In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

The four of them gathered in this coffee shop to get to know each other, and then started filling out the registration form.

The undisputed captain is naturally Fu Ziyan.

Arriving at the registration office, Evie, still in a daze, exclaimed, "Oh my god! From the time I decided to register to the time I filled out the application form and submitted it, only forty minutes had passed. It went incredibly smoothly."

As we all know, there are some things that cannot be said casually.

As soon as Evie finished speaking, she saw another group of male students coming with registration forms.

The leader was Chuck, the school's famous "commoner" academic master.

He was considered a commoner, but he came from a middle-class family. But he was a true academic genius, rumored to possess a photographic memory. In such a competitive school, Chuck managed to win scholarships year after year, and his scores on closed-book exams were always close to perfect.

But perhaps because he was born with good qualifications, Chuck has a very bad shortcoming - he looks down on wealthy aristocrats, thinking that these second-generations are relying on their ancestors' family background and are not as good as himself.

However, since he was able to enter this school, Chuck would not be so foolish as to express his "disdain" openly. He usually implies it in a subtle way, like at this moment.

Chuck saw two bright and beautiful young ladies at first glance - Fu Ziyan and Evie.

He nodded humbly and spoke politely, "So it's Miss Selene and Miss Evie. I see you're also interested in participating in this competition this year. I'm looking forward to witnessing your strength on the field. I'm sure with your family's support, your performance will be exciting."

What he meant was that you only rely on your family background, otherwise you would not be qualified to compete with him.

Fu Ziyan: ...

Evie:......

I'd heard Chuck mentioned by my party friends long before, saying he was a strange guy with a deep-seated hostility towards those of us who came from better backgrounds, even if it was the first time we met. But since they were clearly on different paths, I didn't know where the hostility came from.

Before, her friends had enthusiastically shared with her how to deal with it - just ignore it.

Fu Ziyan just laughed it off at that time.

In her opinion, in addition to going to school every day, she also had to deal with hotel work and occasionally attend parties and entertainment venues, so she had no chance to meet Chuck at all.

I didn't expect to see it...

It really lives up to its reputation!

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded: "Yes, classmate, I am also looking forward to your performance. We will see the real result on the field." After that, she turned and left.

Why waste time arguing with someone who is not as good as her and looks down on her? Isn't that just downgrading herself?

Ignoring it is enough to break some people's defenses.

Chuck froze, his polite but smug smile frozen on his face.

What is this classmate?

Everyone in the school knows Chuck's name!

He is indeed the arrogant and annoying second generation of a wealthy family!

The three people behind Chuck looked at each other without saying a word.

They had long known about Chuck's nature. Although they came from middle-class backgrounds, they had different ideas from Chuck. They studied and worked hard to strive for their offspring to become the second generation of wealthy families. Before that, gaining the favor of wealthy aristocrats would be more conducive to achieving their goal. Offending the children of wealthy aristocrats would not benefit them.

Despite their differences, they didn't stop them from teaming up with Chuck. He was a true academic genius, and for the ultimate goal of winning the award, they could ignore these minor differences.

Evie held Fu Ziyan's arm and laughed non-stop: "Selene, you are so good~"

Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows nonchalantly and glanced at her.

Within two days, the theme of the competition came out, which was financial measures to cope with the current inflation rate.

The first reaction of the three was to look at Fu Ziyan.

Fu Ziyan curled her lips slightly and spoke calmly, "That's a good question. Let's each think of a solution today, and then come to my house to discuss it after class tomorrow. How about that?"

"No problem~"

"Listen to Selene!"

The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon sets and the sun rises.

In the small meeting room of the villa in the city center, servants came in one after another, served tea and desserts to the young lady and her friends, and then quietly closed the door.

"The UK's inflation rate has exceeded 24% this year. Let's look at the reasons behind this," Fu Ziyan said as she stood in front of the writing board. She opened the pen cap with a click, held the pen in her right hand, and wrote on the board sideways - oil crisis, devaluation of the pound, trade union power, and wage-price spiral.

The pen strokes are sharp and the font is elegant and graceful.

