Losses Are on Me, Profits We Split

Hundreds of thousands?

For Jin Xia at present, although her house was mortgaged and her cash flow was not yet enough to cover the mortgage payments,

hundreds of thousands was nothing at all.

"You don't need to worry about the money. I'll find a way."

Jin Xia patted Teacher Bai's shoulder, comforting her, and did not forget to add, "Mom's health isn't good. Don't tell her about this yet."

"You really have thought of everything. I've been thinking about it for a while. If I don't tell her... I'm worried something might happen to Mengmeng, and then the director will blame me!"

Teacher Bai wiped away her tears, sobbing.

Because Mengmeng's condition was now serious, they could only look at her through a glass window and could not enter the ward.

After a brief discussion with the doctor, Teacher Bai learned more bad news. "The hospital said that because medical resources in Haicheng are limited, and Mengmeng has other complications, rushing into surgery would be very risky."

"Is there no other way?"

Jin Xia knitted her delicate brows, a trace of worry flickering through her eyes.

"What other way could there be? We'd have to specially bring in one of those highly skilled academicians to operate. The problem is, we can't even get an appointment. I heard Academician Wang, the one who specializes in childhood leukemia, has surgeries booked all the way into next year."

Teacher Bai paused, and tears began falling again. "How could our Mengmeng possibly hold on until next year?"

"It's getting late. Go back first, Teacher Bai. I'll stay here tonight."

Jin Xia changed the subject. She did not want to see Teacher Bai looking so worried, either.

At first, Teacher Bai refused to leave. Only after considerable persuasion from Jin Xia did she finally go.

Jin Xia was left alone in the empty corridor.

She looked through the glass window at that small, thin figure and suddenly thought of herself as a child.

Even the director did not know exactly how she had ended up at the orphanage. Conditions had been harsh back then, too. Dozens of children had gathered around a brazier during the New Year, warming themselves and gnawing on roasted sweet potatoes.

Later, there were more and more children, and even more troubled children.

Even roasted sweet potatoes became a luxury snack at the orphanage.

On the day of Jin Xia's college entrance exam, Mengmeng had personally cheered her on. "Jin Xia, you're the smartest kid in our orphanage. You'll definitely get into a top university!"

The past remained vivid in her mind. Sadly, the once lively little girl now lay on a hospital bed, withered and frail, her body covered in monitoring equipment.

That night, Jin Xia sat on a chair in the hospital corridor and thought about many things.

Once she set this precedent, there would be no turning back.

Children like this made up at least a third of the orphanage. Not only did she have to take care of the director, she also had to care for these little ones. Only the superpower of money could keep them alive.

Jin Xia made a simple shopping list. The orphanage currently lacked a sterilizing cabinet, a washer-dryer, a fully automatic robot vacuum, and other things. She planned to buy a full set of smart appliances to ease the teachers' burden so they could devote themselves wholeheartedly to caring for the children.

At seven thirty in the morning, the doctor came out after rounds and let out a breath. "The child's case is unusual. You should make preparations early. Although her fever has subsided, her condition is very unstable."

"Please find a bone marrow match for her as soon as possible."

After speaking, Jin Xia took a card from her bag and handed it to the doctor. "There's four hundred and fifty thousand on this card, for her upcoming treatment."

Afterward, she casually told Teacher Bai that it was a donation from An He.

By now, An He's image had taken deep root in everyone's hearts at the orphanage. They all considered her a kindhearted entrepreneur.

Teacher Bai sent a text message. "Xia, you must make sure to thank Miss An He properly!"

Just as Jin Xia was about to reply, she suddenly received a friend request.

She glanced at the other person's profile. The nickname was the single word "Ming," and the status message was blank.

Without a doubt, this had to be Song Ming.

Jin Xia accepted the friend request and got straight to the point. "If you want to know the details of the job, meet me at Goer Café at three thirty this afternoon."

The reply came almost instantly. "Okay."

It was nearly noon by the time Jin Xia returned home. After washing up, she lay on the bed in exhaustion, holding her laptop.

Given Song Ming's current age, if she told him right away that she wanted him to help her short futures, he would probably be so frightened that he would turn tail and run.

She did not want to put too much pressure on Song Ming. For the first trade, she would give him one million.

With that thought, she closed her laptop and drifted off into a heavy sleep.

At three thirty that afternoon, Jin Xia arrived at Goer Café on time.

Song Ming had reserved a private room in advance, the first one on the right on the second floor.

The instant she pushed open the door and entered the room, the boy sitting at the coffee table froze. Then his gaze fixed on her, barely able to shift even an inch.

Today, Jin Xia wore a simple, long silk dress, her long hair pinned up. Her relaxed, casual makeup added a touch of approachability for today's discussion of their collaboration. Yet even though she was dressed simply, there was not a single flaw on her delicate, creamy-smooth face...

Song Ming stared, transfixed. The girl before him could easily rival those celebrities online.

A girl this beautiful wanted him to be her assistant before they had even met?

Song Ming spoke first. "Do you know a lot about my family's situation? My dad... does he owe your family money?"

"No. My family just has a few connections. I've heard a little."

Jin Xia spoke unhurriedly, casually opening the menu and choosing an iced Americano. Then she opened her bag and took out a printed contract.

She pushed the contract toward Song Ming. "Song Li should have told you about the pay and benefits."

"I... I have a question."

Song Ming clutched his coffee cup uneasily.

He did not know why, but although the girl before him was the same age as his younger sister, clearly younger than he was, her presence always left an inexplicable sense of pressure lingering in his heart.

Jin Xia took the iced Americano from the server. "You want to ask what exactly your work involves, right? It's very simple. Every afternoon after school, help me trade stocks."

"Stocks?"

Song Ming was astonished, his eyes widening. "My grades may be pretty good, but the stock market... I've never had anything to do with that!"

"Losses are on me."

Jin Xia raised her eyes and glanced at Song Ming, signaling for him to look at her phone.

On it were records of several trades she had made a while ago, along with candlestick charts showing recent stock market trends.

If Song Ming could not even understand these, there really was no need for them to continue talking.

Holding the phone, Song Ming was stunned. "Th-this... I think I can sort of understand a little. You timed every purchase and sale so precisely. Although, from a long-term perspective, you didn't buy at the absolute bottom, your short-term profits were already very impressive."

When someone discovered their own passion and talent, they could throw themselves into it without reservation.

Jin Xia took a sip of coffee. "Interested?"

To Song Ming, these screenshots of Jin Xia's trades held an irresistible attraction.

But when he looked up at Jin Xia, he still hesitated. "I don't have any experience. Every trade would be like dancing on a tightrope. What if I buy the wrong stock and lose money?"