A life of financial freedom

Zhong Rou dragged her suitcase and took the last subway train back to Fudan University.

As soon as she arrived at the dormitory, a girl with messy hair leaned against the door. Seeing Zhong Rou, she hugged her and said, "Rou Rou, you're finally back! Quickly, give me a pack of Black Zhonghua."

"Can't you go out and buy it yourself?"

"I'm too lazy."

Zhong Rou put her suitcase in the dormitory, then opened her private box, which was filled with cigarettes, alcohol, betel nuts, and the like.

After entering university, Zhong Rou realized that the school was a huge, untapped market with unlimited opportunities, so she started a reselling business in her freshman year.

She once monopolized the entire girls' dormitory business, intending to expand and create more brilliance, but one day she was caught by a school leader.

Zhong Rou felt heartbroken about this.

The school leader looked very young. She thought she was a student, so she introduced her business to her. In the end, the sales channels she had worked so hard to build were wiped out.

It infuriated her!

Zhong Rou then took a pack of Black Zhonghua and gave it to the girl.

"40."

"A pack of Black Zhonghua outside costs 36 yuan."

Zhong Rou rolled her eyes: "I only make four yuan from a pack of cigarettes. Is that expensive?"

The girl with messy hair scanned the code to pay, and then Zhong Rou began to squat down, sorting out the books in her suitcase to determine the price range for each book.

"Rou Rou."

The speaker was a delicately dressed girl, wearing a knitted cardigan with a short skirt, carrying a small bag, and admiring herself in the mirror.

This girl was Zhong Rou's roommate, named 'Jiang Jiaqi'.

"Yeah."

"Have you found an internship?"

"Interview tomorrow."

"What company?"

"It seems to be called... Qifu Venture Capital." Zhong Rou stroked her chin.

"Hey, me too." Hearing this, Jiang Jiaqi was a little happy. "I also have an interview tomorrow. Let's go together and succeed together. We'll have someone to rely on in the company."

"Okay, no problem."

Zhong Rou categorized the books, then took photos of them one by one and uploaded them to the second-hand trading platform.

It was already late at night when she finished these things.

She took a quick shower and then turned off the lights to sleep.

"Hiss..." Jiang Jiaqi couldn't sleep, her voice echoing in the dormitory, "I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, we're about to start our internships. Time really flies."

"Yeah." Another roommate, 'He Min,' sighed and said, "To be honest, I'm quite scared. Suddenly entering a company and being controlled by others, I feel really lost."

Jiang Jiaqi said, "It's okay, this is only temporary. You'll slowly adapt."

After a pause, she said with some emotion, "If I were a rich second generation, I wouldn't have to go to work. I could just stay at home and buy, buy, buy every day. I don't know how happy that would be."

Zhong Rou looked at the ceiling and said, "Being a rich second generation is boring. To put it bluntly, they're just pure waste, unable to do anything right, and always leaving food on their plates. I want to become a self-made rich person, relying on my own skills and abilities to build an empire. That's what a real man does!"

Jiang Jiaqi said, "That's because you're not a rich second generation that you feel it's boring. The life of a rich second generation might be more interesting than we imagine."

"If you were a rich second generation, you wouldn't have to work part-time all day long, you wouldn't have to pay your own tuition, you wouldn't have to earn living expenses, you could drive sports cars, live in mansions, and be surrounded by people wherever you go. Imagine how glorious that would be."

Zhong Rou thought about it. Her high school life was pretty much like that of a rich second generation. She had taken helicopters, gone on luxury yachts, and eaten meals costing hundreds of thousands of yuan...

As for cars, she preferred Wuling Hongguang, because it could carry a lot of things and was suitable for business.

But she didn't feel that these things were anything special.

"Um..." Zhong Rou pondered, "I really don't feel anything."

"So, you're not a rich second generation, so you'll never understand the fun of being one," Jiang Jiaqi said.

Zhong Rou didn't want to talk anymore and remained silent.

Jiang Jiaqi said with emotion, "My biggest dream in this life is to marry a rich second generation and live the life of a rich wife. Someone would serve me as soon as I opened my eyes, I would travel in luxury cars, and buy luxury goods. Oh my god, that would be so happy."

He Min asked suspiciously, "Then why don't you focus on hooking up with rich guys and still go to work and apply for jobs?"

