Tan Honghong came to discuss something with Zhang Tianxing.
“Class monitor, other classes have started collecting class fees, how should our class collect ours?”
Tan Honghong looked troubled. It was too difficult to set the price. If it was set high, classmates wouldn't be satisfied; if it was set low, the class fund would often be insufficient. This was a thankless task.
She was only the Youth League branch secretary. Class fees were a matter for the class monitor to decide. Tan Honghong quickly adjusted her mindset. It wasn't her responsibility, so she didn't need to worry about it. She waited to see what Zhang Tianxing would say.
Zhang Tianxing frowned. “How much are other classes collecting?”
“Some are collecting two hundred, some are collecting one hundred. It varies.”
Tan Honghong had taken great pains to inquire about this matter, as it concerned everyone's wallets.
For ordinary classmates, this amount was about half a month's living expenses. For impoverished students, it was undoubtedly an astronomical sum.
“How about this: our class will each collect fifty yuan per person. The fifty yuan for impoverished students will be personally covered by me. Additionally, our class has thirty people, and I will contribute fifteen hundred yuan in the name of the Crayfish Association. You calculate how much that is.”
Tan Honghong hadn't expected this outcome. It was equivalent to Zhang Tianxing covering half of the class fees himself. However, this was good news for the classmates.
“But why don’t you pay for it all? Why make us bear half?” Tan Honghong asked, puzzled.
“I’m short on cash. The new machines at home, plus the investment in my internet cafe and restaurant, this is my most difficult time.” Zhang Tianxing played the sympathy card.
Tan Honghong immediately announced the news to the class, and the second class of the Materials Science department erupted in cheers.
“Long live the class monitor! May he reign for ten thousand years and rule the martial world.”
“The class monitor is wise and heroic, loved by all, admired by flowers!”
…
When other classes learned about this, they complained.
“I chose the wrong class. I should have been in the same class as Zhang Tianxing.”
“We are all classmates, why is there such a big difference? Zhang Tianxing isn't the only rich student, so why is he the only one bearing half the class fees?”
“This Zhang Tianxing is so handsome, I want to have his babies.”
“Rich people are so willful, I wish I could live like a rich person.”
In short, Zhang Tianxing became famous again, seen by his classmates as a prodigal son.
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Dalong cursed angrily, “You rich dog, you'll be ruined soon. Let's see you waste money carelessly.”
Last time, he was on the verge of winning over Bai Bing, but unexpectedly, something happened at the seafood buffet. Bai Yang completely ignored him.
It almost drove Zhang Dalong mad. That Bai Bing ate his food, drank his drinks, and just when they were about to get intimate, she disappeared. What kind of situation was this?
Zhang Dalong attributed all of this to Zhang Tianxing.
If it weren't for Zhang Tianxing, he would be lying on a woman's belly right now. Instead, he was a lone wolf and became a laughingstock among some people.
He had heard Bai Bing’s assessment of him: "He's a country bumpkin, only allowing officials to set fire while forbidding the common people to light lamps. He's talking about no one but that Zhang Dalong."
However, Zhang Dalong couldn't do anything to Zhang Tianxing at the moment. Zhang Tianxing was thriving, with good business at his internet cafe and barbecue restaurant.
Tan Honghong managed the class affairs, leaving Zhang Tianxing as a man of leisure.
Zhang Tianxing remembered that he had joined a stock trading association. Perhaps he could go and see if there were any experts there who could guide him and save him ten years of struggle.
But that was the stuff of novels and movies. He dismissed the thought, knowing that nothing good comes for free.
Zhang Tianxing arrived at the association and found it to be quite well-equipped, even having two computers.
The president of the stock trading association was none other than Zhao Jun, a third-year student from the School of Economics and Management.
He was not remarkable in appearance, but Zhao Jun was no ordinary person. He had a natural sensitivity to numbers and considerable family resources. In his freshman year, his family gave him ten thousand yuan to enter the market, and he had now successfully grown it to fifty thousand yuan. He was a renowned stock trading expert at Zhonghai University.
Zhao Jun saw Zhang Tianxing arrive and laughed heartily, “Brother Tianxing, you finally show up since joining our association.”
“I was just busy with other things recently. I've come to learn some experience.”
“Before investing, let me say this: the stock market is risky, and investment requires caution.”
“Yes, I know. There's also a saying: only those who can swim drown.” Zhang Tianxing added.
“Alright, Brother Zhang, you see it clearly. You're quite famous on campus now. The fact that you're bearing half the class fees has made other classes hate you to death.”
“I'm bearing the fees for our class, what does it have to do with them?”
“There are many wealthy students at Zhonghai University, but you're the only one bearing half the class fees. It's not about scarcity but about unevenness, that's what this is about.”
“You're not thinking of investing money in the stock market, are you?” Zhao Jun asked curiously.
Zhang Tianxing shook his head. He didn't want to invest money; he wanted to make money in the stock market. However, he couldn't explain this, as people would think he was crazy if he said it.
Moreover, he had quite a few ventures going on now, along with his studies. Fortunately, everything at home was arranged.
“I originally wanted to see if there was an opportunity for a small investment to yield a large return, but I've given up on that idea now,” Zhang Tianxing said honestly.
Zhao Jun seemed a little confused upon hearing this, “Why?”
“Because I don't understand. The stock market is all about companies telling stories. As long as the story is told well, the company's stock price will rise. It will rise for a while and then fall. Extremes lead to their opposites. I feel my thinking is too simple, and making money in the stock market isn't that easy.”
Hearing Zhang Tianxing's words, Zhao Jun was greatly shocked.
What profound understanding this was! Zhao Jun had been in the stock market for years, had experienced losses, and had doubled his money in half a month. After countless times of being halved, after two years of hard work, he had only managed to grow ten thousand yuan to fifty thousand yuan, which was about a doubling per year.
Only he knew how many pitfalls he had fallen into and how many disasters he had endured along the way.
He had been ruthlessly crushed by market makers, falling by the daily limit, unable to escape.
He had also experienced several consecutive daily limits due to a single piece of news.
There was no logic in the stock market. Zhang Tianxing's words resonated deeply with him.
Immediately, Zhao Jun considered Zhang Tianxing a kindred spirit. “Brother Zhang Tianxing, let’s not say anything else. You are my brother. Your words today have enlightened me, giving me a deeper understanding of the stock market. The stock market is against human nature. We retail investors fight against heaven, against market makers, and against people to earn a future.”
What the heck! Zhang Tianxing was dumbfounded. He didn’t even know what he was saying himself. Why was Zhao Jun acting like this? Besides, if he had money to invest in the stock market, he would only buy Moutai. He didn’t understand anything else, and he wouldn't dare to buy it.