Chapter 194: Five Hundred Million Isn't Enough
Yang Fei didn't want to tell Zhang Yang because she was afraid that once he found out, he would go all out to help her, but Zhang Yang's current strength wasn't enough to save her. If that happened, not only would he fail to help, but Nuwa Company would also get dragged into chaos. That was something she didn't want to see. However, if she didn't tell him, and he later found out she'd gone through such trouble while he stood by doing nothing, he'd regret it for life.
As a woman, her instincts told her that the relationship between Yang Fei and Zhang Yang wasn't purely teacher and student. Zhang Yang felt that way toward Yang Fei, and Yang Fei saw Zhang Yang the same way. If this continued, unexpected things might happen.
There was a sentence she remembered clearly—Zhang Yang saved her three times!
In this world, what kind of kindness could compare to saving one's life? And not once, but three times. What kind of fate must two people share to meet like that?
Of course, as a normal woman, she didn't want the man she loved to have beautiful women around him multiplying like handbags in a collection—more every day, never enough.
As the saying goes, there's no smoke without fire. Zhang Yang and Yang Fei spent every night together; no matter how much of an ice queen she was, there would come a time she'd melt. The recent news might've been full of rumors, but not without some truth.
In this world, love is the easiest thing—and the hardest…
Harsh sunlight streamed through the gap of the unclosed curtains, brightening Zhang Yang's eyes. His eyelids twitched, and then he opened his eyes to find it already bright outside.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. It smelled like the Dior perfume Qiao Xier often used. He rubbed his eyes and then remembered—he'd fallen asleep in Qiao Xier's bed last night.
Turning his head, he saw a pair of bright, smiling eyes staring at him. Who else could it be but Qiao Xier?
"Awake?"
She leaned over.
Resting her chin in her hands, utterly carefree, Zhang Yang could clearly see through the open collar of her clothes.
Her snow-white breasts were tightly wrapped in a black bra, forming a deep cleavage that looked ready to burst free at any moment.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"Yeah!" Zhang Yang nodded reflexively. Every woman around him was well-endowed. Qiao Xier might be tall, but she wasn't flat-chested or anything. In fact, among all the beauties, she was somewhere in the upper range—full and round.
Enough to make any man drool.
"Look, my ass. When you marry me someday, I'll strip naked and let you look all you want." Qiao Xier rolled her eyes, pulling her collar closed.
She climbed off the bed. "Get up, lazybones. The sun's already roasting your ass."
Zhang Yang reluctantly shifted his gaze from her towering peaks, lifted the blanket, and checked—aside from his socks and jacket, all his clothes were perfectly intact.
He glanced at Qiao Xier suspiciously. "I really slept in your bed last night?"
"Yeah. What, is this your bed now?"
"Then…" Zhang Yang looked at her. Her clothes were also untouched—same as yesterday's outfit: a black wool one-piece mini dress, black stockings, and a beige crochet knit sweater.
That outfit, on her tall frame, was enough to stir a man's blood. Especially her long legs—the short skirt barely covered ten centimeters below her perky butt. Sitting down the wrong way, one careless move and you'd see everything.
"We didn't do anything last night, did we?" Zhang Yang realized he'd missed a perfect chance to push her down.
"So, what do you think we should've done?" Qiao Xier sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back, arching her chest, crossing her long legs, rubbing them slowly, oozing seduction as she eyed him and teased.
Honestly, when this usually proper Qiao Xier acted flirty, she was no worse than Lulu or Gao Qi. But Zhang Yang knew she was just messing with him.
"What do you think? We should do what adults like to do. Missed it last night, so let's make up for it today…" Zhang Yang lunged at her, but Qiao Xier dodged, and he fell flat.
"You perv, always thinking about that." Qiao Xier straightened her expression and said seriously, "I have something to tell you."
Seeing her serious face, Zhang Yang nodded. "What is it?"
"Feifei's in trouble."
"Huh?" Zhang Yang didn't catch on right away.
"You forgot—the prettiest one in our villa."
