After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

"Of course, if you don't have confidence, would you dare to touch futures?"

“What rate of return can be achieved?”

“I can’t say how much more, but I can bring you a return of more than 15%.

Any extra ones are mine.

You can’t let me work for nothing!”

Chen Xiaolong was a little unconvinced. "A 15% annualized return? It's not low, but it's not the best."

Chen Pingan curled his lips and said, "How much do you want?"

Chen Xiaolong thought about it and said through gritted teeth, "15% is fine."

Chen Pingan grinned a few times and then stretched out three fingers in front of him.

"Every three months, or one quarter, a guaranteed 15% return. Where else can you find such a high return on investment?"

"15% in three months? Don't lie to me!"

Chen Xiaolong was frightened.

In the past few years, the best domestic fund company's returns were only 11.86%.

Most of them are losses.

But Chen Xiaolong also knew that the highest yield of two of the fund companies had reached nearly 30% in a short period of time, but if you look at the results for the whole year, not a single one exceeded 15%.

Chen Pingan said calmly: "The simplest way is for you to give me a few million and I will prove it to you.

But this time, I have proven that I can achieve 15% for you in just one month.

I did it, all the profits belong to me and the principal is returned to you.

If you lose money, I will return it to you with 15% interest.

Just one month, what do you think?

According to Chen Ping'an's idea, if he steadily trades gold and stock index futures, the rate of return is not exaggerated.

Because he knows all the trends!

He may suffer losses in intraday trading, but as long as he trades overnight, he can guarantee that he will not fail!

Remembering every daily K-line does not mean that he knows the trend fluctuations during that day.

Chen Xiaolong was still a little worried and asked, "You're trading futures. What kind of products do you plan to trade?"

Chen Pingan shrugged and replied easily, "Of course it's gold and stock index futures. I'm most familiar with these two, and all my money comes from them."

Chen Xiaolong was silent for a long time before he whispered, "I think I understand what you're thinking, but this also gives me some confidence in you."

Chen Pingan continued to watch the news, "I haven't paid much attention to the news recently when I was in Tianjiang Province.

I'll have to read the news every day from now on. By the way, how much money are you going to give me? When will it arrive?

I'll send you the bank account number right away."

He pulled out a photo of his bank card from his phone and sent it to Chen Xiaolong, adding a note, "Account name: Fang Ping'an."

This card was obtained when he had not yet changed his name, and he still hasn't changed it yet.

Chen Xiaolong frowned as he looked at the message on his phone and said, "Take some time to change the name on this account, or just apply for a new card in Chen Ping'an's name."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "If possible, I plan to take a test so that I can open my own company in the future."

Chen Xiaolong remained silent, knowing that he was talking about the fund company.

That was Chen Ping'an's business, it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to get involved.

What he didn't know was that after seeing the news, Chen Ping'an had a slightly bold idea in his mind.

……

Fang Jinglei has completed her script.

She looked at the email she had just sent and couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

To be honest, writing such a script for several months was a very exhausting task for her.

Especially now, Ma Long seems to be pursuing her. Every time Fang Zhidie needs to defecate, he will call her and invite her over.

Fang Zhidie is much prettier than her, but Fang Jinglei herself is also an absolute beauty.

She is not even 25 years old, which is when she is at her most beautiful.

But in addition to work, she also has to take care of her mother, Zhao Wei, every day. Now that she no longer has a nanny, she has started to learn how to cook in her spare time.

The daily schedule is quite full.

She doesn't have any feelings towards Ma Long. Strictly speaking, she, as the author, actually has nothing to do with this TV series.

After the copyright is sold, the thing is no longer hers, and the investor can change it however he wants.

She has no right to speak at all.

Initially, Malone invited her to the scene just to give her face.

Once Fang Zhidie's identity was known, her background naturally became known to everyone in the crew.

The book is finished.

What will you write next?

Should I relax for a while or continue writing?

Ping An's voice and smile appeared in her mind, but that smile was shy and had a hint of flattery in it.

She suddenly realized that she had never seen Brother Ping'an's genuine smile from the heart.

She carefully recalled the expressions on Ping'an's face that she had seen during the years that her brother Ping'an was at home.

Yes, there is no genuine, sunny smile.

Some were just slightly flattering smiles, shy, cautious and careful smiles.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

She felt a slight sour taste rising into her nose.

Ping An, you are really pitiful!

Then she thought of Fang Hongjun, the younger brother whom her whole family loved very much.

Although he was the illegitimate child of her father and Qin Bailian, and she had done the paternity test herself, there was no need to discuss the matter of a dead person after all.

How can we see peace?

She often took a detour to the gate of Kyoto University on her way home, and sat in the car quietly watching the students coming in and out of the gate.

But she never saw that slightly unfamiliar figure again.

Closing the computer screen casually, she picked up a cigarette from the cigarette set aside and lit it.

Watching the white smoke slowly dissipate in the sunlight shining through the window, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, then took out her cell phone, flipped to Ping'an's contact information and just stared at it.

She was in a daze when her cell phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked and saw that it was her elder sister Fang Qingyan calling.

Fang Jinglei answered the call without thinking.

"Hey, Leilei, are you busy right now?"

"I'm not busy, what's wrong?"

"What is mom doing now?"

Fang Jinglei was a little confused by the question asked by Fang Qingyan.

"Mom went out. She said she was going to her uncle's place and she wouldn't let me go with her."

After having breakfast early in the morning, Zhao Wei put on makeup and went out.

The only car is still driven by Fang Jinglei, and it was given by the Zhao family.

Zhao Wei left by taxi and hasn't returned yet.

"Sister, if you have anything to say, just tell me. If you need to find mom, you can call her directly."

Fang Qingyan was silent for a while before she said, "Dad came to see me yesterday and told me a lot."

Fang Jinglei nodded, and then waited quietly for what was to come.

"Leilei, I don't want to speak for Dad..." Before she could finish what she wanted to say, Fang Jinglei spoke.

"Then don't speak for him." Fang Jinglei suddenly said, "There shouldn't be any problems with his company.

The last time he came, I let him be alone with his mother for a while, leaving them to communicate and exchange ideas.

After he left, my mother fell ill.

It was fine until a few days ago.

I don’t know what they said, and I don’t care.”