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Qiu Lan was skeptical, but considering how dire her situation had become, she wasn't afraid of it getting worse. She let Mo Ming give it a try. To her surprise, Mo Ming sat down at the computer and without a second thought sold all the stocks she held, leaving her with forty thousand.
"You've lost your mind!" Qiu Lan exclaimed upon realizing Mo Ming's actions and tried to stop her, but it was too late. Feeling helpless, she lamented, "Did you go crazy? I was hoping the stock prices would rise one day, even just a little. Now I'm really finished." Qiu Lan slumped to the ground, unable to say anything more.
Mo Ming said nothing and kept staring at the Stock Market, buying and selling with the forty thousand.
This process continued until the Stock Market closed. Qiu Lan, perhaps unable to face reality, curled up with her arms wrapped around her legs, burying her head between her knees.
Finally, Mo Ming's hands were free. He took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and without saying much, smoked while watching Qiu Lan with a slight smile on his lips.
"Alright, I should be going," Mo Ming said after finishing one cigarette. He stood up, and Qiu Lan didn't look at him; she seemed somewhat resentful of his earlier actions. However, Mo Ming didn't care and simply opened the door to leave.
After Mo Ming had been gone for quite some time, Qiu Lan slowly lifted her head. Her emotions were complicated; she closed her eyes and groped her way to a chair. Slowly opening her eyes to prepare for the worst news, she was met with…
"Ah!" Qiu Lan covered her mouth, her eyes wide open in shock.
Her account had sixty thousand—twenty thousand more than before.
"Did Mo Ming cheat?" Qiu Lan swallowed hard in disbelief. She pinched herself; it hurt—she wasn't dreaming. Everything was real.
Thinking of Mo Ming, Qiu Lan hurried after him, but he had already left. She felt grateful towards Mo Ming and was filled with curiosity as she murmured, "Who exactly is this Mo Ming? Could he be the illegitimate son of stock god Warren Buffett? But he doesn't look mixed-race."
…
After leaving Qiu Lan's house that day, Mo Ming went to City Hospital to pay for Wu Zhenning's hospitalization fees and other expenses for Julie. He casually visited Julie because the police had already questioned her about Wu Zhenning's whereabouts during their investigation. She must have been in a terrible mood and refused to cooperate with treatment.
When he saw her, Mo Ming explained his purpose for coming and reassured her that Wu Zhenning was safe now so she didn't need to worry. He promised to take her to see Wu Zhenning once she felt better. Only then did Julie obediently agree to undergo treatment.
After resolving this matter, Mo Ming returned to Hillside Mansion. During dinner time, Murong Lian had not yet returned, so Mo Ming went back to his room and stayed inside for the entire night without stepping out.
A night passed in silence, and soon it was the next day.
Originally, Qiu Lan had already taken a day off without reason yesterday. Little did she know that misfortunes come in pairs; she was so excited last night that she couldn't sleep. As a result, she was late for work today. When Qiu Lan arrived at the company, she hoped to sneak back to her position unnoticed, but just as she stepped through the door and took a few hurried steps, a voice called out to her, stopping her in her tracks.
“Qiu Lan, stop right there!”
There was no need to look to know who it was—Zhao the Eunuch!
As soon as Qiu Lan appeared in the company, she was immediately caught by Zhao the Eunuch, the head of the Human Resources Department.
Zhao the Eunuch, whose real name is Zhao Dekang, was known for his flamboyant attire and his sharp tongue. He was disliked by almost everyone in the company. Coincidentally, Mo Ming had just arrived a few days ago while Zhao the Eunuch was on leave visiting family and had only returned yesterday.
Thinking to herself that this was bad news, Qiu Lan felt nervous and froze in place, waiting for the storm to hit.
Zhao the Eunuch sashayed over to Qiu Lan, immediately striking a pose with his signature move—the orchid finger—and began berating her: “You little brat! Where were you last night? Why didn’t you request leave? Hmph! I’ve only been gone for a few days, and you’ve barely passed your probation period, yet you dare to take an unauthorized absence! Are you tired of living?”
“Oh dear, it’s the kind-hearted Zhao Tai...,” Qiu Lan intended to flatter him but stumbled over her words. Seeing Zhao the Eunuch’s expression change abruptly, she quickly corrected herself: “...Zhao Supervisor, I wasn’t absent without reason.”
“Hmph! Don’t think that will let you off the hook,” Zhao the Eunuch clearly enjoyed being flattered but replied curtly: “If you don’t give me a suitable reason, don’t expect to keep your job.”
“Zhao Supervisor, you are wise and mighty; please let me off this time!” Qiu Lan desperately tried to think of an excuse but could only plead and flatter him.
The more Zhao the Eunuch listened, the more pleased he became, yet he still refused to let her go easily. Waving his orchid finger dismissively, he said, “No, no! Since you’ve called me wise and mighty, how can I condone your unauthorized absence?”
“Ah…” Qiu Lan opened her mouth wide, regretting why she had praised him so much. What should she do now? As she anxiously racked her brain for an excuse, a pleasant voice rang out from behind her. Qiu Lan knew her savior had arrived.
“Zhao Supervisor!”
Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao the Eunuch immediately adopted a respectful demeanor and smiled: “Oh, it’s Mo Ming!”
