Reborn I don't need a heroine

Wang Heng sat in front of the desk in his bedroom, turned on his laptop, and first replied to the email from Chief Wu in the domain.

With regard to the suggestion for launching the questionnaire, Mr. Wu expressed his satisfaction and it has already been arranged. Three days later, the collected feedback data will be sent back to Wang Heng for processing.

Of course, he will hand over this part of the work to Han Yixuan.

Wang Heng clicked on the girl's Q number, sent a screenshot of the email, and added a line: [I will hand it over to you in three days. 】

Two minutes later, Han Yixuan replied: 【No problem! 】

Wang Heng nodded, closed the Q chat window, and opened the previously downloaded stock trading software.

Counting the days, there are only two days left until the stock hamster agreed to reopen. And the last time he operated stock trading was a matter of a week, and in his subjective memory, it was already a memory of two or three years ago. Now when I click on the trading software again, I can't help but feel a sense of strangeness.

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to open an account... I still need to do it on the spot now?"

Wang Heng read the account opening instructions, and found that he really needed to go out. Fortunately, this brokerage also has a branch in the city, so you can go there by bus without too much trouble.

He took his ID card and bank card, went out and came to the bus station.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and it was Pei Ningle calling.

Wang Heng answered the call, and before he had time to ask questions, he heard the girl's joyful voice:

"Hey, hey, the song I posted on Internet Music, the number of plays has suddenly increased! Moreover, there are dozens of comments in the comment area below!"

"Dozens of comments..."

The girl immediately emphasized: "And you know what, basically they are all good reviews, not a single bad review!"

Wang Heng thought for a while and asked, "Did someone post your song to the playlist?"

Pei Ningle: "Song list?"

Wang Heng: "For unknown singers, playlists are one of the best ways to promote. Moreover, there are still very few users of Internet domain music, and there are very few people who make playlists. In a sense, it can be regarded as a blue ocean... ..."

Pei Ningle: "Blue Ocean?"

"Little friend, why do you have so many question marks?" Wang Heng complained, and explained, "The so-called blue ocean is a market with few people participating, and there is no competition. The corresponding is the red ocean, with fierce competition. Now advertise through Qiandu It's already a red ocean, but the playlist of Wangyu Music should still be a blue ocean."

Pei Ningle let out a long "oh", as if he had suddenly realized something, but then asked, "What does this have to do with us?"

At this time, the bus to take has arrived. Wang Heng got into the car, took out a one-yuan note and stuffed it into the coin box, and continued with his mobile phone in the other hand:

"Of course it's related. You usually listen to music with Internet Music, right? You can also create playlists yourself, recommend the music you like to people with similar tastes, and accumulate fans. If your playlist can have a few Tens of thousands of people have collected it, and when the time comes, put your own song first, what kind of promotion effect do you think?"

At this time, the girl really suddenly realized: "It makes sense! It is indeed possible to do this, I will think about it now!"

Pei Ningle hung up the phone in a hurry, and even forgot to say 'goodbye'.

Wang Heng put away his phone and glanced at the carriage. Although there were no empty seats, there were no familiar faces, which made him feel a little relieved.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Heng got out of the car and walked several tens of meters to the brokerage's business outlet.

"Hello, welcome, are you here to open an account?"

Behind the counter, a young female teller in an OL suit stood up and asked with a business smile.

Wang Heng walked to the counter: "Yes, open an account."

"Okay, please sit down, these forms and questionnaires need you to fill out first."

Wang Heng sat down in front of the counter, took a few sheets of paper, picked up a pen, and glanced at it first.

There is more than one form, and basically all you need to fill in is personal information. Soon, he filled out all of these, and then picked up the questionnaire.

"This is a risk assessment questionnaire. I hope you can answer it as truthfully as possible," the female teller reminded.

Wang Heng nodded and began to tick the multiple choice questions.

Main source of income? Bitcoin earns 700,000 in one wave, of course you have to choose financial asset income.

Are there any outstanding debts? Not counting peach blossom debts, there is no debt of a penny.

The amount of assets available for investment? A total of 700,000 yuan, so choose this item of 500,000 to 1 million yuan.

Do you have rich investment experience? No kidding, it's rich.

Time for securities investment? Considering the bull market that started at the end of this year and the stock market crash next summer, of course it is two years.

Biggest investment deal ever? Counting the wave of investment for Lu Qi, of course, choose more than one million...

Then comes the risk appetite part:

Primary goal when investing? The item with the greatest risk is to pursue a substantial increase in assets.

What is the maximum investment loss you can afford? I don't think I will lose, so it doesn't matter if I lose my principal.

His purpose of answering these questions is very simple, the investment strategy is a wave of flow, all chips bet, all stud!

After completing the evaluation questionnaire, Wang Heng handed it over.

The young female teller took a look and was stunned. She carefully looked at the checked options again, then looked at the young man who was younger than herself in front of her, and couldn't help asking: "Are you sure, you filled it out truthfully?"

Wang Heng took out his bank card: "I have nearly 700,000 chips, and I am already hungry and thirsty."

Female teller: "..."

At this moment, she felt the wonder of the world. The little boy who looked so young actually showed a look of eagerness when he mentioned the word 'chip'. The confidence and desire in that look were so real.

She pointed to a line of slogans on the wall and reminded: "Do you see what that is? The stock market is risky, so be cautious when entering the market!"

Wang Heng nodded and took a few deep breaths. In the blink of an eye, his expression returned to calm, and he said indifferently: "Don't worry about me, just open an account, what I just filled out is true."

"It's all true...do you really have 700,000 yuan to invest?"

"That's right."

The female teller was silent for a while. She looked at Wang Heng's appearance, then looked at the bank card in his hand, and suddenly regretted—why did she forget to put on makeup today?

While the teller was helping him with the formalities, Wang Heng took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and still sent a text message to Lu Qi:

[Sister Lu, do you really have no spare money to invest? I recently learned about an investment opportunity that you may be more interested in. 】

Now that he no longer takes the initiative to avoid them, Wang Heng is of course more willing to help them if he follows his own heart.

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There was a little accident, and I spent some extra time to calm down... Anyway, the coding is over, it’s okay.