Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Philadelphia is not as international as New York, but it has one of the Ivy League schools and the world's best business school.

Wharton School of the Pennsylvania State University.

The business school building exudes a retro, elegant, and historical feel.

Chun Nianren walked down in the shadow of the iron outdoor stairs.

The world casts a soft glow on her outline; the burgundy shirt highlights her red lips and white teeth. The hem of her shirt is tucked into her black high-waisted jeans, outlining her waistline like a willow in the early spring.

She carried a backpack on one shoulder, and her arm holding a book revealed half of her white wrist, and a retro and elegant red gold Patek Philippe appeared and disappeared on her wrist.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign youth followed her.

William spoke Chinese with disordered tones.

"Spring, is it sleepy when you are on top of it? Is it hard to spray oil when you are looking at it?"

Chun Nianren was turning a black pen in her right hand, and the pen suddenly stopped between her fingers.

"No, it's my brother."

In order to see her expression, William followed her sideways.

"My dear brother? You don't look like me. Do you want to introduce me to him?"

"No, NO."

Chun Nianren subconsciously refused, and even emphasized it again and again for the future of the Shen family.

William's deep features were filled with clear confusion.

"Are you reluctant to let go? Are you afraid of the emperor?"

Chun Nianren stopped, turned around and was about to refute seriously in English.

William pointed a finger at the pen in her hand.

"I'm writing on the wall, and I'm afraid the crane will be killed by the same person. Don't treat me as a spit of oil, the emperor will tell me."

Chun Nianren's brows suddenly frowned, and his fingers unconsciously curled into his palms.

Matters of the heart, Shen Zezhou.

Too close, too intimate, too familiar.

He knew too well the path that the Shen and Lin families had arranged for Shen Zezhou.

Know your own identity too well.

"Miss Nianren!"

A voice in fluent Chinese came from upstairs, and the person hurried down the stairs to the two of them.

Zhou Jincheng is a Chinese Singaporean.

He greeted William first, then looked at Chun Nianren.

"Ms. Nianren, MD Gaomei invited you to the last industry leader lecture, but you declined. It's the top investment bank on Wall Street. Can I ask about your career prospects?"

Members of the Penn Finance Club are even more favored by top investment banks than MBAs, and membership is an invisible ticket to Wall Street.

Entering an investment bank is also the best choice for most business school graduates.

Chun Nianren's mind was complicated. She was neither distant nor enthusiastic towards him.

"I'm going back to my country and I won't stay in the United States."

She continued walking downstairs, holding the book.

There is a cool Lincoln Mark VIII parked in the shade of the trees on the side of the road downstairs.

Xie Yuetang opened the car window and stuck his head out. He looked dashing in a white suit and waved to Chun Nian.

"Sister Nianren! Here she is!"

Chun Nianren looked up, then stopped, turned around and politely nodded goodbye to Zhou Jincheng who was staying with him, and finally gave William a warning look and went downstairs first.

Zhou Jincheng stayed where he was, feeling lost, watching the carriage carrying the beauty away.

He and Chun Nianren were both members of the Finance Club. He had noticed Chun Nianren before at the stock investment competition and the merger and acquisition analysis competition. She was beautiful and intelligent. Moreover, they were the only two students from Asia in this class.

William looked deeply regretful. He patted Zhou Jincheng on the shoulder, and then felt sorry for himself.

Xie Yuetang started the car, glanced in the rearview mirror, and laughed out loud.

"Sister, is that your suitor?"

Chun Nianren unzipped his backpack and put away his books and notebooks.

"How is that possible? We're just classmates."

Xie Yuetang had just watched the entire thing, so naturally he did not miss the admiration in the young man's eyes.

In nearly four years, the already graceful little girl has grown into a stunning figure that attracts everyone's attention.

But it is so strong that it becomes light, and her temperament is so indifferent that she seems to be out of touch with the world, as if all the prosperity in the world is not in her eyes.

He smiled. It was obvious that Shen Zezhou was not interested in love.

