Everyone present, without exception, was fretting over the assignment Academician Wang had given them.
Jin Xia, however, acted as though nothing was wrong. She had dealt with the hospital so much lately that, with her connections to several doctors, obtaining a few medical records would be no trouble.
After class, complaints rose all around her.
Only Jin Xia remained seated, tapping on her phone as she reviewed every transfer Song Ming had helped deposit into her mobile banking account lately.
Adding all the scattered sums together and deducting Song Ming's commission...
She still had twelve million in her account.
Jin Xia sighed softly, unsure exactly where things had gone wrong.
Her funds had consistently hovered around ten million, without any major breakthrough.
As for that...
Jin Xia was not very satisfied.
Classes were still an ordeal for her.
Fortunately, Jin Xia was no longer as ignorant and unskilled in this life as she had been in her previous one, when she had spent every day either studying makeup courses or figuring out how to take leave to attend socialite training events in Hong Kong City.
She diligently took notes in every class, circling every difficult point she did not understand.
Then she photographed them and sent them to Song Ming, who would tutor her after class.
Jin Xia watched Song Li lying in bed, clutching her phone and shrieking, "Aaaah! My idol is here in our city!"
She picked up her phone and tapped the screen. "If you have time over the next couple of days, help me register a company."
She had no idea what Song Ming was busy with, but it took him a long time to reply. "Register a company?"
"Yes."
Jin Xia could sense that Song Ming, on the other side of the screen, seemed somewhat reluctant to help her register it.
The next second, another message arrived from Song Ming. "Do you have time? Let's talk in person, President Jin."
President Jin? His sudden shift to such formal language made Jin Xia's heart give a jolt.
Judging by the timeline, the Song family had already fallen completely into ruin, and the scandal involving Song Ming's father had broken, leaving him buried in debt.
She quickly got ready and went out.
Song Ming arranged to meet Jin Xia at the café where they had first met.
Song Ming sat in a private room with his hands folded, his manner serious. "President Jin, when you hired me as your assistant, you only said I would be your assistant. You never told me I'd have to help you register companies and things like that."
"Register the company, and your commission will be twenty percent."
Jin Xia extended him an olive branch.
After spending this time working with him, she had realized that a person's talent could not be hidden.
Although Song Ming had only become a rising member of the elite and a Wall Street stock market legend ten years later in her previous life...
Every trade he had made lately had earned a steady profit without a loss.
He was unlike Jin Xia, who would take a heavy position and go all in once she spotted an opportunity.
Song Ming was cautious and meticulous, yet he could bring every risk down to a minimum.
Making money in the stock market was nothing unusual. What mattered was maintaining consistent gains. Anyone who could achieve an annualized return of over forty percent was already an exceptional talent.
Song Ming's abilities clearly went beyond that.
Hearing Jin Xia's words, Song Ming sighed.
He took a document out of his bag and placed it on the table. "My mother... she has breast cancer. She doesn't have much time left. I'm very grateful for everything you've done for me lately, President Jin, but something has happened in my family recently, so I..."
What Song Ming meant was that not only did he have no intention of helping Jin Xia register a company, he even wanted to resign.
Jin Xia snapped her fingers, summoned a server, and ordered an iced Americano.
She took a small sip of her coffee, stopping after that first taste. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly said, "Your father's whereabouts are unknown, the company is bankrupt, and you're buried in debt. With your abilities, how long do you think it will take you to turn things around?"
All the commissions she had paid Song Ming over these past days amounted to only a little over a million.
Song Ming's mother still needed chemotherapy, and every expense was substantial.
Besides, his younger sister Song Li was still in school. By the time Song Li was born, their father had already made his money, and she had grown accustomed to spending freely from childhood.
So...
Jin Xia was not at all worried about Song Ming resigning.
Where else could Song Ming find such a well-paid job if he left her?
"I..."
Song Ming sighed. "I'm so upset right now that I don't even know what my next step should be."
"With your current abilities, you have no way of repaying the debts your father owes. As for your mother, she has doctors and nurses at the hospital. There's nothing in this world money can't solve."
After saying that, Jin Xia casually opened her handbag, took out a card, and placed it on the table. "There's five million in here."
Five million?
Song Ming's eyes lit up, but then he stammered, "But the A-share market is in chaos right now. It keeps swinging back and forth, switching between bullish and bearish. If we enter the market rashly, I'm afraid we could lose every cent of that five million."
Jin Xia understood what Song Ming meant. She knew he had always been rigorous in his approach and meticulous in his analysis.
But she did not intend to use this five million to trade futures.
"Have you heard of cryptocurrency? Bitcoin."
Jin Xia stared at Song Ming without blinking.
What she could say with certainty was that Bitcoin's value would surge in a month, offering the potential for a tenfold return.
Five million could become fifty million in just one short month!
Song Ming frowned. "I don't think Bitcoin is a suitable investment, Jin..."
He hesitated briefly, then changed tack. "President Jin, you don't understand overseas markets. This cryptocurrency has been a scam from the very beginning! I'm saying this for your own good."
Although Song Ming knew nothing about the background or identity of the girl before him, judging by the lavish investments she had made lately...
She had to be the daughter of someone powerful, with ample cash at her disposal.
Even so, having earned over a million from her, Song Ming did not want to stand by and watch Jin Xia walk into disaster.
"Are you questioning my investment judgment?"
Jin Xia smiled and set down her coffee cup. "Don't forget, I was the one who guided you through your first stock market investment."
Her words hit the mark.
Song Ming froze in his seat.
After a long while, Jin Xia stood up. "I'll give you a day to think it over. If you really don't want to keep working for me, I won't make things difficult for you."
With those words, she rose and headed outside.
The moment Jin Xia left the café, her phone began chiming nonstop.
Messages had arrived from the real estate agency.
"Miss Jin, the land you bought a while ago, where the orphanage and scrap yard stand, is about to rise in value. I hear demolition is coming soon. A few clients have asked me about buying those two plots from you at twice the price. Would you like to sell?"
"Cash. They said they can close the deal immediately!"
Jin Xia glanced at the messages on her phone screen, and the curve of her lips deepened.
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