Rebirth and making money first

Zhang Jing began her creative journey again. She sat in front of her computer, her fingers rapidly tapping away at the keyboard. She was still thinking about how she needed to get a computer as soon as possible so she could use it in her dorm room. That way, she could write whenever she wanted.

A colleague called her. Zhang Jing looked up and saw her colleague pointing to the door. She turned around and realized it was Aunt Zhang. She quickly interrupted her work and went out to see what was going on.

Aunt Zhang brought several sets of training clothes for Zhang Jing to choose from, some affordable and some expensive. When Zhang Jing asked about them, Aunt Zhang explained that a relative made clothes and was helping to sell them. She and Aunt Zhuang each chose a set and wanted to see if Zhang Jing wanted one. Zhang Jing looked at the clothes and chose two: one cheaper, one more expensive. Even though they were the right size, the 260 yuan still made Zhang Jing feel a bit heartbroken. Money is so hard to come by!

Back at her computer, Zhang Jing worked even harder. Hoping to start earning more quickly, she longed for a life of ease and comfort. She had once pinned her hopes on men, but later realized no one was reliable, leaving her to work on her own. Short stories were easy, novellas were also acceptable, but long serials were exhausting, but the price was attractive.

Feeling incredibly tired, Zhang Jing glanced at the clock. It was almost time to meet A-Long, so she hurriedly packed up and prepared to leave. She took 6000 yuan before leaving. Thinking about how hard she worked to earn it, she decided to simply pay back 5780 yuan. The 4980 yuan from the Jinyin Daquan plus the 800 yuan she'd borrowed was just enough. She was planning to break up with A-Long anyway, so she'd treat him to a meal to show her gratitude.

Meeting with A-Long, A-Long suggested going for a fast food meal. "I know a place with good roast goose, let's go try it?" Zhang Jing agreed. It was past mealtime and not many people were around. It was obvious at a glance that the restaurant wasn't high-end, and Zhang Jing knew A-Long was trying to save money. Not wanting to argue, A-Long ordered some fast food and asked Zhang Jing how she was doing recently, telling her not to overwork herself, otherwise he'd be heartbroken... Zhang Jing didn't want to play along, so she took out the 5000 yuan she had prepared and handed it to A-Long, "This is the 800 yuan I'll lend you, and the money to buy the gold coin collection."

A'long pushed it away, "Didn't I tell you it was a gift for you? Why are you so reserved?" Zhang Jing insisted, "Even close brothers should settle accounts. Thank you for your help. I've been able to make ends meet lately, so please accept it!"

A-Long accepted the money and asked the boss to add two more stew pots. Zhang Jing's heart was pounding as she watched him. She couldn't figure out what she saw in this man. Besides his looks, after looking at him for a long time, his appearance also became cold and indifferent.

Zhang Jing shook her head, not wanting to think too much. She focused on eating, but A-Long was restless, asking how Zhang Jing's stock trading was going. Zhang Jing replied, "It's just okay." "Let me see your Chinese stock trading machine." Zhang Jing knew that A-Long carried two pagers besides his cell phone, one of which was a Chinese-language one, which he could use to check stocks and leave messages.

A'long asked, "You're not going to check on me, are you? Our relationship hasn't reached that stage yet!" Zhang Jing gave up completely this time and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just checking the status of the stocks I bought." A'long took off the phone and didn't hand it to Zhang Jing. "Tell me which stocks you bought and I'll help you check." Zhang Jing mentioned Fuyao and Yanzhou Coal. A'long searched for a while and quoted a price, which Zhang Jing didn't believe. She grabbed the phone and saw that Fuyao had increased significantly, while Yanzhou Coal had increased less. Selling it now would help her get some money back. Zhang Jing, who had made up her mind, was hit on the head by A'long.

The machine returned to A-Long's hands. "How much money can I make?" Zhang Jing ignored A-Long's question. "Not much. I'll sell it tomorrow. Can you help me see how much Kweichow Moutai is worth?" The price A-Long quoted satisfied Zhang Jing. Just like in her previous life, it was slowly rising. She felt more confident about her future.

