A life of financial freedom

Qifu Venture Capital is a formidable investment firm that utilizes automated quantitative trading, requiring its employees to be top-notch in every aspect.

The applicants are all from prestigious universities, and even Zhong Rou isn't confident she can successfully join the company.

Her purpose in coming to this company is simple: to learn from the best and, when she has the ability, start her own company and make money with her own skills.

Soon, the one-on-one interviews ended, and the interviewer announced the results on the spot: "Chi Li, Tan Fang'an, Jiang Jiaqi, Zhong Rou..."

"Rou Rou, we both got in!" Jiang Jiaqi was overjoyed.

"I know."

The interviewer kept the successful applicants behind, briefly explained the company's rules and regulations, various requirements, and then conducted onboarding training.

By the time the training ended, it was already dark, and the two of them returned to school hand in hand.

They are currently seniors and can still live on campus.

Compared to renting a room outside for several thousand yuan, the dormitory is obviously more cost-effective.

... ...

The next day.

Zhong Rou and Jiang Jiaqi got up early and went to Qifu Venture Capital.

As soon as she entered the company, Zhong Rou felt that the work intensity was far higher than starting her own business or doing part-time jobs, but she could handle it.

Zhong Rou glanced at her roommate Jiang Jiaqi, who was talking and laughing with the department manager, obviously more adapted to the work environment than she was.

"Manager Shi, you're amazing. I can't imagine how you did it?" Jiang Jiaqi pursed her red lips, her pupils filled with admiration.

"Oh, it's just a piece of cake."

Department Manager Shi was a man in his thirties, tall and thin, shrewd and capable, but like most men, he was lustful and ultimately couldn't escape Jiang Jiaqi's manipulation.

She watched Manager Shi sway his body, looking smug, and gently spat out two words: "Idiot!"

This Manager Shi seemed to have everything under control, but in reality, he was just a clown.

As night fell, to celebrate the new colleagues joining the company, Manager Shi hosted a banquet, treating everyone to dinner.

At the banquet, Manager Shi raised his glass, elaborating on his experiences in the industry, how he rose from a small employee to department manager, which aroused the admiration of many new colleagues.

Manager Shi surveyed the room, basking in the admiring gazes, feeling respected, when he suddenly saw Zhong Rou with her arms crossed, watching coldly.

Manager Shi raised his glass: "Zhong Rou, let's have a drink."

Zhong Rou refused: "I'm allergic to alcohol."

"What? You're not giving me face?" Manager Shi frowned slightly.

"I can't drink it." She gave the same reply.

It wasn't that she couldn't drink, she just didn't want to.

From childhood to adulthood, she had secretly drunk Zhong Ping's wine many times, treating Chu Fang's treasured wine like plain water, but she never got drunk.

Drinking without getting drunk, isn't that just a waste?

From then on, she never touched a drop of alcohol.

Manager Shi slammed his glass on the glass table, making a crisp sound: "Today is a rare opportunity to come out and have fun, everyone is drinking but you're not, that's not right."

A cold light flashed in Zhong Rou's eyes: "Have I been giving you too many smiles?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Jiang Jiaqi hurriedly 'smoothed things over', smiling and saying to Manager Shi, "Manager, don't be angry, Rou Rou is indeed allergic to alcohol. She was once hospitalized because of drinking. Please bear with her."

Several colleagues around also eased the situation, so that the banquet didn't fall apart, but even so, the atmosphere afterwards wasn't good. Manager Shi frowned as he looked at Zhong Rou, while the latter looked calm and indifferent.

The banquet ended hastily, and everyone went back to their own homes, each looking for their own mother.

Zhong Rou and Jiang Jiaqi walked along the street.

"Rou Rou, you can't do that," Jiang Jiaqi said slowly, "We have entered society and come to the workplace. When you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. Sometimes you need to change your temper and adapt to the ways of the world."

Zhong Rou refused: "I don't want to."

She wasn't a fool, even a shrewd person, naturally understanding the ways of the world, and knowing how to act in the 'most appropriate' and 'most reasonable' way, but she just didn't want to do it that way.

That's all.

Jiang Jiaqi sighed: "You're going to suffer a big loss if you're like this. Manager Shi is narrow-minded and will definitely make things difficult for you in the days to come."

"Whatever." Zhong Rou raised her chin, "I'll face the soldiers with generals, and water with earth. I like doing challenging things."

"If they don't want me here, someone else will. If not, I'll just leave."

Jiang Jiaqi smiled: "You."

She didn't say anything more, because it was useless to say more.

If Zhong Rou could change, she wouldn't be Zhong Rou.

During college, Zhong Rou did so many earth-shattering things.

Buying and selling, almost becoming a boss; organizing activities, causing a stir in the city; needing to buy listening headphones for CET-4 and CET-6, she impersonated a toy store owner and signed procurement agreements with many class cadres, and then she went to the toy store owner to ask for wholesale prices, earning the intermediary fees... ...

Every single thing was brought up by the counselor for countless educations, but she still didn't change her style of doing things, going her own way.

And even if she left Qifu Venture Capital, Zhong Rou would still be able to live well.

So let her be.

In the days that followed, as Jiang Jiaqi had predicted, Manager Shi didn't let Zhong Rou off, deliberately giving her many work tasks that interns shouldn't do, deliberately suppressing her.

But what Manager Shi didn't know was that this was exactly what Zhong Rou wanted.

She came to this company to learn from experience, and she was learning like a sponge.

... ...