Seeing Li Dan in such a state, Zhang Tianxing sighed. A beauty bending to money, a proud daughter of heaven reduced to this by financial pressure.
"How about this, you write an IOU, and I'll lend you the money. You don't need to say anything else," Zhang Tianxing said to Li Dan after some thought.
For someone pursuing a doctorate at Harvard, fifty thousand was not a trivial sum. He considered it an investment, a thousand pieces of gold to buy a horse's bones.
Upon hearing Zhang Tianxing's reply, Li Dan was overjoyed. She had considered this before, but the highest offer she received was only ten thousand, far short of her deficit.
Zhang Tianxing's decisiveness truly made him seem god-like. Having audaciously shorted the Nasdaq for a hundred million U.S. dollars, a mere trifle from his earnings could solve her problem.
Looking at Zhang Tianxing, who was younger than herself, Li Dan found herself mesmerized. Her eyes widened, unable to believe Zhang Tianxing had agreed to her request.
They didn't have a deep connection, and fifty thousand was certainly not a small amount. She hadn't expected Zhang Tianxing to agree so readily.
Seeing Li Dan frozen in place, Zhang Tianxing said with a hint of impatience, "Are you going to write the IOU or not? If not, I'm not lending. My money didn't come from a gust of wind."
"I'll write it, right away," Li Dan hastily stood up, grabbed paper and pen, and began to write.
After finishing, Li Dan's beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Tianxing. "Bring it over. I'll transfer the money to you now."
Then, she made a phone call and arranged for Guo Jiajia to transfer the money to the designated account.
At this moment, Li Dan's feelings were complex. Her current starting point was undoubtedly high. In terms of education, she surpassed most.
However, she felt lost about her future.
How much money could she earn from research? How many years after graduation would it take her to earn fifty thousand?
In reality, Li Dan was already at the pinnacle of society. With her sweet appearance and high academic qualifications, she was an ideal candidate to become the young wife of a high-ranking official or a wealthy magnate.
But when it came to improving the genes of future generations, top families valued origin, bloodline, and genes.
Li Dan was considered to have strong genes. She possessed both education and beauty. As long as Li Dan agreed, there would be no shortage of suitors.
Li Dan found herself in a dilemma. If she had agreed earlier, she could have done so during her undergraduate years, and the money would have been hers long ago, saving her from her current hardship.
It was precisely because of that light in her heart – the belief that women couldn't be mere appendages to men, that women could forge their own paths and build their own careers.
Yet, the journey had been so arduous, and she hadn't even completed her studies.
After graduation, she would have to start from scratch. Zhang Tianxing, who was younger than her, was already thriving, and she felt a vast gap between them.
Zhang Tianxing wolfed down his meal and said, "You rest for a bit. I'm going to study."
Li Dan had never met someone so diligent. Zhang Tianxing had good conditions; he didn't need to work to earn money and could dedicate himself entirely to his studies.
In Zhang Tianxing, Li Dan discovered something peculiar: his social circle was unlike anything she knew.
Zhang Tianxing never attended parties or made deliberate efforts to socialize with foreigners.
Most new students abroad would try to integrate into their classmates' circles, holding small gatherings every few days. Socializing was the norm abroad.
"Zhang Tianxing, why don't you attend classmates' parties more often?" Li Dan asked curiously. Given Zhang Tianxing's circumstances – wealthy and good-looking – he would be an excellent boyfriend.
"Different circles, no need to force it," Zhang Tianxing replied nonchalantly. Li Dan had heard whispers about a super cool handsome guy from China who never attended parties.
He was also said to be incredibly wealthy. Perhaps it was human nature; the more unattainable something seemed, the more people would clamor for it.
Furthermore, Zhang Tianxing's bold move to short the Nasdaq for a hundred million U.S. dollars had stunned these ivory tower students.
It was from that moment on that the way classmates looked at Zhang Tianxing changed. Everyone clearly understood one thing.
In a few years, even the successful ones among them would likely not surpass him.
From that day forward, different people sought to connect with Zhang Tianxing, wanting to befriend him.
Without exception, Zhang Tianxing rejected them all.
Surprisingly, Zhang Tianxing's actions only further boosted his popularity, earning him the nickname "Harvard's Cold-Faced Male God."
Wang Yiding seethed with frustration. He had come abroad, believing that with his looks, wealth, and charm, he would be the brightest star at Harvard.
He hadn't expected that before he could even shine, everyone's attention would be captivated by Zhang Tianxing.
He attended gatherings frequently, engaging deeply with foreign friends and discussing studies. Yet, Zhang Tianxing, who never attended parties, had managed to overshadow him.
However, after learning about Zhang Tianxing's audacious move of shorting the Nasdaq for a hundred million U.S. dollars, the gossip and sarcasm around Zhang Tianxing in school significantly decreased. The strong were meant to be admired.
Especially since Zhang Tianxing also ran an investment company, which made them flock to him. When they had projects, they needed influential patrons like Zhang Tianxing.
Zhang Tianxing was utterly annoyed by the daily parties filled with dancing, drugs, and revelry. He simply wanted to be a handsome man in peace.
In desperation, he called Guo Jiajia.
"Guo Jiajia, why don't you come to Harvard? Be my companion."
Hearing Zhang Tianxing's request, Guo Jiajia couldn't help but laugh. "Boss, you're not a three-year-old. What kind of companion do you need when you're studying abroad?"
Oh no, he hadn't explained clearly, and Guo Jiajia had misunderstood.
"It's like this. Now, all of Harvard knows I have an investment company. Every time I'm at school, I receive a stack of business project proposals asking for investment. You know, my academic foundation is quite weak, and I have limited time for studying. How can I possibly handle this? If it's convenient for you, could you come and manage it?"
Hearing Zhang Tianxing's explanation, Guo Jiajia's interest was piqued. Harvard was the world's most renowned institution, and its students were all elites.
Could their creativity be lacking? She imagined there would be many brilliant ideas among them, just waiting to be assessed for feasibility.
Investors like them had only one task: to select projects they deemed viable, invest in them, and foster their growth, seeing if these projects could be transformed from concept to application.
"Okay, no problem. You're the boss, you decide," Guo Jiajia said after a moment's thought, agreeing to the matter. She then added, "Boss, I'll be working abroad. You need to provide me with an overseas allowance."
"It's just money, what's the big deal?" "No problem, I agree to all of it," Zhang Tianxing readily agreed, fearing she might not come. As long as she came, she could name her terms!