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

Gu Heng and his uncle Liu Jun walked out of the teahouse one after the other.

Liu Jun was still floating, walking with an unsteady gait, the bankbook tucked in his arms like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

He now sees everyone as a robber with malicious intentions.

"Hengzi, I...I'm going back now."

Liu Jun swallowed hard and looked around.

"This money... I... I'll deposit it in a bank safe deposit box for you first?"

"You can handle it as you see fit."

Gu Heng patted him on the shoulder.

Watching his uncle's retreating figure, which seemed to be fleeing, Gu Heng smiled.

Instead of going home, he turned around, hailed a taxi, and gave them a destination.

"Driver, to Xidan."

Half an hour later, Gu Heng appeared in the digital products section of Xidan Shopping Mall.

At the end of 2003, this place was the gathering place for the latest and trendiest electronic products in Beijing. The counters were filled with all kinds of MP3 players, Samsung, iRiver, Creative, and many other brands.

Back then, MP3 players were definitely a luxury item; even a basic one with 128MB of memory could easily cost over a thousand yuan.

Gu Heng's gaze stopped in front of a counter.

Inside lay a silver-white MP3 player, its shape resembling a delicate makeup box, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

It's Samsung's YP-520.

Yang Mi had been talking about it for a long time, and every time she passed by, she would lean on the counter and look at it for a long time, but she couldn't bear to let her family buy it.

"Hello, let me see this." Gu Heng pointed.

The saleswoman was a young woman who initially ignored Gu Heng, who was wearing a school uniform.

But when Gu Heng paid without batting an eye, her attitude immediately did a complete 180-degree turn.

"Hey kid, you have great taste! This is our best-selling model! Is it a gift for your girlfriend?"

Gu Heng didn't say anything, took the packaged MP3 player, and turned to leave.

He called Yang Mi.

"Where is it?"

"I'm in tutoring class, it's so annoying," came the soft, sweet voice of a young girl on the other end of the phone.

"I'll be waiting for you at the school gate in an hour."

Gu Heng arrived at the school gate and leaned against the wall, watching people come and go.

Not long after, a slender figure wearing a white down jacket skipped and hopped out of the school gate.

"Gu Heng! What's wrong? Why are you being so secretive?"

Yang Mi ran up to him, her little face red from the cold, her fox-like eyes sparkling.

Gu Heng didn't say anything, but took out the exquisite gift box from his pocket and handed it over.

"For you."

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment.

She took the box, saw the Samsung logo on it, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

She hurriedly unpacked the package.

When she saw the small silver-white cube inside that she had been longing for for months, her mouth formed an "O".

"Ah! YP-520!"

Yang Mi let out a short scream, grabbed Gu Heng's arm, and clung to him.

"Where...where did you get the money to buy this?"

She looked up, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

This thing costs over a thousand yuan.

"I found some money," Gu Heng said nonchalantly.

"Pshaw, that's a lie."

Yang Mi didn't believe it. She held the MP3 player tightly in her hand, as if it were some priceless treasure, caressing it with great affection.

She rested her head on Gu Heng's shoulder, her voice sweet and soft.

"Thank you, Brother Heng."

"If you like it, that's fine."

Gu Heng pinched her cheek; it felt as good as ever.

"What kind of scheme are you plotting now? Let me tell you, my dad's a cop!"

Yang Mi squinted at him, giving him a look that said, "I've already seen through you."

Gu Heng smiled.

"Alright, go back now, don't you still have tutoring?"

"Then I'm leaving!"

Yang Mi nodded emphatically, tiptoed, and quickly kissed Gu Heng on the cheek. Then, like a startled little rabbit, she blushed and ran back to school.

In the evening, at the Gu family home.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat heavy.

Comrade Gu Jianjun sat upright with a plate of cucumber salad in front of him, but he clearly had no appetite.

"Your uncle came by today."

He said, "You two made over five million by trading stocks?"

