Chapter 57 Chapter 57: Nan Sheng
Ji Yehao quietly watched Su Yuan at her computer again. He could tell Su Yuan’s view of rich kids was somewhat negative. Not extreme, but if given the chance to “hit” a tycoon, she would never let it pass.
Aren’t tycoons born to be “hit”?
In some sense, he himself had already been “hit” by her more than once.
“Di di di!”
Yehao’s QQ chimed.
A friend messaged: “Ye Huang, why so silent? What are you doing?”
His fingers danced elegantly on the keyboard: “Sorry, chatting with my ‘wife.’”
“When did you get a wife? I didn’t know.”
“My business doesn’t need your approval. I mean my in‑game wife.”
The friend realized. “You mean Little Fox? So you two not only flirt online, but offline too? Same city, right? Don’t tell me you’re in a hotel now?”
“Go away, filthy mind! We both study in Binhe. We meet often, but only today did I learn she’s Little Fox.”
“That’s great—close at hand, easy advantage!”
Yehao smiled faintly. He knew his friend’s personality well and skipped the topic.
“Nan Sheng, I think she has a strong resentment toward the rich. What should I do?”
Nan Sheng was his friend’s online name, real name Jiang Nansheng, clan leader in the game. He laughed mischievously. “Aren’t you a textbook rich kid? You’re doomed. Some girls are stubborn—their first impression is hard to change.”
Nan Sheng had explained: women fall into three types.
One: born chasing money, openly materialistic. Give them wealth and pleasure, they’ll do anything. Two: more reserved, but eventually yield to money despite initial disdain. Three: stubborn resisters, convinced rich men have no love, only games. The more a rich heir pursues them, the more they suspect ulterior motives.
Many cliché romance novels use type three as the heroine—resisting at first, then yielding for love. Male leads start arrogant, then become obsessed.
Typical female‑authored plots.
Nan Sheng loved grand theories, his life like a dictionary full of obscure words.
“In short, such girls lack proper education! Ye Huang, it’s up to your future teaching,” he laughed.
Yehao dismissed his words as nonsense. Looking at Su Yuan, he wondered: if she were truly a girl, which type would she be?
She seemed to show traits of all three—resistance, materialism, and a hint of coyness.
He shook his head, remembering how she had “robbed” him of money. He had started Zhuxian 2 only that summer, not skilled, but money gave him power. Little Fox was his in‑game “wife.” He had told Su Yuan: games are games, mixing with reality ruins the fun.
So he didn’t care if his “wife” was a burly man or a delicate beauty. He treated the game as just a game.
But learning Su Yuan was Little Fox changed everything. Reality had intruded into the game, breaking his detachment.
If Little Fox were a stranger, he’d shrug it off. But she was his roommate—he couldn’t ignore it.
“Ye Huang, still playing?”
“No. I’ll shelve both accounts for now.”
Nan Sheng: “Then I’m out of a job as clan leader. Fine, time to focus on real life.”
“…”
“Don’t ignore me. My parents are furious at my idleness. If I don’t prove myself, they’ll cut me off. You’ll have to support me.”
“If that day comes, come work for me. Two thousand a month, meals included.”
Silence. Then Nan Sheng roared: “Damn! Two thousand doesn’t even cover fuel!”
Yehao chuckled. “Then sell the car. Live comfortably for a while.”
“…”
Nan Sheng fumed. “Truly, you’re ruthless!”
Later, he messaged: “Why is Huaxin Tech’s stock still falling? I was counting on it to turn things around.”
Yehao frowned. Yes, it had been dropping since purchase.
“Could the insider info be false?” Nan Sheng asked. Yehao shook his head. “The info is real. The decline means a big predator is lurking.”
Nan Sheng sighed. “If so, that predator is huge.”
“Yes. After several plunges, it’s been sliding steadily. Many small investors are ready to sell.”
“This is the darkness before dawn!” Nan Sheng smiled again. “But strange—Huaxin Tech mainly makes medical and chemical instruments. Why does the insider say it’s cooperating with the military?”
“Huaxin Tech, full name Huaxin Technology Group Co., Ltd., is an old firm from Haizhou. Founded in the 1980s during reform, it grew despite setbacks. Now it’s huge, with branches nationwide. Products include medical devices, analytical instruments, bio‑equipment—hundreds of items.”
“Hundreds!!”
Nan Sheng gasped. “So big! Those instruments cost tens of thousands at least.”
He had invested with Yehao but knew little.
“Yes. Mass spectrometers, chromatographs, PCR machines—expensive. Even simpler items like pipettes and incubators sell widely.”
“Go on.”
Yehao continued. “In the 21st century, Huaxin sought to list publicly. Total shares: 2.4 billion. 500 million tradable, 1.9 billion restricted. At 47 yuan per share, market cap 112.8 billion RMB—about 18 billion USD.”
Nan Sheng calculated. A month ago, shares were double—nearly 40 billion USD.
“Wow! A giant. Our investments are child’s play compared to this.”
Even wealthy families seemed small beside Huaxin. Their insider‑based bets were nothing against real predators.
Huaxin listed to raise funds and spread risk. Too big to eat alone—envy would follow. In China, few private firms reach this scale, and all seek listing.
“Huaxin has a research institute. One project is cooperating with the military on bio‑energy, with major breakthroughs. Once announced, the stock will soar.”
“But the press conference was delayed by the military. Should be soon.”
Nan Sheng nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”
Yehao smiled. “We’re friends. Even if leaked, no one would invest billions on my word alone. If wrong, they’d dismiss it.”
Nan Sheng laughed. Truth and falsehood blur. Huaxin’s scale is too vast. Without solid proof, only fools would gamble big.
He knew even Yehao, with insider info, had suffered losses. That made people doubt.
“If not for trusting you, I’d have quit. Where did you get this info?”
Yehao smirked. “That’s my secret.”
“Fine. Still, I envy your student life. Time spares no one.”
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