Jiang Jiaqi is quite beautiful and dresses exquisitely, so she has many admirers at school.

Facing the love of many boys, Jiang Jiaqi walks among the flowers without touching any of them. Her skills are simply amazing.

"Because the financial industry has the most rich guys," Jiang Jiaqi replied.

She desperately studied to get into Fudan's financial engineering program, hoping to enter the financial profession and have more efficient access to rich second generations.

Zhong Rou rolled over: "I don't understand."

She is too independent to understand Jiang Jiaqi's thoughts.

"Rou Rou, you're still young, you don't understand," Jiang Jiaqi exclaimed.

... ...

The next day, Zhong Rou got up and began to prepare for her interview. She opened her resume, which contained her various information, the most of which were skill certificates and awards.

During her university years, she took a lot of certificates and participated in many clubs or school-level competitions.

This resume can be said to be full of gold.

Jiang Jiaqi also got up slowly. Compared to Zhong Rou's resume, hers seemed much more ordinary, and Jiang Jiaqi still looked leisurely.

"You have so little information on your resume."

Jiang Jiaqi put on makeup and raised her eyebrows: "My information is not just written on my resume."

Seeing that Zhong Rou was still dressed casually, Jiang Jiaqi said, "Rou Rou, today is an interview. You should dress more formally."

"Isn't this formal enough?"

Today, Zhong Rou's upper body was a T-shirt, her lower body was casual pants, and her shoes were canvas shoes.

"I'll give you my clothes to wear."

"No need," Zhong Rou refused.

"You, why are you so stubborn."

The two packed their things and then went to the interview company together.

The interview company is located in the financial center of Shanghai, or rather, the national financial center.

It was rush hour, and the subway was so crowded that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Following the flow of people, Jiang Jiaqi came out of the subway, patted her chest, and gasped for breath: "I never want to be poor, I never want to live a life of squeezing into the subway. It's simply a nightmare."

Jiang Jiaqi looked up and saw tall buildings, with various financial investment giants located here. The people coming and going, both men and women, were all in suits.

"I must take root in this city," Jiang Jiaqi vowed secretly.

"Hey, what a coincidence."

Then she heard her roommate's voice and asked, "What's a coincidence?"

She looked in the direction of Zhong Rou's gaze and saw a middle-aged man getting out of an Audi. He was wearing a suit and tie, walking with the wind, and exuding the temperament of an elite.

"Rou Rou, do you know him?"

"I know him. His name is Kang Bo. He is the general manager of Fangzheng Investment Company and is responsible for all the company's affairs, but he is just a professional manager. The real boss is..."

"Tch~~~" Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Jiaqi interrupted her, "Rou Rou, how can you be so shameless as to make up lies with your eyes open?"

Zhong Rou retracted her gaze: "Do I make up few lies?"

Jiang Jiaqi pondered for a few seconds: "Not really!"

Zhong Rou made up a lot of lies in order to do business. She could just open her mouth and say anything.

The two then lined up, entered the elevator, and came to Qifu Venture Capital.

They arrived early, but there were already many job seekers here, all waiting quietly for the interview.

The financial industry is a high-paying profession, and everyone wants to come in and get a piece of the pie.

Zhong Rou chose this industry with the same idea: to make money!

Soon, the job seekers began to be interviewed, one-on-one. Jiang Jiaqi was in front of Zhong Rou in line, and she was interviewed first.

After a while, she came out, raised her eyebrows, and said triumphantly: "Done!"

"Zhong Rou."

Zhong Rou heard her name, then entered the conference room for an interview. The three interviewers asked questions one by one, all with an interrogative attitude.

Relying on her understanding of the profession, she answered them one by one.

The first half was still manageable, but the second half was a bit difficult. The interviewers didn't ask about professional knowledge, but about interpersonal relationships.

Zhong Rou was not good at this aspect.

For example, there are two glasses of water on the table, but there are three interviewers. How should they be distributed reasonably and fairly?

Zhong Rou couldn't wait to overturn the table and tell them all to stop drinking!

She could only answer according to her inherent impressions, or just answer randomly.

The interview ended, and she slowly walked out of the conference room. Jiang Jiaqi asked, "How was it? How was it?"

"I don't know," Zhong Rou shook her head.

The two sat outside, waiting for the results of the interview.