Chapter 18 Jiang Yan's Pursuit Although Ai Qin next to him looked normal, unlike before when she sat upright on the chair, her body was always slightly leaning towards him. Chen Yu: "Have you run out of phone?" Zhao Chuan nodded and immediately returned the phone to Chen Yu. Taking this opportunity, he leaned close to his ear and said, "Brother Yu, I just saw the text message by accident. How do you have so much money?!" Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, then he saw the text message of the deposit he had just received. While he was a little surprised to get 50,000 yuan, he suddenly realized that these two people must have seen the text message, otherwise he could not explain the sudden change in attitude. Zhao Chuan smiled and said, "Brother Yu, you are a hidden talent!" Chen Yu held his forehead with his hand, not knowing how Zhao Chuan could have imagined this. He explained, "This mobile number belongs to my father, so I can receive text messages about deposits into his bank card." It was both troublesome and unnecessary to explain this "huge" amount of money to a senior high school student, so he made up a lie to get away with it. Whether people believed it or not was none of his business. This reason was a bit lame, and Zhao Chuan obviously didn't believe it. It was not like he couldn't afford a mobile phone number, so why did he have to give the phone that was linked to his bank card to his son? "I understand. I have to hide my shortcomings." Zhao Chuan nodded vigorously and said with a half-joking smile: "Brother Yu, I can't find a job after graduation. You have to help me." Chen Yu said helplessly: "It's not what you think." The latter just nodded his head frantically in agreement, obviously wondering what his imagination was thinking about.

Forget it... Chen Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense. Ai Qin, who had been listening to their conversation with her ears perked up, stared at him with eyes curved like crescent moons, as if she wanted to see something from his face. Chen Yu was very familiar with this kind of look. He had seen it too many times in his previous life. It was a "female gaze" that was staring at him. For men, if there is something shining about the opposite sex, they will probably stare at it. Women will always "stare" at the top 5% of men. Obviously, he is now included in Ai Qin's active hunting range. Of course, Ai Qin herself may not be aware of this. Ai Qin was born into a merchant family. Her family was once wealthy. She attended an aristocratic school in middle school. Although her family fell into decline, her vision remained. In her recent contact with Chen Yu, she keenly felt that he had qualities that were different from those of ordinary high school students: confident, rebellious, and cold. When she was in middle school, her father's business was booming and there were many successful people among his business associates. She also met many successful people and knew that the more confident a person is, the more obvious these qualities will be in him. Not only did Chen Yu ignore her, he even looked down on Li Hualiang. Chen Yu is a high school student, but the shadow of his pitcher's feet overlaps with and even exceeds those of successful people from time to time. Is it because of his personality? Or something else? The boy in front of her seemed to be shrouded in mystery. With this exploration and curiosity, she took the initiative to talk to him many times. The text message she saw today not only became the ironclad evidence that "Chen Yu was unusual", but also became the catalyst for the curiosity that was already growing in her heart. Who is he? Ai Qin became more and more curious, so curious that it seemed like a kitten was scratching her heart. Ai Qin suddenly spoke up, her face flushed. "Chen Yu, I searched for "Xia Lian" but couldn't find it. What was the real name of the movie? I want to finish watching it." Chen Yu glanced at her and said helplessly: "Children are not allowed to watch." Ai Qin glared at him, obviously unconvinced, and puffed out her chest, "Don't underestimate me!" Although it is not big, this is deliberately emphasized so that you can see that there is still stock. …… Three hours ago, Binhai City.

Jiang Yan ran into some trouble. A middle-aged man was slamming the table angrily: "We are all family. I remember telling you at Fujiang Securities not to enter the market! But you are secretly raising the stock price. What's the meaning?" The capital behind the middle-aged man is preparing to acquire the Pou Chen Group by secretly increasing its holdings. It already holds 14% of the shares and is only 8% away from becoming the company's largest shareholder. After that, it only needs to dissolve the board of directors to successfully complete the acquisition plan. But just when it was about to happen, a large amount of funds suddenly flowed in, pushing the stock price up by 30%. A single move can affect the entire body. Not only is it difficult to back down, but the acquisition plan that was originally a sure win may now result in huge losses. The middle-aged man was very angry and yelled: "Originally one share was 8, now it's 6. Tell me, how much have we lost?!" The stock market is a game of taking advantage of each other's pockets. If someone makes money, someone else will lose money. Jiang Yan, who had just finished a banquet and was still in a formal dress, forced a smile and said palely, "Boss Gu, please believe me, we are not long on this stock." The reason why financial analysts rarely recommend certain soaring stocks is not because they are deaf and blind, or not competent enough, but because there are usually conspiracies behind these stocks, making it inconvenient to participate. The man called Mr. Gu took out his cell phone and slammed it on the table. "Then tell me, what's going on with this text message?" Jiang Yan took a look and found that it was the text message from the impostor. The text message clearly recommended Baocheng stock. She suddenly felt speechless. After she asked someone to investigate, she didn't take the matter too seriously. Who could have known that it would be such a coincidence and just happen to stir up trouble. It stands to reason that a text message could not leverage such a huge amount of funds and directly disrupt the acquisition plan that Mr. Gu and the capital behind him had been preparing for a long time. But now that all the facts have been pieced together, Jiang Yan and the Fu Jiang Securities she represents are like mud that fell into the crotch of pants, it must be shit. This bastard... Jiang Yan became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. Jiang Yan let out a long breath, "Boss Gu, please believe me..." It took her a lot of persuasion and the promise of many benefits to calm the middle-aged man down. The middle-aged man finally left, but he snorted coldly before leaving, obviously still a little dissatisfied. Jiang Yan rubbed his brows, leaned heavily on the office chair, and dialed the phone again: "Are there any results for the account we investigated before?" The other end responded: "We have sent your email what we found, but this person found out it was a drug dog, and it looks like it's obviously a glove, so we want to check it out again." Jiang Yan hung up the phone and opened her mailbox. All the information was there, including her biography, the account registration location, her residential address, and the account registration time. After staring at the registration time which was only a few days away and thinking for a while, Jiang Yan picked up the car keys on the table and quickly left the office. …… Near Jinjiang No. 1 Middle School. The dog poisoner was smoking with his eyes squinting, holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, squatting on the curb in a decadent manner as always. Suddenly, a sharp brake sound broke the silence, and a shiny black Mercedes-Benz S65 AMG sedan stopped steadily in front of him, only a few feet away from him.

He had never seen much of the world, but he knew at a glance that the car was worth a lot, and was stunned. If he knew the sky-high price of four million, he would probably jump in shock. The car door slowly opened with a slight "click" sound, and a slender calf appeared, wrapped in black stockings and wearing a pair of burgundy high heels. The poisonous dog brother remembered someone's instructions, took out his cell phone and sent a text message: "The strange woman you mentioned is here to see you." (End of this chapter)