Now she was Ms. Jin, not Xia

Just as Jin Xia finished speaking, the office door in front of her creaked open.

Hu Junyi hurried inside, his expression anxious and his voice urgent. "President Jin, you can't deposit the entire two hundred million in Jianjun Bank. I don't think that's rational. Based on the analyses I have here, I can draw up a more cost-effective financial plan for you."

Jin Xia stared at Hu Junyi for a few seconds, momentarily taken aback.

Depositing two hundred million in any bank would never yield more than investing it.

She was, of course, perfectly rational and clearheaded, and she knew bank interest did not amount to much to begin with.

But...

Making money was not what Jin Xia wanted to do most right now.

"I don't care about the returns this two hundred million will bring me."

She gave Hu Junyi a sidelong glance, then curved her red lips into an intriguing smile.

Hu Junyi stood there looking utterly bewildered. "I'm the company's accountant. My job is to plan your finances and investments and handle the company's tax filings and such."

The implication of his words was that if Jin Xia invested however she pleased now, his presence would lose its value.

"Isn't your job to follow my instructions and then draw up the best possible financial plan for me?"

Jin Xia spoke without hesitation, their eyes meeting.

Hu Junyi had wanted to argue, but facing this girl who had only just started university, the intimidating force in her eyes made him swallow the words he had yet to say.

Deflated, he said, "All right. I understand, President Jin."

After all, the money belonged to Jin Xia. How to invest it and what financial products to choose were, of course, up to her.

Jin Xia told Song Ming to transfer two hundred million from the company's accounts to her and leave the rest untouched for now.

According to Song Ming, technology was currently the company's greatest barrier.

It seemed she would have to go find that person...

As Jin Xia left the company, Song Ming followed close behind at a brisk pace, a booklet in his hand as he reported meticulously, "Our company is still in the research and development stage. The team has been assembled. Next, we'll give them in-depth training according to your requirements, President Jin."

"You don't need to report little things like this to me in the future."

Jin Xia said it casually.

She genuinely did not care about these things. After all, the company's current staff could not create a Sound Rhythm Jump.

Song Ming stood there holding the folder. When he turned around, he saw Hu Junyi standing behind him by the elevators.

Hu Junyi scratched his head in frustration. "Just what kind of background does President Jin have? Two hundred million—how can she just deposit it wherever she likes? Does she not care at all about the returns that two hundred million could bring her?"

"She..."

Song Ming paused. Thinking it over carefully, he seemed to know little about Jin Xia himself.

All he knew was that Jin Xia was his younger sister Song Li's roommate, an extremely low-profile tycoon!

In fact, judging by Jin Xia's clothes and appearance, it was hard to associate her with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Yet not only did she have several hundred million in cash, she was also decisive, precise, and ruthless when it came to investing!

Every investment recommendation she gave was guaranteed to make money without any losses.

And the profits were staggering every single time!

"Could she be some kind of oracle?"

No sooner had Song Ming said this than he shook his head. It was too absurd. "The network of connections behind her must be formidable. If she can think nothing of over five hundred million, I can't imagine how terrifying the cash flow behind her must be. So... when she said she'd give me a few million to invest and earn some pocket money, she really did mean pocket money!"

Hu Junyi stood rooted to the spot, frowning. "I truly can't imagine how much family wealth President Jin has."

The two exchanged a glance, filled with envy and admiration for Jin Xia.

After all, Song Ming was Jin Xia's trader. He had watched with his own eyes as she turned tens of millions into hundreds of millions.

When it came to investing, what good were connections alone?

Without that kind of boldness, you still could not make that money.

Less than half an hour after Jin Xia left the company, Song Ming had already made all the arrangements for her.

Two hundred million was a substantial sum at any bank.

Jianjun Bank was thrilled and sent an enthusiastic invitation.

"President Jin, the bank called to invite you to an in-person meeting at eight thirty tomorrow morning."

Hu Junyi spoke from the other end of the line.

Jin Xia gave a simple "Mm," then hung up.

She did not plan to return to the dorm tonight. She had been far too busy and exhausted at school lately. She needed a bath and a comfortable night's sleep at home.

As soon as she returned to the old Western-style house and pushed open the door, a refreshing fragrance greeted her.

What met her eyes were climbing roses covering half the wall, quietly blossoming in the night, their flowers in full bloom.

Jin Xia ran a bath and immersed herself in the tub, enjoying the nourishment of the natural fragrance around her. When she emerged from the bathroom again, a phone rang in the distance.

The caller ID read, "Bai Qiao."

She had been planning to seek out Bai Qiao, but to her surprise, he had contacted her first.

Bai Qiao sounded extremely anxious on the other end. "Xiaxia, Mom's been hospitalized. Something this serious happened, and you didn't even tell me."

So that was why he was calling.

Jin Xia wiped the water from her body with a towel and strolled straight out. Holding the bath towel in one hand, she casually set her phone aside.

"Would telling you help? Are you a doctor?"

Her tone was cold and distant. She was not even willing to discuss the director's condition with Bai Qiao.

When the director had needed help most, he had been nowhere to be found. Now that her condition had stabilized, he had actually started showing concern for her.

"I..."

Bai Qiao hesitated briefly, then hurriedly said, "Give me an account number. I'll transfer twenty thousand to you right now. If that's not enough, tell me, and I'll think of something else."

What could he possibly come up with?

That little money would not even cover a fraction of what Jin Xia had paid for the director's hospital stay.

Jin Xia sat on the sofa, watching the fluctuating numbers on her computer screen as she considered her next steps.

As things stood, the A-share market had collapsed completely. There was no hope of a recovery for at least three years.

She could only shift her entire focus to technology.

Over five hundred million was enough for her to spend and experiment with as she pleased.

As long as the core objective was right, the money would not be invested in vain.

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you. I want to recruit you for my friend's company."

Jin Xia spoke frankly. Apart from concealing the fact that she was the company's behind-the-scenes owner, she laid everything out openly.

He clearly had not expected her to be so direct. He hesitated for several seconds before slowly asking, "Xiaxia, do you know what you're saying? Your friend's company wants to recruit me?"

Bai Qiao was currently a key member of Rock's research and development department, and he had even signed a noncompete agreement with the company.

What company would be foolish enough to poach him?