A-Long invited Zhang Jing to spend the night at his place after dinner, and also suggested they go to her place, letting her choose. Zhang Jing said, "We're all going home. I have to work overtime tonight." A-Long didn't believe it, asking why she had to work overtime at her workplace. Zhang Jing said she had a manuscript to submit and she hadn't finished it yet. A-Long was very dissatisfied, "We haven't been together for a long time. Don't you miss me?" Zhang Jing said, "We're just ordinary friends. We don't plan to get married. There's no need to do the things a couple should do. The right thing to do is to work hard and make more money."

A-Long asked, "Do you really think so?" Zhang Jing said seriously, "Haven't you always told me that?" A-Long replied, "Some things are unpredictable, so I can't make any promises." Zhang Jing smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. Right now, my focus is on making more money. I'm planning to buy a house, so I don't have the energy to think about these things." A-Long immediately became interested. "How much money have you saved? How about we start a business together?"

Zhang Jing didn't get angry either. She asked A-Long earnestly, "How much do you have in savings now?" A-Long said 30 or 20. Zhang Jing asked, "Why is it so little?" A-Long said it was quite a lot. Shenzhen's expenses were high, and it wasn't easy for him to save so much. He also said it was easy for women to save money. "You must have saved a lot. 10? ? ?" Seeing Zhang Jing shake her head, she smiled and said, "You kept it a secret from me. You women all have a lot of private money." Zhang Jing was sure that A-Long was so poor that he had no one left. No wonder he had been struggling with her for more than ten years in his previous life. It turned out that he had no money!

After dinner, ignoring A-Long's attempts to keep her, Zhang Jing said goodbye and returned to her dorm to continue studying. "Men are not as attractive as money," she thought. "She was completely clear-headed in her life. Keeping distance from men is the right path." She also washed and hung her two sets of training clothes, ready to wear tomorrow.

The next morning, Zhang Jing dressed up and began practicing Guanyin Quan. She noticed Aunt Zhang and Aunt Zhuang had also put on theirs. The three of them complimented each other on how good they looked, and then began their practice. The costumes were indeed a sight to behold, and Aunt Zhuang's husband took photos with his phone. Mostly of Aunt Zhuang, Zhang Jing asked him to take a couple more and send them to her, and Aunt Zhang also wanted some. So, everyone finished their morning practice beautifully.

Looking at the photo, Zhang Jing knew she had another news release. This unit was too small to easily report anything. No wonder Li Xiangyue had been transferred to the nursing home.

The students were still practicing their old routines, each one striving hard because they had to choose a performer. Zhang Jing asked the class monitor and Alan to lead the practice, while she took photos of them herself. Since they'd need them for the script anyway, she decided to take a few individual photos. Each one had a story; it all depended on how it was told.

Zhang Jing called the stock exchange and inquired about the current prices of Fuyao and Yanzhou Coal. She set a sell price and left it at that. She was going back to Huizhou after get off work this Friday and needed to make preparations early. She needed to save more manuscripts for long series, but short stories didn't matter.

The newspaper was urging her to submit again, saying that readers loved the stories about migrant women and that the commissions were generous. They urged Zhang Jing to keep up the good work and start a new story soon. Zhang Jing was still trying to decide which story to write, and she had no idea.

She checked her account and saw some income coming in. It was barely over 2 yuan, and selling the stocks tomorrow should bring in more. She couldn't leave her mother empty-handed, so she had to give her some money. Zhang Zhi was about to give birth, and as her older sister, she had to contribute. Just thinking about it made Zhang Jing's head spin. There were so many places to spend money.

The text message finally arrived. Two stocks had been sold. I bought Fuyao at 14 and sold it at 156, a profit; I bought Yankuang at just over 7 yuan and sold it at 10.77, a profit of 740 yuan. A total of a large sum. Adding to Zhang Jing's original 2 yuan, she now had over 5 yuan. Zhang Jing was thrilled. In her entire life, she had never saved so much!

I must become rich! I must own my own house! I must have the capital to make a living!