Rebirth and making money first

Just as Zhang Jing was drifting off to sleep, A'long turned and hugged her tightly, her neck warm. "Alright, alright, let's stop arguing and make peace." "I'm so sleepy, let's go to bed." Of course, A'long refused, and his hands started moving again, so the two of them started going wild again. Zhang Jing remembered a joke she'd heard before: a couple quarreled and had a cold war, and the husband wanted to end it, but his wife ignored him. She asked for advice, and an experienced older brother taught her to force herself on him. Sure enough, they made peace. To put it in words, they fought at the head of the bed and made peace at the foot. Now that she had experienced it herself, Zhang Jing could only say that the words were true.

During this time, A-Long made sure to wear his raincoat; it seemed like buying ice cream was just a sideshow. Zhang Jing was a little upset. A-Long didn't want a child, and it was Zhang Jing's child. Zhang Jing had two miscarriages in her previous life, both from ex-boyfriends. She had been with A-Long for 14 years and still hadn't gotten pregnant, even without birth control. It was unclear whose fault it was: A-Long's work in the machine room, which exposed him to radiation damage, could have caused azoospermia; and Zhang Jing, later in life, had a series of issues, including uterine fibroids and pelvic effusion, making it possible for her to remain childless.

Zhang Jing planned to take time to get a physical examination and seek early treatment if there was any problem, as she was almost 30 years old. She must have a child in this life to make up for the regrets of her past life.

Aaron was content to go to bed, but Zhang Jing refused to give up. She insisted that Aaron listen to her plan. A bit frustrated, Aaron agreed, urging her to finish quickly so they could get some rest. Zhang Jing took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Actually, I want to tell you a secret. I was reborn." However, Aaron didn't seem too surprised, only responding with a faint "Oh." Zhang Jing asked, "Did you hear that?" Aaron followed up with a follow-up question, "And then?" Aaron continued to ask questions, seeming quite interested in the topic.

Zhang Jing knew that Aaron might be skeptical of what she had just said, but she didn't let it get to her. She calmly explained to Aaron how, thanks to the memories and information from her past life, she had been able to generate a staggering profit of 170,000 yuan with just over 6,000 yuan in initial capital. Aaron's lips curled slightly, a look of half-belief in his voice. He then pressed with interest, "So, what else do you know?" Sensing that Aaron hadn't completely refuted her claims, Zhang Jing unreservedly recounted every detail of the "Gold Coin Collection," lamenting her own financial difficulties and claiming she would have snapped up a copy for her treasured collection. Finally, she coquettishly threw her arms around Aaron's neck and pleaded, "How about this? Can you lend me another 5,000 yuan? I'll go buy a copy. Together with the 800 yuan I borrowed last time, I'll write you an IOU for 6,000 yuan!"

Facing Zhang Jing's request, A Long simply said two words: "Go to sleep." Then he turned around and lay down, no longer paying attention to Zhang Jing. Although Zhang Jing wanted to say something else, she had to give up when she saw that A Long had closed his eyes. The room gradually became quiet, with only the slight breathing sounds of the two people. A Long turned over and faced her with his back. Zhang Jing complained, "Stingy guy, drink cold water." "To prove that I have experience in my previous life, let me tell you something. Do you think it works? Aren't my old landlord's youngest daughter and son-in-law your colleagues? In the end, her son-in-law will be transferred to Longgang to work and promoted half a level, because no one is willing to go, including you. In the last six months or so, he will be promoted and transferred back to become your leader."

Aaron remained silent, so Zhang Jing said, "Whether you want to hear it or not, I have to tell you. I bought over 6,000 shares of Kweichow Moutai. The current price per share is only over 20 yuan, but in over 20 years, it will rise to over 13,000 yuan! Furthermore, the annual dividends are very substantial. Fuyao and Yanzhou Coal Mine's stock hasn't risen as much, but they'll still be quite profitable after over a decade. No matter what, I won't miss this great opportunity to make money. Maybe it's because I was so short of money in my past life, so I absolutely can't miss any chance to make a fortune in this life. Believe it or not, we're destined to be together. I want to make a name for myself through my own efforts, and I hope we can appreciate each other and grow together. We'll have both a house and a car!"

