FYN Chapter 75 All-in is an art
Chapter 75 All-in is an art
The August sun was still scorching, but Xiao Yunqing's mood was even brighter than the sun.
She looked at that acceptance letter over and over again no less than a hundred times, and finally put it under her pillow, touching it every night before going to sleep.
Xu Wan initially complained, "Running around outside all the time, what kind of behavior is this?"
After the notification arrived, the nagging changed to "Play as you like, but don't overwork yourself."
Xiao Yunqing's assessment of this was: "My mother may not say it, but she's actually very happy inside."
Song Huan didn't reply; he was busy processing orders on the Taobao backend.
I sold two of the QQ numbers I had acquired: a five-digit one for 65 yuan and a six-digit one for 25 yuan.
The download requests are booked until the day after tomorrow, and the MP3s are piled up on the table, all sorts of colors.
Xiao Yunqing sat next to him playing a game, controlling "Little Huanhuan" to fight monsters in the dungeon.
This girl is much more skilled now. She can use her skills accurately, move around nimbly, and even take a sip of water while fighting the BOSS.
"Huanhuan, do you think we can still come after school starts?"
"cannot."
Why?
"We have class."
"After school?"
"You have to do your homework after school."
Xiao Yunqing pouted and stopped talking.
The mouse clicked loudly, as if it were venting its anger on a monster.
[He just wanted to come to the internet cafe by himself, without me.]
Good grief, you're even more addicted to the internet than I am!
Song Huan ignored her and continued working.
The amount in my bank account has increased to over nine thousand, plus the several thousand I deposited before, totaling twelve thousand.
This number had been running through his mind for a while; it was enough.
……
On the last day of August, the two of them came out of the internet cafe before it got dark.
Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, holding a strawberry sundae in her hand. She scooped out a spoonful and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes.
She was wearing the same white dress and yellow sun hat as when she first arrived.
"Huanhuan, school starts tomorrow." Her voice was muffled.
"Um."
"I can't come to internet cafes anymore."
"Um."
"I can't play games anymore."
"Um."
"We can't make money anymore."
"Um."
Xiao Yunqing stopped, turned around and glared at him, "All you can do is 'uh-huh'?"
Song Huan looked at her. "Then what do you want me to say?"
She snorted and turned to continue walking.
After taking a few steps, he spoke again, "What about our shop?"
"Just leave it running. We'll take any orders that come up and deal with them at the internet cafe tonight."
"What about the equipment I acquired?"
"It's hanging there too."
Xiao Yunqing nodded, seemingly relieved a little.
She bent down to take a bite of her sundae, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, did you buy that stock?"
Song Huan glanced at her, "Not yet."
"When are you going to buy it?"
"today."
Xiao Yunqing paused, turned around, and her expression turned serious. "Song Huan, are you really going to invest all ten thousand yuan?"
Song Huan nodded.
"What if we lose money?"
"You won't lose money."
"How do you know? You said the same thing before."
Song Huan looked at her but didn't answer.
I can't exactly say I was reborn, that I know the penguin will grow hundreds of times in the future.
He thought for a moment and came up with a plausible reason: "I've done my research, and Tencent is definitely going to be a great company in the future."
Xiao Yunqing stared at him for several seconds, her lips pursed and her brows furrowed.
Then she sighed and handed the sundae to me, "Have a bite."
Song Huan paused for a moment, then looked down at it.
She had poked so many holes in the strawberry sundae that there were still melted cream stuck to the sides of the cup.
He shook his head. "I won't eat."
"Eat, eat, you won't be nervous anymore once you've eaten."
"When was I nervous?"
"You must be nervous. It's over ten thousand yuan, I'd be nervous too." She held the sundae up in front of him, her arm outstretched. "Hurry up."
Seeing her serious expression, Song Huan had no choice but to lower her head and take a bite.
Sweet, cool, the cream melts on the tip of your tongue.
Xiao Yunqing was satisfied, withdrew her hand, and continued eating. "Let's go, to your house."
……
No one was home at Song Huan's house.
Zhang Xuejuan and Song Wentao went out to eat, leaving a note on the table that read, "The food is in the pot, heat it up yourself."
Song Huan turned the note over; the back was blank. He placed his bank card on it and then went to rummage through the drawer.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion, watching him rummage through drawers and cabinets.
Song Huan pulled out a black notebook from the very back of the drawer; the cover was worn white.
He opened it, and there was a piece of paper inside, folded neatly.
That's Song Wentao's Hong Kong stock account information.
That car was opened by Song Wentao when he was a junior in college and went to study in the port area. It hasn't been touched for more than ten years.
Song Huan had subtly inquired about it a few days ago, and Song Wentao didn't think much of it, assuming his son was just curious. "That account? It hasn't been used in a long time. You can look at it if you want."
