Hong Kong to sell all the NetEase shares we have."

Liu Jun's voice was trembling.

"Sell...sell them all?"

"Hengzi, have you thought this through? This stock is going up like crazy, isn't it a bit too early to sell now?"

Over the course of more than a year, Liu Jun went from being apprehensive at the beginning to becoming numb, and now to being fanatical.

He receives an email from his cousin in Hong Kong every month.

That number skyrocketed from over ten thousand US dollars to hundreds of thousands of US dollars.

Every time he watched it, his heart would race and he would feel extremely nervous.

This isn't a stock market; it's a money printing machine!

Gu Heng's tone remained calm: "It's getting late. Listen to me, now is the best time. Don't waste a minute. Every minute more could lead to a collapse."

"Collapse...collapse?"

This word was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the heat in Liu Jun's heart.

He vividly remembered his nephew's confident demeanor back then. That kid was unpredictable; he could raise prices at will and suspend trading at will.

What if it really collapses...

Liu Jun shuddered, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely.

"Fine! I'll call Hong Kong right now! Nobody can stop me!"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Heng did not go home immediately.

He walked slowly along the moat.

The winter sun was not very warm, but when it shone on the thin ice on the river, it reflected a dazzling light.

As the saying goes, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

The moment he pressed the sell button, countless retail investors who bought at the peak became the foundation for his wealth accumulation.

But he felt no remorse whatsoever.

The capital market is, by nature, the most brutal hunting ground.

The next two days were the most difficult for Liu Jun.

He first made a long-distance call that lasted half an hour, using every polite phrase he knew, to ask his uncle in Hong Kong to carry out the operation immediately.

Then came the long wait.

He couldn't eat or sleep.

He even started hallucinating, always feeling that the point when Gu Heng made him sell was the beginning of the collapse.

If we had been a step too late, would those hundreds of thousands of dollars have vanished in an instant?

Until the evening of the third day.

His phone vibrated; it was a text message.

The number is from Hong Kong.

The message was very simple, consisting of only a string of numbers.

"USD 635,700."

$635,700.

Liu Jun looked at the string of numbers and counted them several times, afraid that he might have misread a zero.

Then, he collapsed onto the sofa, completely exhausted.

ended.

This deal, more thrilling than a police thriller, has finally come to an end.

Next comes the return of funds.

With the experience from the first time, this time it went much more smoothly.

Another week has passed.

Liu Jun arranged to meet Gu Heng at an inconspicuous teahouse.

He ordered a private room and mysteriously pulled something wrapped tightly in newspaper from his pocket.

"Hengzi, everything's here."

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.

Gu Heng took it and opened the newspaper.

Inside was a brand new bank passbook.

He opened it.

The homeowner's name is his.

In the balance column, a long string of zeros made him burst out laughing.

5,204,700.

Even though he had expected it, Gu Heng's heart still skipped a beat when the number was actually presented to him.

It became.

This was my first real pot of gold after traveling back in time.

Moreover, this huge sum of money was enough to shock most people at the time.

"Hengzi...we...we've struck it rich, haven't we?"

Liu Jun looked at Gu Heng, his voice sounding somewhat unsteady.

"Um."

Gu Heng closed the savings book.

"Uncle, please keep this for me for now."

"Huh? I'll keep it?" Liu Jun waved his hands repeatedly in fright. "No, no, that won't do! Over five million! I'd rather keep it on my person than carry it around!"

"Take it. We have more important things to do next."