"Teacher Yang, are you asleep?"
Qin Chuan's opening line was a basic template reminiscent of later-day simps.
He couldn't help it. He'd thought for a long time and didn't know how to start formally, so this was the best he could do.
However, he had a different perspective on the term "simp."
The reason simps are called simps is entirely dependent on the goddess's side. If the goddess is interested in you, then you're not a simp, but the beginning of a beautiful romance.
Only those who are treated as spare tires by the goddess, investing emotional and financial resources without realizing it, are true simps.
Qin Chuan believed he was definitely not one. Teacher Yang clearly had some interest in him.
Even though they hadn't been in contact for over half a year due to various reasons, after meeting at the Yang family's place today, with the perfect assist from his brother-in-law and his own flawless acting, Yang Zimo's anger had evidently subsided a lot.
The fact that she was willing to give him her phone number in the end was the best proof. If Yang Zimo hadn't been interested, she wouldn't have given him her number.
After sending the message, Qin Chuan waited anxiously in his bed.
This moment truly felt like an eternity, a feeling he'd never experienced with Li Ya.
Because on the night he got together with Li Ya, Qin Chuan had been passive.
She knew exactly what she wanted and liked, and dared to pursue it actively, rather than passively.
But it was different with Teacher Yang Zimo. Teacher Yang had a cool and aloof personality, with a touch of the Yang family's inherent arrogance. If others didn't make the first move, she would never initiate.
So Qin Chuan had to take the initiative.
"Beep!"
Amidst the anxious wait, his phone finally emitted a notification sound.
Qin Chuan opened his phone with lightning speed. Indeed, it was a message from Teacher Yang. The content surprised him: "Who are you?"
Qin Chuan was stunned. He looked at the message. It shouldn't be like this. Yang Zimo should know it was him.
Soon, he realized. This was probably Teacher Yang being deliberately playful.
Yang Zimo had a cool personality and an inherent arrogance. If he also acted too respectfully, treating the goddess like a treasure, afraid of her melting if held too tight or slipping away if held too loosely, he would truly become a simp.
As the saying goes, a good woman fears a persistent suitor. What Qin Chuan needed to do was leverage his thick skin and conquer Teacher Yang, this treasure trove.
This was a truth he had grasped from the very first day he started interacting with Yang Zimo.
Otherwise, if he were timid, having the desire but not the courage, he might never have any connection with Yang Zimo.
With this thought, Qin Chuan quickly replied.
"I'm the big bad wolf, here to trick Little Red Riding Hood. Please open the door, I'm right outside your house."
Less than three seconds after sending the message, the phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Teacher Yang's name.
Qin Chuan's lips curled upwards. He answered the call, and Teacher Yang's anxious voice came through: "Qin Chuan, you're not actually outside my house, are you?"
"My brother told me he arranged a hotel for you!"
Qin Chuan teased deliberately: "Who says you can't leave the hotel once you're staying there?"
"You... you're really outside my house?"
Yang Zimo was anxious.
"Guess!"
Qin Chuan said with a smile.
On the other end of the line, Yang Zimo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Since you're already outside my house, then come over. My parents are here too."
"I'm watching TV with them now!"
"If you come, it will be more lively with more people!"
This time it was Qin Chuan's turn to be dumbfounded. He quickly chuckled and played along: "Uh... I was kidding you. I'm lying on a hotel bed right now. Do you want to come over?"
"You pervert! You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"
Yang Zimo immediately scolded.
"Heh heh, if a dog's mouth could spit out ivory, I'd be the dog king from now on, raising thousands of them! I'd never have to worry about food or drink, and I'd marry you as my wife!"
"Who... who said I'd be your wife? You're so thick-skinned. I haven't forgiven you yet, and you're already pushing your luck!"
"Can't help it, this is just who I am. You know that, don't you?"
"Besides, if I weren't thick-skinned and had your arrogant personality, we'd probably be separated for good..."
"Who are you calling arrogant? How am I arrogant? I'm very easygoing, okay?"
"Alright, alright, my Teacher Yang is the gentlest!"
"Who's your Teacher Yang? Your skin is even thicker than before..."
After a session of playful banter, the call finally ended, with both of them still wanting more, when Yang Zimo urged him from her end.
The night passed in silence. The next morning, at ten o'clock.
In the VIP trading room of Zhongcai Futures, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong stood in front of the computer, staring intently at the opening market interface.
Both of them were very nervous. This was real trading now, a confrontation with real money, where even a single point fluctuation could mean a twenty-thousand fluctuation.
To ensure no mistakes were made in their operations, they had even called in professional staff to handle the trades for them.
A total of two million yuan in capital, with a ten-times leverage!
The entire two million yuan was bet all at once, converted into margin.
At the current Hang Seng Index price, one lot was about forty thousand yuan. This was for the large Hang Seng Index, not the mini one. With twenty million yuan, they could buy five hundred lots.
In the last minute of the bidding, Qin Chuan instructed the staff to firmly sell short and short the market.
For an individual, two million yuan was a large sum of capital. However, in the futures market, this amount of capital was not even a drop in the ocean.
After all, the daily trading volume in the Hong Kong stock market was an astronomical figure, with turnover often in the tens of billions. For every seller, there was a buyer; it was a game of multiple parties.
The moment Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong's twenty million yuan entered the market, it was instantly traded, and buy-sell contracts were signed.
If the Hang Seng Index fell today, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong would profit. If it rose, they would lose. They would lose as much as the Hang Seng Index rose.
"Bosses, you've bought a total of five hundred lots. Now we just wait for today's market trend!"
After the staff completed the operations, they said.
Swoosh!
Yang Conglong took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and threw it to him: "If we make money today, there will be a bonus!"
"Thank you, boss! Wish you prosperity!"
The staff member, a man in his thirties named Mao Huasheng, was also very excited to see the large transactions made by Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong.
He had been in the industry for quite some time, but it was rare to see young people like them entering the market with two million yuan all at once, and also using ten-times leverage.
They were too bold; young calves weren't afraid of tigers!
Mao Huasheng could tell that Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong were not seasoned stock market veterans; their experience was quite limited.
"It's opening! It's opening!!"
At this moment, Yang Conglong shouted loudly.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, unmoving.