It’s sad to have to deal with the relationship between good brothers.

At the beginning, Shen Zezhou gave Chun Nianren a contact number so that she could find him if she had any problems in the United States.

She contacted the person and found that he was Xie Yuetang.

The eldest son of the Xie family, his family has been in business for three generations. During the warlord chaos in the Republic of China, the Xie family moved to the United States with their family property.

The Xie family only invests and does not operate. They are one of the behind-the-scenes shareholders of Meigao Investment Bank and are real hidden rich people.

The apartment that Chunnian rented was not far from the school.

The car stopped downstairs. Xie Yuetang turned around and reached into the back seat, brought out a silver-white safe and placed it in the middle. He unlocked the code, opened it, and turned to Chun Nianren.

There was a box of US dollars neatly stacked inside. He just raised his hand and pushed the box of money to her.

"The amount you asked for is quite a bit of money. You have to tell me what you're going to do with it, right? Your brother handed you over to me. If anything happens to you here, I won't be able to explain it to him."

"Cousin Yue, have you forgotten what I studied?"

Chun Nianren took a glance and raised his hand to close it.

"Money makes money, and I'll pay you back in a month."

Now is the beginning of globalization, the golden age of the financial industry. When you throw a coin, you can hear the sound of money.

Hearing her extraordinary tone, Xie Yuetang drummed his knuckles on the leather steering wheel, his loud laughter reflected in the rearview mirror.

"As expected of a top student from Wharton Business School, one million dollars a month!"

It's not that he didn't believe in her ability, but he believed in her too much, which is why he felt so much emotion every time he saw her.

The Shen family must have done some good deeds in their previous life to have picked up such a golden phoenix.

"You're about to graduate, aren't you planning on returning home? Why do you still need so much money?"

Chun Nianren's eyes paused for a moment, thinking of something, staring at Xie Yuetang in thought, suddenly raised his hand, put his fingers together and tapped lightly on the safe.

"Cousin Yue, are you interested in becoming my partner?"

"partner?"

Xie Yuetang raised his eyebrows and became interested for a moment.

"What kind of business has Sister Nianren found attractive?"

Chun Nianren smiled and spoke casually.

"Investment banking."

It is not easy to open an investment bank on Wall Street. Capital, connections and talent are all essential.

Xie Yuetang was not someone who could be easily deceived. He laughed and pointed at her.

"You're not just impulsive, you must have thought about it a long time ago! You're really determined. Okay! I'll follow you."

Chun Nianren smiled broadly, his fingers sliding down to pick up the handle of the safe.

"Then I wish us great success."

Xie Yuetang saw her carrying the suitcase and about to push the door to get out of the car, and called out to her to stop.

"Hey hey hey! Letter!"

He reached into his suit and pulled out a white envelope with only a wax seal for her.

Chun Nianren took the letter back to the apartment, walked into the study, and put down his backpack and password box.

Turn on the computer and sit at the workbench.

She put the letter aside and didn't open it immediately.

Judging from the time, this should be the last letter from Shen Zezhou before returning to China.

In the past, they were just some insignificant photos and brief words.

She raised her eyes slightly, and there was a photo frame next to the computer, in which was the photo that William had seen.

A black Jeep Cherokee was parked in front of the Shen Mansion, and a tall man was leaning on the front of the car.

He wore sunglasses and crossed his arms to tense his back muscles. Under his sweat-soaked black vest, his sculpted abdominal muscles undulated like a dormant beast.

The posture is arrogant, the whole body is sharp, and the picture is full of tension.

Chun Nianren shifted her gaze back to the computer and logged into her E*TRADE account. The K-line was reflected in her amber pupils, and the green light of the rise and fall illuminated her eyes.

Calm begins to sell off.

In the four years since she came to the United States, she has successively purchased more than ten U.S. stocks, including AAPL, AMZN, NVDA...

The technology bubble will burst in the next two years, so it would be a good time to sell some of it at the highest point before returning home.