After Zhang Jing finished speaking, she closed her eyes and peacefully fell asleep. Unbeknownst to her, after she fell asleep, A-Long quietly turned around and stared at her for a long time. Then, he even secretly kissed her on the lips and whispered, "Little fool, my colleague has already gone to work in Longgang a week ago. But, I just love your love of making random noises and talking nonsense."

In the morning, Zhang Jing changed and said goodbye to A-Long, saying she'd go back and get a car to move. A-Long insisted on taking her out for breakfast, saying it wouldn't be convenient for him to show up, and asked her to call him after the move. He said he would check on the computer that afternoon and try to get it fixed and send it over. Zhang Jing nodded in agreement.

When Zhang Jing returned home, the landlord asked her where she had gone the night before. Zhang Jing said she was at a friend's house and told him that she was moving and would pack up before calling a taxi. The landlord was anxious, "Didn't you say you were moving on Sunday? Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not kicking you out!" Zhang Jing explained that she wanted to move in early and pack up, and comforted him, "I'll come to see you when I have time, so be happy."

After Zhang Jing sorted out her belongings, she tossed the useless items aside, preparing to have her landlord sell them for some change. Then, she carried her remaining belongings outside to hail a taxi. Seeing Zhang Jing leaving, the neighbors came to see her off, expressing their reluctance to part.

At this moment, the old landlord stopped Zhang Jing and handed her a red envelope. Zhang Jing wanted to refuse, but the old landlord refused to take it back. She said to Zhang Jing: "This is a little gift from grandma, please don't despise it! Grandma actually likes you to be my daughter-in-law, but it's a pity that my son doesn't have this blessing..." Hearing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but be moved.

Afterward, Zhang Jing got in a taxi and drove away. When she looked back, she saw the old landlord still standing there, silently watching the car. Zhang Jing sighed softly and turned away. She opened the red envelope and saw three hundred-yuan bills tucked inside. At that moment, she deeply felt that the heaviest debt in the world is the debt of gratitude. It seemed she would have to return to visit this kind old landlord someday!

Zhang Jing sat in the car, feeling a bit heavy-hearted. She knew that this red envelope was more than just money; it represented the landlord's love and blessings. She decided that no matter what, she would find time to go back and visit him to express her gratitude. After all, in this world, having someone care and love you is such a blessing!

No one was at work today, and the few people staying there were all having an event. Aunt Zhuang's husband, usually quite welcoming, was on duty at the door. The moving company finished moving everything, and Zhang Jing paid for it. It cost 270 yuan, which she thought was a good deal. She set about putting her things in order until the room looked tidy. She'd buy any missing brooms, trash cans, and toilet cleaners when she had time. For now, she'd use the shared broom and mop in the hallway.

Zhang Jing, drenched in sweat, showered and changed. As she was about to wash, she dug into her pockets and remembered her lottery ticket. She hurried to find her purse. Today was Saturday. Yesterday's draws were 36/7 and 28/5. I searched for the winning numbers, but only matched four, within two groups. Nothing. I'm not meant to win! I'll put away the lottery tickets for tonight and tomorrow night.

My side hustle wasn't really about the lottery, and I couldn't get rid of my stock investment, so all I had left was copying stories. I had to work hard, otherwise, it would be even harder to be broke. Zhang Jing went out for a bowl of noodles, then came back for a nap. I texted A-Long to say I'd finished moving and that I'd talk to him after he woke up in the afternoon.

After waking up, Zhang Jing went back to the computer room. Having a spare key was indeed convenient; I lost track of time as I began writing. I'd written several different types of short stories, and this time, I'd written a lot of long serials, so I needed to save them in case I needed them. I checked the backend, but there was no message from the editor. Is it really true that "readers are not as good as writers, and writers are not as good as sellers"?

The miserable life of a multi-millionaire before she became rich is her current situation. The future rich woman is so poor now! Money, come to me quickly! Zhang Jing screamed in her middle school mind.