Fu Ziyan looked back and smiled slightly, with her hands on the table. "So, we can start from these aspects."

Flora spoke first: "Starting with the wage-price spiral, we can design a financial product that ties people's savings to inflation-driven depreciation, converting them based on the RPI at the time of purchase to ensure the same purchasing power upon redemption."

"Flora has a point, but I think..."

Several people discussed and expressed their ideas.

Fu Ziyan listened with a smile, and finally spoke lightly on the table. She first affirmed everyone's views and looked at each of them face to face: "Flora's idea..., Evie said..."

Then he smiled and said, "But I think we can be bolder."

Fu Ziyan looked directly at everyone, a smile spreading across her lips. "How about directly tying government debt instruments and wage negotiations to people's savings needs, and having the Ministry of Finance and private banks jointly guarantee them?"

"Once successfully developed, it can replace part of the workers' demands for wage increases; for enterprises, it can offset the pressure of wage costs and reduce bankruptcy rates." Fu Ziyan smiled, her tone full of youthful vigor and ambition.

Flora raised an eyebrow, then lowered her eyes in deep thought.

Donna stopped writing and looked up at the girl who said something shocking.

Evie also looked up in surprise. Selene's idea was indeed bold. After a pause, she asked her next question: "So, what will the funds from this product be used for?" With returns based on the inflation rate, the use of funds would be complicated.

"Seventy percent will be invested in North Sea oilfield infrastructure, and thirty percent will subsidize food import tariffs." Fu Ziyan said as she raised her hand to pull out the rolling chair and sat down.

Donna suddenly spoke up. She didn't question the plan, but instead jumped right in. "I think we could add a split transfer feature, allowing housewives to split a 100-yuan bond into ten 10-yuan portions for easier transactions. This way, for housewives, this product could replace stored-value accounts and be more helpful in attracting capital."

"The last question is, how do we get the union to agree to this plan?"

"Benefits." Evie leaned back and chuckled. "Give them privileges. Just allow the union to send representatives to the bond fund oversight committee. But there must be performance restrictions. For example, only unions that collectively subscribe to more than 10,000 pounds can join."

"..."

After a long and eloquent morning discussion, the four of them finally came up with a rough outline and some details. "Now that we have the framework, we need to build the most important computational model."

The four of them smiled at each other and picked up the coffee or juice at hand to relieve the dryness in their throats.

Fu Ziyan tapped her right index finger on the table and opened her lips slightly: "Then let's start the division of labor. Evie is good at intelligence data collection, and you will be in charge of collecting and organizing the research data; Donna will do the research... Flora will do the analysis..."

Birds fly back and forth outside the window. After more than a month, the four of them finally completed the computational model and completed this competition project. Tomorrow is the competition presentation day.

"Selene, the competition is tomorrow, are you a little nervous?"

"Of course—" Fu Ziyan stretched out the last syllable and turned with a smile, "No! You have to believe in our efforts this month."

Evie strode over with a stack of information, speaking broken Chinese. "I believe it, but 'know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll win every battle.' Come and see, I've compiled the judges' information."

"As expected of you, Evie!"

"Evie can actually speak a few words of Chinese, that's amazing~"

While joking, several people came over to look at the information.

"Mr. Henry Crowder, a former central bank advisor, is a conservative. He dislikes radical reforms, so our ideas might be risky for him. Ms. Eileen, a Labour MP, is concerned about workers' rights, so we're likely to be able to convince her. Mr. James, the director of Fundsmith, is more focused on profit, and according to our model data, he's a more likely candidate to win over..."

"In response to any questions Mr. Claude might have..."

"In a sense, our financial product is paving the way for the Labour Party, so we must be wary of attacks from Conservative judges."

The meeting room in the villa was buzzing with discussion, and outside the window, the chirping of birds began to rise. After a while, the chirping stopped, and the birds fluttered away...

The little bird with black feathers and a white belly perched on the treetop again. Fu Ziyan stood in front of the window and looked at it with a calm expression.