Gu Heng's mother, Liu Jing, also stopped eating and looked at him nervously.

"Um."

Gu Heng nodded, calmly acknowledging it.

He had long anticipated that his uncle would be unable to withstand the pressure and would definitely turn himself in.

"Nonsense!"

Gu Jianjun slammed his hand on the table.

"Do you know what that money is? That's the money that can get your uncle thrown in jail!"

"Jianjun, don't scare the child," Liu Jing quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over. "Hasn't the money been safely returned?"

Gu Jianjun glared at his wife, then his gaze returned to Gu Heng.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Gu Heng recited his prepared explanation, attributing all the credit to his uncle's knowledgeable friend, while claiming that he had only provided the initial capital and a bit of luck.

After listening, Gu Jianjun remained silent for a long time.

He knew his son had always been resourceful, but he never expected him to go this far.

"What are your plans for this money?" he asked.

Gu Heng was prepared, and he shrugged.

"I can't control that."

"Professional matters should be left to professionals. Dad, I want to start an investment company to specialize in this."

He looked at Gu Jianjun, his true intentions revealed.

"So, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Find me a reliable person who understands finance."

Gu Jianjun looked at his son intently, and in the end, he could only sigh.

"I have an old comrade-in-arms whose son is named Chen Kai. He just graduated from the Finance Department of Renmin University this year; he's a top student. I'll ask him for you."

three days later.

In a coffee shop.

Gu Heng met Chen Kai.

A young man in his mid-twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a sharp suit, looked refined and cultured.

Chen Kai sized up Gu Heng.

He received a call from his father, saying that an uncle from a family friend needed his help.

But to his surprise, the person sitting in front of him was a high school student in a school uniform.

"Gu Heng?" Chen Kai pushed up his glasses, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"Hello, Brother Chen Kai." Gu Heng took the initiative to extend his hand.

After a long conversation, the disdain on Chen Kai's face gradually disappeared, replaced by solemnity and shock.

He discovered that this high school student, though still quite immature, spoke with remarkable clarity and insight when discussing the economic trends of the next few years, even more so than some of the professors at his school.

"My thinking is very simple."

Gu Heng stirred the coffee in his cup.

"I'm starting a small investment company with five million in seed money. I need a manager to help me handle the day-to-day affairs and specific operations."

"I'll give you an annual salary of 300,000, plus 3% of the annual profit sharing."

Chen Kai's heart skipped a beat.

After graduation, he interviewed with several well-known securities companies and fund companies, but none of them offered such generous terms.

"Why did you contact me?" Chen Kai asked his final question.

"Because you are reliable, and because you are capable."

Chen Kai fell silent.

After a long while, he stood up and extended his hand again.

"I did it."

Things went exceptionally smoothly.

The company name was decided as "Vision Capital".

The legal representative is Liu Jun. When Gu Heng and Chen Kai dragged him to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to sign the documents, he was still completely dazed.

How did I, a supermarket cashier, become the legal representative of a company with five million in capital?

Chen Kai was very efficient and quickly rented a small office near the China World Trade Center and hired two assistants.

One person was responsible for monitoring the market and trading, while the other was responsible for administrative tasks.

And just like that, a makeshift team was set up.

The time came to December 2004.

In the office of Vision Capital, two new employees met their real boss for the first time.

Gu Heng walked into the office, glanced at the bright and clean environment, and nodded in satisfaction.

Without wasting any words, he issued the first instruction.

"Starting today, we will gradually build a position in one stock."

He picked up a pen and wrote four words and a string of code on the whiteboard.

Jichai Petroleum, 000617.

Chen Kai stared blankly at the words on the whiteboard.

As a finance graduate, he certainly knew about this stock. It was a company that mainly produced diesel engines, with mediocre performance and a consistently lukewarm stock price.

Why would a boss be interested in a stock like this?

He had many questions, but he didn't ask them.

He simply nodded and replied in a deep voice.

"Okay, boss."