Chapter 234 You don’t have to come to my class anymore! Yu Xian was fantasizing about how to spend Christmas, but Director Chen had no idea about it at all. He had too many things to consider. At present, Christmas is just a symbol to him. The weekend passed quickly and Chen went back home on Sunday. Mao Xiaoqin was no longer surprised that her son would occasionally come back to improve their meals. Empress Dowager Mao felt that Chen Zhuo's decision to sign an article in the newspaper was a bit impulsive. "It seems that the stock market is closed these two days." Mao Xiaoqin now knows the term "market closure". She said with some dissatisfaction: "Anyway, during the two days when we couldn't trade, your father and I received many calls from friends and relatives." "Oh, what did the uncles and aunts say?" Chen asked with interest while chewing the meat bun slowly. "I just think that you are a child who is still wet behind the ears. Why do you have to go and point fingers at the stock market when you have nothing to do?"

While peeling eggs for her son, Mao Xiaoqin said, "Aunt Guan is worried that you were pushed to the front by the bad guys to be a scapegoat to attract fire." Chen couldn't help laughing. "Ah? They should know that I'm from Lingyuan's economics class. It's not too much for me to express my opinion with this kind of academic background. Besides, I'm not important enough to be a scapegoat." "Society is very complicated. If it weren't for Zhizhi, I would have had such doubts!" Mao Xiaoqin still asked worriedly: "The stock market seemed to be rising last Friday, and Lao Guan is very sure that it will also rise today, Monday. Are you sure? I am worried that those remarks will backfire on me." "I can't say for sure in one or two days, but the overall trend is definitely downward." Chen said honestly. "If the market hadn't fallen today, your father and mother would have been ridiculed as well." Mao Xiaoqin placed the peeled and tender eggs in front of Chen Zhe. "Just make some mockery if you want." Chen said with a smile: "You should learn from my dad. These voices will definitely not affect his mentality. Besides, because of this incident, the website's attention continues to rise, and the number of views and business volume has increased a lot." “How many people became paying members yesterday?” Mao Xiaoqin asked casually. She graduated from a reputable medical school, so it was not difficult for her to understand the profit model of her son's website. "Yesterday there were 47 in total. Now it's not just Guangzhou. Some surrounding cities like Shaoguan and Chaozhou also have parents who have become paying members." Chen Zhuo knew these data very well. "47?" Mao Xiaoqin exclaimed in disbelief, that's nearly 2 yuan. It's a little hard to believe that a small website can make so much money? Chen Zhuo disagreed. Now was the era of the Internet boom, so what was 20,000 yuan a day? In fact, for the "CUHK Learning Network" right now, it is both sweet and troublesome. The hype has been created and advertisements have been run, but because the expansion was too rapid, the teaching staff in third- and fourth-tier cities has not kept up. Chen had a solution in mind, but he felt he needed to go back and discuss it with his colleagues.

“It feels like you haven’t done anything!” Mao Xiaoqin said that this kind of talk can only be between a biological mother and her son. If it were anyone else, Chen would turn around and sue her for defamation. "Mom, you don't understand. We provide convenience to the best of our ability for those in need." Chen smiled and said, "If you feel like you haven't done anything, then that means you're not the target of our website." Chen pointed out the reason incisively and accurately. This is like buying groceries online, which grandpa and grandma over 60 years old think is useless. That's because they have nothing to do after retirement and have plenty of time, so they prefer to go to the market themselves to pick out some fresh vegetables and meat. Therefore, they are not the target customers of websites like PuPu Supermarket. However, it was difficult to explain this to Empress Dowager Mao for the time being, so Chen drank the last sip of milk and went to school. ······ There are still four classes on Monday morning, two ideological and political classes and two microeconomics classes. In the second ideological and political class, the stock market finally opened belatedly. What disappointed Chen was that the market was rising steadily today, and many stocks were glowing red and rising rapidly. "Hey~" Chen shook his head sadly. "What's wrong?" Liu Qiming from next door joked: "Did you have a fight with your girlfriend over the weekend?" "No, because of work." Chen Zhuo did not give the specific reason. "It's almost the end of the semester, so you should review your lessons." Liu Qiming rarely had the chance to educate Chen, so he seized the opportunity and said, "We are still students after all. Starting a business is very risky. Don't let your career fail and you fail the exams in the end." "Secretary Liu has a point." Chen Zhuo was not angry, but smiled as if he had heard it. "It's good that you know!" Liu was quite satisfied. After all, Chen Zhe was one of the most influential figures in the freshman year, but he did not put on airs when accepting criticism. In fact, in Liu Qiming's view, Laoliu Chenzhe is a very charismatic leader and friend. He basically doesn't swear, is emotionally stable and thorough, is humble and low-key, often successful, and is quite patient. This is different from those carefree and reckless heroes. Chen Zhe has more of the shadow of the city's highly educated elite. After the ideological and political class ended, Chen Zhuo and Song Shiwei, who was attending the same class, looked at each other. Although she didn't say hello, Chen felt that Sister Sweet lingered on him for a while.

