Free Web NovelChapter 948: Chapter 945: When Enemies Meet (Part 7)
Zhou Xiaoxuan deflated the moment she heard that, lying there pitifully. "Ugh, divorced, life’s just unlivable. Those so‑called girlfriends from before all laugh at me behind my back, gloating. I don’t even have enough money on hand to splurge. Every day I just eat then sleep, sleep then eat, I don’t even know how to kill time. Am I supposed to just muddle along and wait for death?"
"Can’t you go on blind dates? Can’t you learn something?"
"Blind dates? The moment men hear I’ve got some money, every single one of them locks onto me. How am I supposed to know whether they’re after my money or not? Once they’ve spent it, they’ll just kick me away with one shove—what am I supposed to do then?"
"You don’t know how to keep your eyes wide open?"
"Tch, easy for you to say. If good men are so easy to find, how come you’re still a leftover single woman? You introduce me to two guys like Huang Xiaojue and let me see?"
Xu Xiaoya’s head was practically as big as a bucket.
With Huang Xiaojue as the benchmark stuck there, there’s no way Zhou Xiaoxuan is ever going to find another suitable man.
"Xu Xiaoya, have a little pity on me, let me buy in, okay? If I don’t find some way to grow that three‑plus million of mine, I really can only sit and wait for it to devalue..."
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"I read some info yesterday, do you know how bad inflation eats away at wealth? Right now the RMB is inflating at 15% a year; in five years it’s cut in half, in thirty‑five years it shrinks by seven multiplications; and remember, not seven times, it’s 2 to the 7th power, it’s 128 times; for example: 1.28 million now will only have the purchasing power of ten thousand in thirty‑five years; and that’s not even the scariest part—if it inflates like it did from 1992 to ’94 at 30–40% a year, that’s even more terrifying. If what comes next is several‑fold inflation, ah, I really don’t dare imagine what happens to my three‑plus million, there’ll be no way to retire on it, it’ll probably shrink down to the purchasing power of twenty or thirty thousand at most..."
Xu Xiaoya couldn’t take it anymore. "Since when did you become an economist?"
"I’m worried about that three‑plus million of mine. I don’t care, Xu Xiaoya, you have to let me buy in. If you don’t look out for me, nobody will."
Xu Xiaoya was completely speechless.
"Is it because Yan Xixi won’t let you agree? That woman Yan Xixi is just full of schemes and stingy as hell, watching me die and not lending a hand. You tell me, what’s the point of her being like that?"
"Hey, doing business also depends on fate. If the paths aren’t the same, you don’t work together. Right now you see our business is good, steady profits, so you insist on buying in. But let me ask you: if one day business goes bad and we lose money, what then? Are you going to curse us to death when that happens?"
The halo of being a Saint feels good for a moment, but after that...?
Xu Xiaoya stopped nagging her, just walked into the restroom, thought for a bit, and told Yan Xixi about Zhou Ting and Huang’s mom coming to the shop.
This boutique had already become a transit hub where all sorts of characters came onstage in full costume.
Zhou Ting dropping by from time to time definitely wasn’t for no reason. Especially after Yan Xixi had given her that "wedding grand gift." Even the completely clueless Xu Xiaoya understood that this woman absolutely had some other motive that no one knew about.
At that moment, Huang Xiaojue was also just arriving at the airport; he was about to attend another important meeting.
Before he left, Zhou Ting called once, her voice unexpectedly gentle. "Xiaojue, come back early when you’re done, we still have to try on the wedding dress one last time."
He answered blandly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"I’m out shopping with Auntie. After we’re done, we’re going home to eat the hotpot your dad’s making. Tonight we’re doing hotpot at home ourselves. Xiaojue, if only you were home too. Hurry there and hurry back, I’m already starting to miss you again..."
"..."
Zhou Ting stayed soft and considerate. "Don’t worry about things at home, I’ll keep your mom company more."
"Thanks."
After hanging up, he was slightly surprised. He’d thought Zhou Ting’s little princess temper would last a while, at least until she’d finished roaring, but he hadn’t expected her to change faces faster than flipping a page.
Sure enough, merchants are the best actors of all.
He gave a wry smile.
His phone rang.
He glanced at the text that came in and froze. It was a list of attendees, and right there on it were the three characters "Wan Donglin." There was no way this was some chance encounter; in fact, while the name Wan Donglin was very common, the one who could appear at this secret meeting could only possibly be that one single "Wan Donglin"...
According to the rumors, hadn’t he been shot several times and on his last legs?
Even if they’d hired a famous doctor and the surgery had gone well, he was already making a comeback in such a short time?
The Wan Family was no longer willing to "hide their light and bide their time"?
