Supreme Stock God

Chapter 494: The moon can represent my heart

Although under the venomous gaze of the boys around him, he looked like a sword, but Yang Jiabao, who was the most brilliant in the entire Peking University, looked at himself with certainty, making Zhong Wentong feel very exhaled and raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Hao next to him looked at Zhong Wentong who was a little entertaining, and just shook his head and smiled.

In the stands, Yang Jiabao had already retreated behind the scenes. On the stage were more than a dozen girls wearing ethnic costumes dancing ethnic dances. As the saying goes, there are no ugly girls in seventeen or eighteen. The girls on the stage are naturally not as good as Yang Jiabao in terms of appearance, but they are also permeated with a fresh breath. In the university, there are still many versatile girls.

However, with Yang Jiabao as the emcee of this Spring Festival Gala, the boys in the audience felt that the various programs were "garbage time", and only hoped that the program would end soon so that Yang Jiabao could come out soon.

"By the way, Junior Brother, where is your hometown, do you plan to go back during the Spring Festival?" Zhong Wentong asked.

Zhou Hao smiled and replied: "I am from Guangdong, and I have to go back to accompany my family during the Spring Festival."

"Oh, hehe, I'm from Hubei." Zhong Wentong said: "I don't plan to go home for the Spring Festival this year. I want to take a look at Shanghai and Shenzhen."

Reminiscing that Zhong Wentong was studying finance, Zhou Hao said: "You went to Shanghai and Shenzhen to try the water in the stock market?"

"Haha, you're so smart." Zhong Wentong laughed. Seeing Zhou Hao's strange expression, he guessed what Zhou Hao was thinking and said: "Actually, I don't only have theoretical knowledge about stocks, let's put it this way. My experience in stock trading is much more abundant than that of ordinary stockholders. It’s just that I have always used the telephone to invest remotely before, and this time I want to go to Shanghai and Shenzhen to see it. Hehe, I just started stock trading in my freshman year. The second semester is now a full year. At the beginning, I invested 20,000 yuan in the stock market, made more than 10,000 yuan during the period, and owed more than 200,000 foreign debts due to investment failure. Fortunately, I Fortunately, so far, I have earned more than one million in the sum of the losses and losses in the year."

Zhou Hao was really surprised this time. Originally, when he heard Zhong Wentong was about to invest in stocks, he was worried that he was still a student with only theoretical knowledge but no practical experience. If he rushed into the stock market like this, he might be battered. . Unexpectedly, he started trading stocks a year ago, and he even made more than one million in just one year.

More than one million is not a big number for Zhou Hao, but Zhong Wentong is still only a college student, and his original fund is only 20,000. In other words, Zhong Wentong made fifty times the profit in one year through the stock market. Even a person like George Soros, at Zhong Wentong's age, probably has no such achievements.

"Didn't Xiaoping say that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. If you just memorize those theories in school, what's the use?" Zhong Wentong said: "So, I practice while studying. "

Seeing Zhong Wentong's white teeth showing when he laughed, Zhou Hao admired him very much. This dark-skinned boy with a sunny smile is really a genius. Most importantly, he has not been smooth sailing in the stock market. Hearing what he said just now, he once had a debt of more than 200,000 yuan. More than two hundred thousand, which is a lot of pressure for a student. Under this pressure, Zhong Wentong can make a comeback and make persistent efforts. This is not just a question of talent, he has the kind of courage that most people don't possess.

It is certainly not the luck that Zhong Wentong said to be able to turn 20,000 into more than one million. Zhou Hao knows that people who can make a lot of money from the stock market either have huge financial resources and can go to the bank on their own, or they have extraordinary analytical power and predictive power.

Moreover, even if he earned more than one million yuan, Zhong Wentong didn't have a taste of arrogance. Zhou Hao, a man with two-life experience, just now regarded Zhong Wentong as an ordinary student.

"Do you plan to invest more than one million earned in the stock market?" Zhou Hao asked with interest.

Zhong Wentong shook his head lightly: "Of course not. That's more than one million yuan. How many white buns can be bought. I only plan to use 200,000 yuan this time. As for the other money, I will give it to my parents, although Those two old guys are not short of money, but after all they are pulling me up, so I have to be filial to them, right?"

Zhou Hao laughed loudly when he heard the words. He had already made a decision in his heart that this Zhong Wentong must be brought to his own company. Such a talent, it is a pity to miss it. Zhou Hao not only felt lucky, but also met a talent casually.

"By the way, Junior Brother, I told you these things because we can still talk about them. Even my roommate doesn't know about them. You have to help me keep secrets." Zhong Wentong said again.