"Do you want to have lunch with me?" Chen sent a message to Song Shiwei and asked. "Ah." Song Shiwei's reply was brief, but he did not deny the meaning. "Then we'll meet in the cafeteria of School 5." Chen Zhuo thought Sister Sweet was really interesting. Sometimes he had to guess what she was thinking. She would be happy if she guessed it right, but she would not express it directly; If you guess wrong, she won't blame you. "School Beauty Song has always had a rich inner world, but she needs someone to guide her." Chen Zhuo did not deny that he was the key. Otherwise, her future situation would be that in a suffocating and misunderstood family environment, those undigested negative emotions would slowly cause her sense of alienation to become more and more serious, and finally she would really become an iceberg. “Am I doing a good deed?” On the way to the Microeconomics classroom, Chen joked to himself. When I arrived at the classroom, Professor Shao Hong of Microeconomics was already waiting there. Professor Shao is a teacher with unique academic views, which can even be described as bold and sharp, but he is also very knowledgeable. He is a rather arrogant person, looking down on colleagues who are just sitting there doing nothing. He has even criticized some policies and regulations in class. He is a controversial faculty member but very popular among students. After all the students sat down, Shao Hong did not start the class as usual. Instead, he glanced around and asked suddenly, "Is Chen Zhuo here?" Everyone looked at Chen Zhuo, who was also confused. He stood up and said, "Professor Shao, I'm here." "Oh." Professor Shao Hong glanced at Chen Zhuo, then lowered his head expressionlessly, as if checking Chen Zhuo's usual attendance records. "What's going on? Could it be that Lao Liu takes too many days off and Professor Shao is planning to use him as a target?" "That's impossible. Professor Shao's teaching style is quite Western. He doesn't seem like the type to take things too seriously." "It's hard to say. He's still a passionate middle-aged man who acts on impulse. He won't make Lao Liu fail the exam, right?" …… Several roommates in 520 were talking about it. At this time, Professor Shao Hong suddenly asked: "Do you think your point of view on the controversial article about the stock market in Yangcheng Evening News is correct?" "What manuscript?" No one quite understood. At present, except Chen Zhuo, no one else in the economics class was trading stocks.

After all, this is only the first semester of the freshman year, and these 18/19 year old students have not yet tried to understand these things. Chen Zhuo was also wondering in his heart, could it be that Lao Shao is also a stock investor, so he disagrees with my negative views? However, it was impossible for Chen Zhuo to back down now that things had come to this. He was already prepared to debate Professor Shao for 300 rounds, and he calmly replied, "I think my point of view is very correct." Professor Shao listened, stared at Chen for a while, pushed his glasses and said, "You don't have to take my class this semester or next semester." "Wow~" There was an uproar in the classroom. Chen Zhe was quite popular in the class and the dormitory, and no one knew what he had done to cause Professor Shao to be so disgusted with him. Although Chen Zhuo was also shocked, he reflected on whether he had offended Professor Shao recently. Professor Shao Hong continued, "The purpose of learning is to apply what you have learned. Whether it is your entrepreneurial resume or your analysis of the stock market, you must persist..." “Whether I can succeed or not, or whether I’m right or not, I feel that I am far ahead of all the students in the class.” Professor Shao Hong was not being sarcastic or sarcastic. He said sincerely, "Going to class is just a waste of time for you." "No matter what other teachers think, you can ask for leave from my class from now on, and I will make sure you don't fail the final exam!" Professor Shao's tone revealed deep admiration: "I don't want China's Bill Gates or Steve Jobs to be drowned in tedious coursework." ······ (End of this chapter)