Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Yes, a lowly person from the slums.

A nouveau riche.

They are not from the same world as these aristocrats who come from upper class society.

It seemed that only this could calm the knots in their hearts, and the noble ladies looked at the two of them with more and more arrogance.

Ruan Xingchen felt a little amused.

It is clearly the 21st century, but these so-called ladies still restrain themselves with the rules and regulations of the past and live as if they were in the feudal era.

She was too lazy to argue with these people, but someone was unwilling to say anything sour: "Of course I don't feel bad about the money that I didn't earn myself. It's really not easy for Mr. Huo."

"Who says it's not?" someone echoed, "Investing in such a rubbish script, I don't know whether they're investing based on the script or the person..."

These words seemed meaningful, and everyone's eyes on Feng Chen's face, which was full of melancholy, suddenly became meaningful.

"Maybe they don't intend to make money at all, they just go for the people..."

"Oh, I can't stand it anymore. These uneducated people are playing dirty... two people..."

This immediately triggered a burst of ambiguous and contemptuous laughter.

Ruan Xingchen's expression suddenly turned cold, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. "I haven't even seen the results of whether my investment is profitable or not, so why are you all making the final judgment for me?"

"You're all seeing results before the project even starts, are you all thinking you're Warren Buffett?" She raised her lips sarcastically. "Everyone here knows a little bit, yet they're showing off endlessly. In our ghetto, there's a saying: A full bottle of water doesn't make a sound, but a half-full one does."

"Unfortunately, I know a little bit about investing." She sneered, her cold gaze sweeping across them as she spoke meaningfully, "I just feel that the projects you've invested in are not only not profitable, but are actually losing money. Your carefully crafted investments are truly going to go to waste."

When talking about others, they were all sharp-tongued, but now when it came to themselves, all the ladies turned pale.

How can I stay calm?

Chinese people are a little superstitious. When it comes to investing, if someone tells you that you will lose money before you even start, who would feel happy?

The ladies became angry because they could do what others could not.

"A dog bites Lu Dongbin!"

"Even if he's not good enough, he can't stand seeing others doing well. Ms. Huo, I don't want to see this kind of person again!"

"It's still unclear who will make the money! You can be so arrogant now, but don't cry alone in the future."

"How do you speak? Can you speak?"

"Oh, you're already breaking down?" Zhou Shumei clapped her thigh and laughed. "Weren't we all talking so enthusiastically just now? Why can't we just talk back? I really don't understand the rules of your upper-class society."

"Ms. Zhou, please don't understand." Ruan Xingchen said, "You wear a mask like a fake person, living a servile life yet you're complacent. We're living happily, why would we break our bones?"

"Han Xing, what are you saying?" Aunt Huo's face was gloomy, and she couldn't help but scold: "Everyone is trying to persuade you with good intentions. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but how can you say such harsh words?"

"Did I say something harsh?" Ruan Xingchen sneered, "I think what my aunt and the ladies said was much harsher than what I said."

"Besides, I'm not like you ladies who speak without thinking. After all, Auntie knows whether these projects are profitable or not, doesn't she?" She stared at Auntie Huo meaningfully.

Aunt Huo's face trembled. She felt that her black and white eyes were surprisingly penetrating, as if they could see through her whole body. "You, what do you mean? I don't know what you are talking about."

"What can I mean?" Ruan Xingchen smiled faintly, lowered his eyes and said nonchalantly: "Aunt is the leader, so of course she knows more about each project."

"Of course... I have to do my homework to help lead the charge." Aunt Huo was a little embarrassed, afraid that others would notice something was wrong. She forced a smile and said, "Well, since you insist on having your own way, I won't try to persuade you. Young people always need to fall before they can learn their lessons."

She shook her head, like an elder doting on a younger generation, and smiled and advised: "Okay, okay, don't gather here. Let's go check out other projects."

There are many people like Wang Zheng who come here with investment applications.

Most of them boast a lot and ask for money, but in fact they are just small projects with no possibility of return.

Reached a tacit agreement with Aunt Huo.

There are also a small number of people like Feng Chen who feel that their talents are not recognized and no one has the insight to see their talents.

But not everyone is lucky.

After the crowd dispersed, Feng Chen gave a wry smile and took back his plan. He whispered, "Thank you, Ms. Ruan and Ms. Zhou, for helping me out. I won't take your words to heart... but thank you very much anyway."

What just happened was obviously a quarrel of pride among these ladies, and he was just a pretext for this war.

No matter what, these two people helped him, preventing him from losing his dreams and even his remaining dignity.

He is not so despicable as to seize other people's promises and force them to pay money because of this.

Maybe... he is really not suitable for this path.

Feng Chen closed the plan and carefully cleaned up the details, but he knew in his heart that after leaving this door, he probably would not continue to work in this industry.

"Who said I was trying to help you out?" Ruan Xingchen looked at him and said, "I never get angry with anyone. I'm really optimistic about this project and want to invest. What? Are you going to reject me?"

"W-what?" Feng Chen raised his head suddenly, his eyes gleaming, his voice trembling: "You, you really... you really want to invest?"

"I'm not kidding." Ruan Xingchen nodded: "You don't want to?"

"Yes! I do!" Feng Chen was so happy after such a huge surprise that his eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you, thank you so much... Money? It doesn't matter if we don't have enough money. We can eat less and live in a worse place... Thank you, thank you!"

His nose felt sore and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Just before he gave up, the light of hope finally shone on him.

He was originally going to be living on the streets tonight and completely give up his dream.

Fortunately, fortunately he came today.

Fortunately, he didn't give up.

Wiping his tears vigorously, the man who was already in his thirties grinned with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Why are you crying? It's something happy." Zhou Shumei couldn't bear to watch, so she grabbed a tissue and stuffed it into his hand, pouting, "Don't worry, you'll get it. Ms. Ruan and I aren't that stingy."