The newcomer was indeed Mo Ming. Upon returning to the company yesterday, Zhao the Eunuch had heard about him and knew that he was Murong Lian’s personal bodyguard. There were even rumors that he was being pampered by Murong Lian. Therefore, Zhao the Eunuch dared not offend him easily.
Mo Ming smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Yes, Zhao Supervisor, you really came early. You are quite diligent; the company is in need of talents like you. I will have a good talk with President Mu about this."
"Hey, look at what you're saying." Zhao the Eunuch felt quite pleased but still humbly replied, "Many employees come in early; they are very diligent. I can't be considered diligent."
As he spoke, Zhao the Eunuch's expression changed again as he pointed at Qiu Lan's head with his fingers in a delicate manner. It was quite a hard tap, causing Qiu Lan to exclaim in surprise, innocently pouting and rubbing her head. Zhao the Eunuch continued, "But this little girl not only skipped work without reason but also dared to be late today. Tell me, why did you skip work and arrive late? Mo Ming is listening; if you can't provide a reason, just wait to be fired. Hmph!"
His words were delivered in a rather effeminate tone, sending chills down Mo Ming's spine. Looking at the aggrieved Qiu Lan, Mo Ming could only say, "Zhao Supervisor, I’m really sorry. Yesterday she had her... period and was in so much pain she could barely walk; we almost had to take her to the hospital. She asked me for leave, and I informed President Mu directly but didn’t tell you. President Mu has already approved her absence yesterday."
When Mo Ming said this, Qiu Lan felt utterly embarrassed and wished she could find a hole to hide in. She shot Mo Ming a resentful glance, wondering how he could say such things so easily.
"Oh, so that's how it is," Zhao the Eunuch said after looking at Qiu Lan with a pained expression. "Girls have it tough; I can understand. Fine, I'll let you off this time, but don’t be late again!" After saying this, Zhao the Eunuch waved his hand awkwardly at Mo Ming and left.
Once Zhao the Eunuch was gone, Qiu Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief and scolded, "Why did you have to say that? You really embarrassed me!"
"Hehe, if I hadn't said that, would Zhao the Eunuch have let you off?" Mo Ming chuckled without any embarrassment. In contrast, Qiu Lan's face turned even redder upon hearing his words.
Recalling what happened yesterday, Qiu Lan snapped back to reality and said, "Mo Ming, thank you for yesterday. But I can't accept that money; I know it was hard-earned by you. I'll just take my forty thousand back. Give me your account number; I'll transfer the rest of the money to you in a few days."
"I already told you that when you help me out, I’ll help you back without any refusal," Mo Ming replied with a smile. "Besides, you originally had four hundred thousand; I accidentally sold your shares and left you with only forty thousand. I have to return it to you anyway. Just keep that money; otherwise, it feels like you're not treating me as a friend."
"But..." Qiu Lan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Fine, I'll take forty thousand and return the rest to you. Hurry up and give me your account number." She reached out for his account number.
"Forget it; after all, that money was earned using your funds; it's still your money. Why should I take it?" Mo Ming shook his head firmly.
"No way!" Qiu Lan insisted. "That money was earned by your hard work over two hours of trading! I've already taken forty thousand; how can I take more? No way! Hurry up and give me your account number."
Mo Ming found Qiu Lan's serious demeanor amusing and said, "I mean, others would want to pocket all the money they can get; why are you so eager to give it away? Are you even human?"
"Nope! I'm an alien from outer space!" Qiu Lan retorted playfully. "Can we stop changing the subject? Hurry up and give me your account number! I need your account number!"
"......" Mo Ming was truly at a loss for words. It seemed that this girl was determined not to accept it. After thinking for a while, Mo Ming had no choice but to say, "Alright, I don't have a card number right now. I'll handle it when I get a card another day. For now, I'll just leave it with you for safekeeping. Is that okay?"
"Sure, you can leave it with me and rest assured, it's absolutely safe." Qiu Lan patted her not-so-prominent chest in assurance. Then she became curious and asked, "Hey, Mo Ming, how did you manage to make so much money in just two hours last night? I'm really curious. Why isn't 400,000 enough for you? Don't you fear losing it?"
Mo Ming naturally wouldn't tell Qiu Lan that he couldn't resist the urge to keep trading.
To be honest, if the market hadn't closed, Mo Ming might have continued trading even more because since entering the Stock Market, he had always been a master trader, only making profits without losses. He had an extraordinary confidence in Stock Trading.
Of course, Mo Ming had a mentor; he couldn't have learned Stock Trading and become so skilled out of thin air.
"Fear? How could I not be afraid of losing?" Mo Ming laughed and said, "When I made 400,000, I wanted to stop, but my hand twitched and I ended up buying other stocks. I had no choice but to continue pushing through. Luckily, I didn't lose."
"I just don't believe that," Qiu Lan said skeptically. Since Mo Ming didn't want to elaborate further, she didn't press on but playfully said, "Mo Ming, do you have some secret to Stock Trading? Teach me! I want to be your disciple."
"Do you still dare to trade stocks? If you lose money again, I can't help you," Mo Ming shook his head and replied. "You should just give up; once you're deep in the Stock Market, it's like an ocean. Why bother maintaining your integrity for strangers?" With that, Mo Ming hurriedly tried to escape.
"Hey, Mo Ming! Teach me!" Qiu Lan quickly chased after him.
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