"Ah, shit. Damn, I totally forgot! I was supposed to go to class last night! Crap!" Zhang Yang slapped his forehead, regretting it. Not only did he miss class, but he didn't even call to say anything. Yang Fei must be furious. He jumped out of bed to look for his shoes.
Qiao Xier glared at him. "Don't be in such a rush. I explained it to her last night. Besides, going now won't help—she's already in class."
"You explained it for me?" Zhang Yang froze.
"What else? Someone was talking in his sleep about his dear Teacher Yang Fei—I couldn't just ignore it." Qiao Xier huffed.
"That's… well, I'm just used to it." Zhang Yang scratched his head awkwardly and muttered, "Don't get the wrong idea."
"Relax. Even if there was something, I wouldn't confront you now." Qiao Xier gave him a look, pressed her lips together, and said, "Because I need to talk about something serious."
"Right. You said earlier—Teacher Yang Fei's in trouble?"
"Yeah, big trouble. But she told me not to tell you."
Zhang Yang frowned. "If she told you not to, that means it's serious."
"Yeah, but I can't say."
Zhang Yang gave a wry smile. "If you really didn't want to tell me, you wouldn't be talking this much. Just say it."
"Knew you'd be impatient." Qiao Xier pouted, crossed her arms, and walked to her computer. She pointed her chin at the screen. "You know stocks?"
Zhang Yang glanced at her and smiled faintly. Know stocks?
A month ago, maybe not. But now, after learning Advanced Stock Trading Technique, the only thing he lacked was capital. He already understood how stock market operations worked.
He stepped closer, glanced at the screen, and asked doubtfully, "Yimao Group? Why are you showing me a stock that's been hitting limit-down?"
"Do you know what Yimao Group does?"
Zhang Yang shook his head. He didn't play stocks—no reason to know.
"Yimao Group was where Feifei's mom used to work. After it was privatized, Feifei's grandfather became its first general manager and held over two million shares. Over the years, those shares doubled to five million, now all in Feifei's hands. Five days ago, those five million shares were worth thirty-six point nine million. As of this morning's first hour of trading, they're only worth twenty-one million. She's lost over fifteen million in just a few days."
"Four consecutive limit-downs?" Zhang Yang was stunned.
"Yeah, four in a row."
"Someone's shorting it?" Zhang Yang leaned forward, studying the chart.
"First, Yimao's two biggest clients—Denmark's GD and America's WB—announced they won't renew their OEM contracts with Yimao's subsidiary, Longhe Communications, next year. Second, Yimao planned to buy land in Meining's Shanglin District for a new factory, but it was snatched by Dingfeng Group at auction. Third, Yimao's financial reports were exposed as falsified—the whistleblower was the deputy finance director."
"Three explosive pieces of news, rotating across major media. After they aired, the stock market went into shock. Over two hundred million was dumped that day. The next day, another hundred million, then limit-down again. Third day, fourth day—the same. This morning, more sell-offs. At this rate, Yimao will be suspended…"
"Not only will Feifei's five million shares become worthless, but this forty-year-old communications company might go bankrupt."
"I checked." Qiao Xier looked at the screen, then at Zhang Yang. "The one behind all this is a joint Sino-foreign investment company called Feihe Fund. Their managed capital jumped from nine hundred million to one point three billion, and this morning to one point five billion. The money came through Swiss banks, so their source is unclear."
"Now that I've told you, as for what comes next…" Qiao Xier bit her lip and sighed. "I haven't thought of a better solution. To reverse the situation, we'd need massive funds to stabilize the market and clear Yimao's public image. Otherwise, suspension won't be the only problem—it might go under completely."
"The problem is, how can we raise at least five hundred million?" Qiao Xier bit her lip, looking at Zhang Yang guiltily.
"Five hundred million?" Zhang Yang looked at the screen, his face turning cold. He pursed his lips and said, "Five hundred million isn't enough."
"Huh?" Qiao Xier blinked, watching Zhang Yang expertly clicking the mouse, quickly analyzing stock trends, navigating back and forth…
She was speechless. This guy actually played stocks?