Once they had the items, Song Huan immediately dragged Xiao Yunqing to an internet cafe near their home.
Then turn on your computer.
Xiao Yunqing walked over carrying a cushion, stood next to him, and looked down at the paper. "Does your dad know?"
"Know."
"Did he agree to let you buy stocks?"
"He neither agreed nor disagreed."
Xiao Yunqing pursed her lips, "That means you disagree."
"No, I didn't actually tell him at all."
Song Huan chuckled. How could he tell his family about buying stocks?
Do you even know what it means to make a fortune quietly?
He opened the trading software and entered his account and password.
A page pops up, filled with densely packed blue numbers.
His account balance is zero, so he needs to transfer money into it first.
Twelve thousand.
When the amount was deducted from the bank card, Xiao Yunqing gasped in shock.
"That's all."
"What's gone? It's in another account."
"Then it's gone, isn't it? The money isn't in your account anymore."
Song Huan ignored her and continued operating the machine.
Open the Hong Kong stock market information and find Tencent Holdings.
The stock price is HK$3.7.
He stared at the number, his heart skipping a beat. 3.7.
It is now February 1963.
He knew how high this stock would rise in the future.
By 2026, it will be approximately 720 times.
Twelve thousand became eight million six hundred and forty thousand.
He took a deep breath and entered the quantity to buy.
All in, go all in.
My finger hovered over the confirm button for a second.
Xiao Yunqing watched him from the side, holding her breath and not daring to make a sound.
"Are you sure?" she asked softly.
Song Huan didn't answer, but pressed the button.
A message popped up on the screen: Transaction successful.
Account balance: HK$23.5.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, looking at the "Transaction Successful" message on the screen, then looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.
"That's it?"
"It's over."
"Twelve thousand for this?" She pointed at the string of numbers on the screen, her voice filled with disbelief.
"right."
Xiao Yunqing was silent for a few seconds, then plopped down in the chair next to him and stared at the screen for a long time.
The number on the screen remained unchanged: 3.7, still 3.7.
Huanhuan.
"Um?"
"Three thousand of these are mine."
Song Huan turned to look at her, "I know. I'll share the profits with you when I make money. Trust me, I won't joke around with your dowry."
Xiao Yunqing shook her head, her tone light and casual, "No need to divide it. You can just keep it and play with it."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
This is three thousand yuan, you can't just give it up like that?
He looked at her. Xiao Yunqing was staring at the screen with a calm expression, as if she had just said three yuan, not three thousand yuan.
Then he heard her innermost thoughts.
Do you think I need your little bit of money?
Song Huan's lips twitched.
She truly lives up to her reputation as the little princess of Jiangcheng; she doesn't even care about three thousand yuan.
I hate rich people!
"So I really won't give it to you?"
"I told you you don't need to pay me." She waved her hand. "Anyway, you can treat me to a meal when you make money."
Song Huan looked at her generous demeanor and wanted to laugh.
This girl may say no, but her heart is definitely bleeding.
He turned back and stared at the number 3.7 on the screen, motionless.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the sofa for a while, then came over and leaned against the back of his chair to look at the screen. "When will this stock go up?"
"About ten years or so."
"More than ten years?!" Her voice rose eight octaves. "More than ten thousand yuan in there for more than ten years?"
"Um."
Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
She stared at the screen for a long time, then sighed, patted his shoulder, and said, "You can wait here. I'm going to play some games."
She sat back down in her seat, turned on her computer, and logged into Fantasy Westward Journey.
The scholar named "Huanhuan's Sister" was still standing at the entrance of the instance, waiting for her.
Song Huan sat in the chair, looking at the stock code on the screen, and did some mental calculations.
720 times.
Twelve thousand multiplied by seven hundred and two equals eight million six hundred and forty thousand.
Eight million six hundred and forty thousand!
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
When I was living in a rented apartment and eating takeout, I never dreamed I would see this number.
Now it lies quietly on the screen, like a seed that has not yet sprouted.
Xiao Yunqing was playing games nearby. After a while, she suddenly spoke up, "Huanhuan."
"Um?"
"If you really made a lot of money, what would be the first thing you do?"
Song Huan thought for a moment, "I'll treat you to dinner."
Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then smiled. "Just dinner?"
"So what do you want to do?"
"Hmm..." She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I want to go on a trip, to the beach. To a beach that's really, really blue."
Do you know Erhai Lake in Dali?
"What place is that?"
"Dali, I'll be waiting for you amidst the romance of wind, flowers, snow, and moon. I'll take you there someday; it has the incredibly blue sea you described."
"real?"
"Really, when I make money, I'll take you there."
Xiao Yunqing smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
"OK!"
She turned back to continue playing the game, clicking the mouse rapidly while humming a song.
Song Huan sat beside her, listening to her humming a song while watching the stock on the screen.
This is the seed of hope he planted for the future.