The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 110 The Mad Speculator

Huang Yanqiu looked pitifully at Gao Qinghe, who was dressed in a green cheongsam and exuded elegance and confidence, and sighed:
"I just realized how ordinary and stupid I am, and how incompetent I am."

Gao Qinghe tapped her forehead, "Don't underestimate yourself. There won't be another Huang Yanqiu in this world who dares to confront armed robbers."

"You have courage and kindness, which many people lack."

Huang Yanqiu smiled self-consciously, "Courage and kindness, okay?"

Isn't it precisely because she's too kind that her own family members are exploiting her to the bone?

Huang Yanqiu never imagined that kindness could actually be a good thing.

She hated that she was too kind, but no matter how hard she tried to toughen her heart, it was still a soft lump of flesh.

Unless he's dead, it's impossible for him to get an erection.

As for courage, in the mouths of relatives, it means being disobedient, ignorant, unfilial, rebellious, and troublesome.

Huang Yanqiu really didn't think there was anything good about either of them.

But looking into Gao Qinghe's earnest and affirmative eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little happy inside.

Turns out, I'm still a good person.

They arrived at the agreed-upon place. Gao Qinghe straightened Huang Yanqiu's collar, which she had forgotten to put down, and nodded slightly. "Let's go. I wouldn't dare to go without you by my side to give me courage."

Huang Yanqiu knew she was lying; there was nothing in this world that Gao Qinghe wouldn't dare to do.

It feels really good to be needed.

"I want to learn a skill that can earn me money when I go back. Can you help me choose one?" Huang Yanqiu said softly.

In those clear, black and white eyes, there was a hint of pleading and embarrassment.

Gao Qinghe: "No problem."

The two arrived at the restaurant entrance, but the old-established restaurant's decor was far inferior to the luxurious entrance of the large hotel next door.

But it is also simple and understated, with a unique charm.

The restaurant's name is "Old Brand Restaurant," which is easy to remember and also easy to confuse with other old brands.

This shop remained open for a very long time, always with the same storefront sign; it never changed.

Every time Gao Qinghe comes to Shanghai, this is a place she must visit.

Although she doesn't come very often each year, the boss's son and daughter-in-law can recognize her.

This was the first time in her life that she had stepped into this old shop.

The layout inside is quite different from later generations; the counter is right by the entrance, and behind the counter hangs a signboard with the names of the signature dishes.

The waiters were all dressed in white kung fu uniforms, and they all looked very energetic.

Upon seeing customers enter the store, they immediately and warmly greet them.

"Welcome to our time-honored restaurant. Do you have a reservation? Are there two of you?"

Gao Qinghe called in advance, saying, "I have a reservation. I need a private room for five people."

For the first eighteen years, Huang Yanqiu never left her small mountain village.

But in the months since she turned eighteen, she has traveled with Gao Qinghe across most of the country.

The initial novelty and caution when encountering new things are a thing of the past.

Now, even if I'm extremely curious and have a lot of questions I want to ask, I can hold back until there are no outsiders around before I speak.

Sometimes Gao Qinghe didn't know either, so the two of them would openly ask others.

Huang Yanqiu was delighted to discover that there are still more good people in the world.

When faced with curious inquiries from outsiders, most locals would enthusiastically answer her questions and would be eager to tell her more, promoting their hometown.

For the very few with poor manners, just ignore them and pretend they're talking nonsense.

Knowing that the hot tea and hot towels served by the waiter were for rinsing mouths and wiping hands, Huang Yanqiu couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Such fragrant tea is wasted on rinsing mouths."

And those towels—the moment they touched my hands, the waiter immediately took them away and replaced them with fresh, warm ones.

In an era dominated by state-owned restaurants, the outstanding service awareness of these time-honored restaurants is remarkably advanced.

Gao Qinghe said in a low voice, "Some people eat to fill their stomachs, but others just want to enjoy comfortable service and environment." However, the dishes at time-honored restaurants are also quite good.

Seeing that it was almost time, Gao Qinghe ordered a few signature dishes first, and then they would order the rest according to their own preferences when the other party arrived.

"Don't you want alcohol?" Huang Yanqiu asked.

She noticed that everyone who hosts a dinner party always serves alcohol, as a good bottle of wine can make the host look good.

Gao Qinghe shook her head, "No, neither of us drinks."

"Then I want something sweet."

Huang Yanqiu asked the waiter to recommend a dessert for her, then handed the menu back to the waiter with a smile and stood up, saying, "I'll go greet them at the door."

She saw on TV that the secretaries of big bosses all did the same thing.

Not long after, as the appointed time approached, Huang Yanqiu led the group to the private room.

Liu Xiwen brought two young people, a man and a woman, both in their early twenties.

Knowing the significance of the dinner, both of them brought gifts for Gao Qinghe.

When they discovered Huang Yanqiu was also there, the two apologized and said they would definitely make it up to her next time.

Huang Yanqiu was flattered and confused, but then she heard the two talking about investment and financial management at the dinner table.

Eight hundred thousand yuan of pure working capital in 1989 was a huge sum of money.

Gao Qinghe knew all too well that this was an era where the bold would thrive while the timid would starve; putting 800,000 yuan in the bank to earn interest simply couldn't keep up with the current rate of inflation.

She wants to find a reliable financial manager for herself.

In her past life, she and Jiang Baohai had a professional family trust team to help manage their assets, which saved them a lot of time and energy in financial management.

Gao Qinghe only wants to lie down and relax in this life, so naturally she doesn't want to bother with anything.

She first listened to the two people's self-introductions, and then listened to Liu Xiwen's opinion.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Gao Qinghe stated her needs.

“I am willing to take on high-risk investments that result in a 50% loss of principal. You can try anything you want, but my goal is to double my assets within two years.”

"Of course, the more the better," she added with an expectant smile.

Upon hearing this, the two young men Liu Xiwen brought with them both took a deep breath.

Their initial assessment of Gao Qinghe was: This is absolutely a crazy speculator! A gambler!
Out of concern for the safety of the client's principal, the man advised her to be more cautious, as preserving principal and steadily growing assets is actually more suitable for women.

Before Gao Qinghe could react, Liu Xiwen picked up her water glass and drank half of it.

He stopped the other person from speaking just as they were about to.

Liu Xiwen smiled and looked at the young woman, saying, "She has relevant experience in managing stocks overseas, which should meet Ms. Gao's needs."

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly, "Okay."

Pei Li looked over in surprise, and Gao Qinghe immediately returned her a polite smile of thanks.

After finishing the meal, there was more than half of the food left over, which Huang Yanqiu packed up and took away.

The male manager who wasn't chosen didn't show any disappointment. Instead, he half-jokingly suggested that Gao Qinghe's friends recommend him if they needed anything. He then left first.

Pei Li made an appointment with Gao Qinghe to go to her company the next day. She would pick Gao Qinghe up at the hotel then, and then she said goodbye.

Pei Li was so excited she wanted to scream, but she didn't, because she was now a calm and reliable financial manager.

What she needs to do now is go back immediately and prepare the documents needed for the signing of the contract.

Seeing that everyone had left, Liu Xiwen also prepared to leave, showing no intention of staying.

He responded indifferently to Gao Qinghe's words of thanks.

But he knew that he would inevitably have more interactions with Gao Qinghe in the future.

Gao Qinghe knew that the other party wouldn't help her for no reason; she would have to repay this favor in the future.

However, after returning home, he still prepared a generous gift and asked someone to deliver it to Liu Xiwen's home.

As for how she knew the other party's home address, she has to thank her financial manager, Pei Li.

(End of this chapter)