The movie ended at eight in the evening.
Night fell, and the lights of countless homes dotted the entire city.
At a high-end restaurant, Qin Chuan enthusiastically hosted Teacher Yang and An Nuo.
Unfortunately, no matter how exquisite the dishes on the table were, the two women had little appetite. They were still immersed in the moving love story of Rose and Jack, unable to extricate themselves, their eyes still red.
What could Qin Chuan say at this moment? If he seemed too indifferent, he would surely be scolded as stone-hearted, unfeeling, and so on. If he showed too much tenderness, he would be afraid of losing his manly vigor.
Truly, it was so hard to be a man, especially in front of goddesses.
"Two beautiful ladies, you should at least eat something. There's such a big spread of food, and it'll get cold if you don't eat soon."
"If Jack and Rose knew you were so sad for them, they would rest in peace in the netherworld!"
"Scram! Jack is dead, but Rose isn't! Did you even watch the movie properly!"
An Nuo retorted directly.
"Yes, Rose isn't dead! Rose isn't dead!"
Qin Chuan quickly chimed in.
"But that's just a love story. It's a script specially crafted by the director and screenwriter to trick everyone into shedding tears and boost box office sales!"
"Now that you've spent your money and shed your tears, and the director and screenwriter are happily enjoying the nightlife abroad, are you still here crying and not eating? Is that appropriate?"
Yang Zimo wiped her red eyes and said, "Qin Chuan is right. It's just a love story, not real. Let's eat! Filling our stomachs is real!"
Only then did the three of them start eating together.
Dinner ended at nine o'clock.
"Qin Chuan, Xiao Mo is staying with me tonight. You don't need to wait. Go back!"
An Nuo said.
Qin Chuan couldn't help but look at Yang Zimo. In his original plan, he had hoped to spend more time alone with Teacher Yang. What a good opportunity.
Since coming to this provincial capital, he had seen Teacher Yang several times, and each time there was a third wheel. The first two times it was his elder brother-in-law, and this time it was An Nuo. It felt like he was cursed.
Teacher Yang noticed Qin Chuan's gaze. A hint of apology flashed in her bright, lively eyes, and she nodded gently. "I'll stay with An Nuo tonight!"
"Alright, then I'll be going back!"
Qin Chuan looked somewhat dejected. Just then, An Nuo added:
"You don't need to come over tomorrow or the day after. Xiao Mo and I have something to do."
Qin Chuan: "..."
He always felt that An Nuo was targeting him. Teacher Yang hadn't even spoken, but why was she always making decisions on her own?
"What are you looking at? I'm telling the truth. Tomorrow or the day after, it's Teacher Yang's grandfather's birthday, and we both need to help. Is it appropriate for you to go?"
Seeming to sense Qin Chuan's displeasure, An Nuo sneered.
Qin Chuan showed a look of realization. If that were the case, he really wouldn't be suitable to attend.
But he was still very unhappy with An Nuo's attitude.
Damn it, even if it's her grandfather's birthday, can't you speak nicely? You're acting as if I'm trying to snatch your woman.
Time flew by, and two days passed quickly.
During these two days, Qin Chuan took advantage of the time and, with gifts, visited Chen Jinyu's parents specifically to reassure them. He let them know that their son was working well there, holding a managerial position, and that it was no less than working in the provincial capital.
Upon hearing that their son was a manager, Chen Jinyu's parents were very happy.
Less than half an hour after Qin Chuan bid farewell to the enthusiastic elders, Chen Jinyu called, his voice filled with excitement, thanking Qin Chuan for visiting his parents on his behalf.
Qin Chuan smiled and said it was nothing. They were brothers, and visiting elders was part of his duty; there was no need to be so formal.
After ending the call with Chen Jinyu, Qin Chuan received a call from Shang Honglian. She excitedly told him that she had arrived in Zhongguancun, Beijing.
Qin Chuan reminded Shang Honglian to be careful when she was alone and to pay attention to internet companies.
Unknowingly, time passed swiftly.
August 17th, the stock market opened again.
As usual, his elder brother-in-law Yang Conglong drove to the hotel entrance and took Qin Chuan straight to the Zhongcai Futures brokerage office.
Before even reaching the entrance, the two in the car spotted a conspicuous banner hanging outside the office: "Congratulations to our valued shareholders for earning ten million in one day!"
Outside the brokerage office stood quite a crowd, men and women, numbering over a hundred, creating a very lively scene.
"Holy crap, are we going to be pointed out in public when we go over?"
"Or has our identity information been leaked by that surname Xu?"
Qin Chuan, who was driving, couldn't help but mutter.
"If he dares to leak it, I'll kill him, believe it or not!"
His elder brother-in-law's face darkened, as the money they had used for futures trading this time was not entirely clean. If it were leaked, it would cause a lot of trouble.
Making money quietly was the true principle!
"So, should we drive over now, or wait in the car? It's still half an hour until ten o'clock!"
Qin Chuan asked.
Yang Conglong pondered for a moment. "I don't think Xu Yang is an unreasonable person. Since we strictly told him not to leak any information, I believe he still has professional ethics."
"Drive the car over, and we'll just act like ignorant bystanders."
Qin Chuan also felt it should be the case. That Xu Yang was clearly a shrewd person, and they had explicitly instructed him not to disclose any identity information, so the chance of leakage was small.
At that, Qin Chuan stepped on the accelerator, stopped the car, and opened the door to get out.
At the entrance of the brokerage office, Xu Yang and Mao Huasheng had already spotted the red sports car, but they didn't make much of a fuss.
Seeing Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong get out of the car, the four exchanged glances, a look of understanding passing between them, as if they had already greeted each other.
"Brother, who is this awesome guy who earned ten million in one day?"
Qin Chuan walked up to an uncle and quietly asked, his words laced with admiration.
"Don't know. Many of us have asked Manager Xu, but he just won't say!"
The uncle replied.
Qin Chuan felt a sense of relief. He asked again, "Is this ten million a sham, a trick to fool people?"
"It's not a trick. Look, there's a photo hanging there. It's the account of the mysterious person who earned ten million."
The uncle pointed to a distance.
Qin Chuan looked up and indeed saw a large photo stuck on the glass door. It was the photo taken that day.
However, the account number and identity information had all been blurred out, leaving only that striking row of bright red eight digits.
Qin Chuan saw many people pointing at the photo and discussing it. He exchanged a look with Yang Conglong, and with a gossipy spirit, they quietly pricked up their ears and leaned closer.
"I never imagined that there would be such a master in the brokerage office we frequent!"
"Isn't it? No one expected it!"
"Who do you think this person could be?"
"I, Old Xiao, know almost everyone who plays here. Could it be someone I know?"
"Damn it, don't let me find out who he is! If I find out, I'll have to rip that bastard off severely!"
These were envious conversations. Of course, where there was envy, there was also jealousy and bitterness.
"Hmph, earning ten million is a lot, but I think it was just sheer luck!"
"If you could really earn this much every day, this person wouldn't have to do anything and could become the richest person in the world just by sitting around!"
"Yeah, I think so too. If I had that much capital, we could earn it too!"
"You're bragging. Let's not even talk about whether you have that much capital, but would you dare to gamble it all?"
There were also people who argued back. In short, there was a cacophony of voices, with everyone having different opinions.
Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong, weaving through the bustling crowd, felt a sense of satisfaction in being like a transparent figure in a flock of sheep, disguised in sheep's clothing.
It turned out that making a fortune quietly was so satisfying. It was no less enjoyable than those who proclaimed their wealth loudly and received various flattery.