"Selene, are you ready? We will be the next group to give a presentation!" Evie, dressed in a formal black women's suit, came running from behind.

Fu Ziyan turned around and smiled, her smile was shallow, but she spoke with a resounding voice: "Of course!"

When I walked out of the preparation room, I met Chuck again.

The scar heals and the pain is forgotten. This probably refers to him.

He looked very proud, and a pretentious gentleman smile appeared on his lips. "Miss Selene, I wish you good results."

Fu Ziyan nodded calmly, but spoke without humility: "Of course, I'm looking forward to the feel of the championship trophy."

Chuck curled his lips, looked them up and down with his eyes, spread his hands and smiled: "Then I wish you good luck."

With him here, how can these young ladies win the championship?

Even though Selene had appeared in several financial newspapers and magazines in the past few months due to Yuanxi Hotel's deployment in Western Europe, and the newspapers praised her as "a good daughter from a good father" and "an excellent second-generation heir", Chuck believed that it was just the media flattering the eldest daughter and should not be taken seriously.

Fu Ziyan had no idea what Chuck was thinking. Even his appearance did not cause any ripples in Fu Ziyan's heart, let alone affect her performance on stage.

The spotlights on the stage poured down like daylight. Fu Ziyan, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, strode onto the stage. It was clearly just an old auditorium renovated for a speech competition. The judges in the front row were each more serious and solemn than the last, but Fu Ziyan exuded a calm and composed demeanor, a stark contrast to the audience.

Her expression was calm, and her lips curled up politely. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very pleased to share with you today our team's financial response to the UK's current inflation rate. First..."

"Secondly..."

She confidently presented her group's views. Even though she was wearing a formal suit, she exuded a relaxed demeanor and was confident and calm, as if this was not a competition, but simply sharing her views with everyone.

But it's still a game after all.

The judges in the audience asked, "The bond returns depend on profits from the North Sea oil fields. How can you ensure that everything goes smoothly when constructing the North Sea oil fields?"

Fu Ziyan looked directly at the judge, nodded gracefully, and then began to explain: "Regarding Mr. Smith's question, I think..."

Facing questions from the judges below the stage, Fu Ziyan kept a smile on her face, her brain was working fast, but she looked calm and composed, always responding calmly with reasons and evidence.

At the end of the answer, a male judge exclaimed in disbelief: "It's incredible that such a complex algorithmic model and financial product were thought up by four twenty-year-old girls?"

Fu Ziyan frowned, raised her eyes and looked calmly at the judge, saying in a calm tone, "If we were men, I wonder if you would question our age or praise our talent?"

The judges were speechless, there was a pause, and then there was thunderous applause.

Labour MP Ms. Eileen stood up and hugged her, saying in a gentle and powerful voice: "You are an excellent child. I wish you a bright future."

"Thank you for your blessing." Fu Ziyan curled the corners of her lips.

When it comes to women's rights, there are no national boundaries. While everyone is striving to move forward, they are also sowing the seeds of hope and warmth for other girls who are striving to move forward. Every girl is shining brightly in the torrent of history and reality.

The results of the competition still need several rounds of discussion by the jury and it is impossible to announce them on the same day. Fu Ziyan's team did not stay and left the stage after finishing their speeches.

Evie was super excited: "Selene, I think we've got it!" She's going to make fun of her rivals after winning the award.

"Selene, I want to go to your house for a big dinner!" It was Flora who spoke. Ever since she attended her coming-of-age dinner, Flora has been thinking about Chinese food.

The quiet and low-key Donna also smiled. Although the results had not yet come out, the judges' expressions showed that they were satisfied with the plan.

Donna followed Flora's words and joked, "Selene, hungry, food!"

She also learned this joke from this small team.

After working together for a month, their relationship had become so harmonious that they could even crack jokes casually. Fu Ziyan smiled brightly, "No problem! I've asked the chef to prepare a Cantonese feast. Just enjoy it!"

She raised her eyebrows mischievously: "Even the hawthorn water is ready, enough to help you digest~"

In the sunshine, the smiles of the four people were more brilliant than the asters blooming behind them.