Zhou Hao looked at him with a smile on his face: "If you let those girls know that you have a net worth of more than one million, then they will take the initiative to give and hug even if you don't do anything."

"Cut!" Zhong Wentong curled his lips: "What's the point of such a woman."

Zhou Hao nodded in agreement. He knew that Zhong Wentong's family situation should be very good. If it were an ordinary family, where would he give his son 20,000 yuan to buy stocks? If Zhong Wentong is the kind of playboy, he should be able to find many girls based on his family background.

The people on the stage performed enthusiastically, and Zhou Hao and Zhong Wentong in the audience also had a very happy chat. Hearing Zhong Wentong said that he and a few roommates changed the way to spy on the girls' dormitory, and he also taught Zhou Hao a lot of "good tricks" in the name of brothers, which made Zhou Hao to bear with laughter.

While chatting, the two suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on the stage saying that tonight's Spring Festival Gala was coming to an end, and they came back to their senses, feeling that there were a thousand cups of wine in their hearts.

"Zhou Hao, which dormitory do you belong to? I'll find you when I have time. You guy can talk to me quite well." Zhong Wentong said.

Zhou Haozheng was struggling to tell Zhong Wentong that he would not die a student of Peking University. He suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on the stage holding a microphone and saying: "Classmates and teachers, our Spring Festival Gala tonight is coming to an end, but don’t hurry. , We also have a finale program to dedicate to everyone. Next, sentimental classmate Zhou Hao came to the stage to present a song to everyone as a thank you for your visit tonight."

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhong Wentong and the other students, but even Zhou Hao himself was stunned, and couldn't help but point at himself: "What, want me to be on stage?"

On the stage, Yang Jiabao smiled and said to Zhou Hao: "Student Zhou Hao, come up soon, everyone is waiting."

Touching the sly smile in Yang Jiabao's eyebrows, Zhou Hao could only respond with a wry smile. This girl wanted to be dissatisfied that she hadn't come to her for a while, so she deliberately wanted to punish herself.

Seeing the students around him cast curious gazes at him, Zhou Hao couldn't sit here and pretend to be nothing, so he had to stand up, walked to the stage in full view, and cast a touch to Yang Jiabao who was standing in the middle of the stage. An angry look.

Yang Jiabao was naturally not afraid of Zhou Hao's blame. When Zhou Hao came around, he deliberately asked him: "Student Zhou Hao, I don't know what song you are going to sing for everyone?"

Everyone in the audience looked at Zhou Hao, wondering which class this boy was in, why hadn't he seen it before?

And although everyone in the audience did not know Zhou Hao, because of Zhou Hao's tall and handsome, and extraordinary temperament, his appearance on the stage attracted the attention of many girls.

Facing the microphone that Yang Jiabao had brought together, Zhou Hao deliberately embarrassed her, so he said: "Well, I have a habit of singing. I need piano accompaniment. If there is no piano, I am not used to it."

I saw Yang Jiabao smile and said, "Our college lacks everything, but there is no shortage of musical instruments. Come here and push the piano over."

Several boys immediately pushed a grand piano onto the stage, and Yang Jiabao looked at Zhou Hao like a demonstration.

Zhou Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that since it's all here, if Yang Jiabao isn't satisfied, maybe she will do something to deal with herself tonight. So Zhou Hao sat in front of the piano, and Yang Jiabao immediately mounted the microphone on the stand and pointed it at Zhou Hao.

Knocked on the microphone lightly, Zhou Hao said to the people in the audience: "I am fortunate to be able to perform for you tonight. Then I will present a song I wrote recently for our beautiful classmate Yang Jiabao, as well as every classmate and teacher. The title of this song is "The Moon Can Represent My Heart", which is a shame."

Many people in the audience heard the title of Zhou Hao's song and thought he was going to sing Teresa Teng's song "The Moon Represents My Heart". They couldn't help but slandered: "I'm embarrassed to say that I wrote it by myself if I cover someone else's song?"

However, when Zhou Hao’s ten fingers began to beat on the piano keys, flowing a melody with a touch of sadness, those who originally wanted to watch Zhou Hao make a fool of themselves knew immediately that what Zhou Hao wanted to sing was not the classic. "The Moon Represents My Heart".

Just listen to Zhou Hao’s magnetic voice through the microphone, floating over the spacious venue:

I love you so much I miss you so much

It rained on the sidewalk outside the window

The pink rain does not explain

Sighing to me behind the glass

Does my heart hurt or my steps are heavy

What is love i won't describe

I think you are as strong as black coffee anyway

People who have not drunk will not understand

You ask me how deep I love you

The moon can represent my heart

No one can tell you