Jin Xia really did not know this Yan An.
She had had even less to do with him in her previous life.
Most likely, her recent fame on the campus forum had drawn plenty of "flies" to her.
It was just that...
What made her want to laugh was that there were even male socialite wannabes?
Decked out in fakes to keep up appearances, he actually had the nerve to parade around campus conning people.
"Next time you buy knockoffs, make sure they match the original. Even if LV's bespoke pieces are hand-stitched, they wouldn't use such poor-quality leather. If I remember correctly, this style of yours should be lambskin."
Jin Xia shook her head, a flicker of mockery crossing her eyes, and hurried down the steps with her books in her arms.
"What do you mean by that? Who are you looking down on? Do you know how much money goes through my account every year?"
As Yan An spoke, he quickly opened his phone and showed it to Jin Xia, flaunting it.
He jogged after Jin Xia. "See that? Over a million goes through my account every year!"
A year's transaction volume on Zhifubao alone did not prove much.
After all, the phone shop where Jin Xia had once worked had an annual transaction volume as high as five million.
What was there to show off about?
"With an annual transaction volume of a million, would LV give you bespoke pieces reserved exclusively for VICs?"
As soon as Jin Xia said that, laughter erupted around her.
"Hey, freshman, what village did you come from? It's called VIP! What's VIC supposed to be?"
"Hahaha... Where did this bumpkin crawl out from?"
"..."
Jin Xia stared at the clowns before her as though she were looking at idiots.
Yan An sighed. "How about this? Come out to dinner with us tonight, and tomorrow I'll take you to browse the LV boutique. I know the place really well. Even the sales associates remember my name. They call me Mr. Yan every time I go."
"You've really got money, Yan!"
The blond-haired guy looked at Yan An with envy.
Yan An deliberately tossed his hair, trying to look cool, his manner utterly sleazy. "Nothing special. I spend eighty to a hundred thousand at LV every month."
His gaze remained fixed on Jin Xia.
This man did not even think his lies through. For the sales associates to remember his name clearly...
He would have to have spent at least five million at that store.
After all, from 2015 to 2017, Louis Vuitton had outclassed the other major brands in both design and brand marketing.
It had even later adopted the Hermès model for a time, requiring additional purchases to secure certain items.
Jin Xia could not be bothered with a sleazy man like Yan An. She merely said casually, "Sorry, my family is poor. That isn't somewhere I should be spending money."
With that, she could not be bothered to say another word to Yan An. She stepped around the arm he had stretched out to block her and hurried toward the flower bed.
Yan An stood frozen in place, even muttering to himself for a moment, "Does this count as playing hard to get?"
"Damn! Yan, this freshman is such a poser. She doesn't even recognize LV's bespoke pieces, yet she's still so full of herself!"
The blond-haired guy glared at Jin Xia's retreating back.
Liu Rui, who had been walking straight over from nearby to borrow books, happened to witness the entire scene.
Liu Rui turned and glanced in Jin Xia's direction. "This freshman really is something. She's only just arrived at school, and she's already seducing Yan An."
Indignant, she secretly clenched one hand into a fist, glaring at Jin Xia's back.
Jin Xia knew nothing of any of this.
But even if she had heard Liu Rui's words herself, she would not have taken them to heart.
A wealthy upperclassman? He was nothing but a male socialite wannabe, and the lowest-grade kind at that.
A poser who had not even properly learned about the major luxury brands!
After returning to her dorm, Jin Xia threw herself into studying, neglecting food and sleep.
She had known nothing about finance, but after studying intensively during the time since her rebirth, she now had a general understanding of compound interest and managing large assets through asset allocation.
Her next plan was to wait until the demolition, then use the compensation to pay off the mortgage on the old Western-style house she lived in first.
That way, if she had any major investments to make in the future, she could still mortgage the house.
The remaining cash flow would be enough for Song Ming to invest in Bitcoin and run the operation.
In the space of a single day, Song Ming's family circumstances had changed completely.
He received a call from his mother. "Ming, the bank has seized our villa. That bastard of a father of yours secretly used our property to take out loans!"
On the other end of the line, his mother's voice was choked with tears.
Her voice trembled as she continued, "They told me... they said your father still owes the bank twenty million. How are the three of us supposed to survive?"
"What did he do with the money?"
Song Ming frowned deeply and asked in confusion.
His mother knew nothing. She only murmured, "It seems he was developing some new energy project with someone. The funding dried up halfway through, and now it can only be left sitting there. Some people say your father went gambling and lost all the money. But whatever happened, his whereabouts are unknown now. We don't even know whether he's alive or dead..."
On the other end of the phone, his mother was a mess of tears.
Her husband was missing, the family was bankrupt, and she had breast cancer.
The Song family was utterly finished.
Just before hanging up, his mother urged him, "Ming, no matter what, you have to put Xiao Li through school. With grades as poor as hers, getting into university wasn't easy. Without a good diploma and qualifications, a girl won't have much of a future."
All the pressure and burdens of the Song family rested on Song Ming alone.
At that moment, he stared at an entry in his contact list, looking at the label "President Jin," and froze in hesitation.
It seemed the only person he could count on was Jin Xia.
Apart from her, there really was no company that could let him earn a million a year.
Song Ming had already begun his internship period, and he had sent his résumé to every company he could apply to.
Working life was clearly harder than he had imagined. A company that paid interns three thousand a month already counted as a good one.
Ten minutes later.
Jin Xia received a message on her phone.
"President Jin, I've thought it through. I'm willing to start a company with you. A twenty-percent commission is too high. I'll be satisfied with ten percent. But I still want to advise you that Bitcoin is a scam. If you want to invest in Bitcoin, just put in a million and play around with it."
Song Ming had clearly given this message careful consideration.
However, he had not expected that Jin Xia intended not only to hold a heavy position in Bitcoin, but also to buy a large amount.
Jin Xia had already learned the detailed procedures for opening an account and trading, and she sent them to Song Ming.
"Since you're willing to keep working for me, that means you trust my investment judgment. I'll put up the money and bear the risks. What are you afraid of?"
That message carried a powerful force.
The other party did not reply for a long time.
Jin Xia put down her phone and was about to go wash up. She had just picked up her towel when a woman's voice sounded behind her.
"Which one of you is Jin Xia?"
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