The second questioner was a boy, and the question was followed by:
"Senior Zhao Chen, do you personally hold Bitcoin? If so, what proportion of your assets does it account for?"
This issue involves privacy and is very sensitive.
Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but sit up.
Vice Principal Li Zhenhua frowned slightly, feeling that this question was a bit out of bounds.
He was about to signal the host to take control of the situation, but saw Zhao Chen had already spoken.
Zhao Chen's expression has not changed:
"I do hold Bitcoin as part of a personal investment. As for the ratio... sorry, this is personal financial privacy.
But I can tell you my investment principles:
First, only invest with idle funds;
Second, be mentally prepared to return to zero;
Third, insist on long-term holding."
He looked at the boy who asked the question:
"If you also want to invest, remember these three things.
Especially the second rule - if you can't bear the total loss, don't enter the market."
The boy who asked the question smiled sheepishly and said to his companion when he sat down:
"I learned it. These three things are much more valuable than asking about proportions."
The Q&A lasted half an hour.
Questions ranged from law, technology, investment, to personal experience and company management. Zhao Chen answered them one by one, showing professional depth while maintaining appropriate proportions.
Finally, Vice President Li Zhenhua made a concluding speech, thanking Zhao Chen for bringing "a wonderful speech with both theoretical depth and practical value."
Chen Xi watched the vice principal speak on the stage, but what she was thinking about was another thing - she had just secretly taken a few photos of Zhao Chen's speech.
In one of them, Zhao Chen is raising his hand to indicate, his eyes focused, and the lines of his profile are particularly clear in the light and shadow.
She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't delete it.
At West Point in the afternoon, the speech officially ended.
Zhao Chen was surrounded by school leaders in the background, and they chatted for more than ten minutes.
After the leaders left one after another, Shen Zhiyi walked in.
Chen Xi wanted to follow Zhao Chen to the backstage, but stopped when he saw Shen Zhiyi entering.
She stood in the corridor, looking at the closed door, feeling a burst of complicated emotions in her heart.
Finally, she turned and walked toward the parking lot—the assistant was supposed to be waiting in her car instead of intruding on her boss's personal time.
"Very well said." She said softly.
Zhao Chen was packing up the computer. Hearing this, he looked up at her. "Are you nervous?"
"Yeah." Shen Zhiyi nodded, then shook his head.
"But seeing you so calm on stage, I don't feel nervous anymore."
"Let's have dinner together later?" Zhao Chen asked, "To celebrate your return to school."
Shen Zhiyi thought for a while and shook his head:
"Another day! You must have work to do."
She's right.
The speech is over, but the work is not.
"Then it's the weekend." Zhao Chen said,
"I will accompany you home to meet your parents."
Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Really." Zhao Chen smiled, "We can't delay it any longer. We have to face it."
While the two were talking, the administrator of the auditorium knocked on the door and came in:
"Zhao Chen, there are many students waiting outside and want to take a photo with you..."
Zhao Chen and Shen Zhiyi looked at each other.
"Go." Shen Zhiyi said softly.
Zhao Chen nodded, rearranged his suit, and walked out the door.
Dozens of students were waiting in the corridor. When they saw him coming out, they immediately surrounded him.
The phone was raised, and the shutter sound continued.
In the crowd, a boy wearing glasses squeezed to the front and said nervously:
"Zhao, classmate Zhao Chen, I listened to your judgment in class last year and bought Bitcoin... which earned me living expenses for the western years of college. Thank you!"
Zhao Chen patted him on the shoulder. "Remember to control risks." The boy nodded vigorously, his eyes a little red.
Shen Zhiyi left from the side door and looked back.
Zhao Chen was surrounded by students, patiently taking photos and answering questions.
At that moment, Shen Zhiyi suddenly understood: This person is not destined to belong to her alone.
He belongs to this era and to this world that is being reshaped by technology.
And all she can do is work hard to grow up enough to stand beside him instead of hiding behind him.
In the corner of the last row of the auditorium where no one was paying attention, a figure was slowly getting up.
Chen Hao.
He was wearing an ordinary black T-shirt and jeans that had been washed and turned white. He looked out of place compared to the excited students around him.
Throughout the afternoon, he sat in the corner of the last row, watching the man he once regarded as his love rival talk on the stage.
Watch Zhao Chen calmly answer every question.
Look at the adoring eyes in the audience.
Look at Shen Zhiyi's soft back.
Every time I look at it for a second, the poisonous fire in my heart burns stronger.
Why?
Chen Hao clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms.
Why can Zhao Chen transform from a person inferior to himself to a new capital upstart?
Why can he accurately hit the rhythm of both the stock market and the currency market?
Why did Shen Zhiyi choose him instead of herself?
He couldn't find the answer. If Zhao Chen knew it, he would probably answer: Because I was reborn.
Chen Hao walked out of the auditorium with his head lowered and walked aimlessly on campus.
In June, Zhengfa University and Wutong have dense shade and cicadas are chirping.
Everything is the same as before, but everything is different.
Last semester, he was still the class monitor, still Student Union Cadre, and still the "Young Master Chen" whom many people fawned over.