Chapter 297: Ordinary People’s Wealth Freedom, Chen Jianghe’s Wealth Freedom
"Brother, it seems to be open a little bit."
Jiang Yishu lay in Chen Jianghe's arms, her chin resting on his right shoulder, pouting her lips and whispering something.
"Hmm?" Chen Jianghe touched her hair, which was slightly damp with sweat, with a doting look on his face: "It should be that the memory was automatically upgraded and expanded."
Jiang Yishu blinked and whispered in Chen Jianghe's ear, "A bit bad."
Chen Jianghe smiled and thought to himself that this was not just a little bit bad, it was extremely bad. Only a gentle and kind girl like you would be willing to tolerate it.
"How did you do in the final exam?" Chen Jianghe deliberately found a topic to divert her attention.
"Not ideal." Jiang Yishu shook her head.
Chen Jianghe turned his head to look at her peaceful profile, and asked with a smile: "The academic master's results are not ideal. Is the college scholarship already secured? Is the national scholarship perhaps a little short?"
Anyone who has studied for a few years basically has a similar experience. Every time they leave the examination room after an exam, the top students always shake their heads and sigh, saying that they didn't perform well this time and failed the exam. The poor students will be secretly delighted when they hear this: Damn, it turns out I'm not the only one who thinks the exam questions are ridiculously difficult. The whole family of the teacher who set the exam questions are screwed. What's the point of having nothing better to do than to make such difficult questions? Test, test, test you.
Then, the test papers were handed out. The top students were just a little bit away from getting full marks, while the poor students were still a long way from passing.
"Have you ever thought about taking the postgraduate entrance examination?" Chen Jianghe asked again.
Jiang Yishu thought about it and said, "She will probably be admitted to graduate school."
For famous universities like CUHK, the admission rate to graduate school is very high. Basically, as long as you have the ambition and work a little harder, you can be admitted to graduate school.
In comparison, the admission rate of Guangdong University of Finance is pitifully low, and those who really have the ability to be admitted to graduate school basically do not consider being admitted to graduate school at this school because the value is too low.
Thinking of this, Chen Jianghe couldn't help but sigh: "You are so outstanding, what should I do if I suddenly find that I am not worthy of you?"
Jiang Yishu couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and she smiled sweetly with a rare hint of playfulness: "Brother, you just realized it now, isn't it a little late?"
"It seems so."
Chen Jianghe said with a look of hindsight: "I only discovered this cruel fact after you took advantage of me. It hurts my heart."
"Do you want to spend your whole life healing the trauma in my heart?" Chen Jianghe asked, covering his heart.
"Yes." Jiang Yishu nodded and agreed to him without hesitation.
Chen Jianghe pinched her soft cheeks: "Reject me first."
"Oh." Jiang Yishu smiled and shook her head, then said seriously: "Wait until I switch to the medical major and pass the medical qualification exam before I come to heal you."
"No, studying medicine is hard." Chen Jianghe quickly dispelled Yishu's idea, reached down with both hands to hold her soft little feet, and changed the subject again: "I'm not sleepy at all, can I stay awake tonight?"
"Okay." Jiang Yishu agreed softly, and drew a circle on his heart with her slender fingers.
The next morning, Chen Jianghe, who had not slept all night, got up energetically, washed, went downstairs, ran around the community a few times, and then bought breakfast for his aunt and Yishu.
The morning tea in eastern Guangdong is famous throughout the country, but the breakfast is very ordinary. Even the old-fashioned buns, the taste of food such as barbecued pork buns, custard buns, and glutinous rice chicken can only be said to be so-so. Fortunately, my aunt and Yishu are not picky eaters, they eat as much as they buy, and there is no waste.
"Aunt, didn't you sleep well last night? You keep yawning right after eating?" Chen Jianghe looked at Zheng Jiaxin who was yawning and asked guiltily.
Zheng Jiaxin looked at Chen Jianghe aggrievedly. She was too embarrassed that she woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and never fell asleep again.
"I have one last professional exam today, so I'll go to school first."
Jiang Yishu finished drinking the soy milk, picked up her backpack and waved goodbye to her aunt and Chen Jianghe.
"I'll take you there." Chen Jianghe stood up to see her off.
But Zheng Jiaxin raised her hand and held him down: "Sit down first, I have something to discuss with you."
"What's the matter?" Chen Jianghe was a little puzzled.
Zheng Jiaxin stretched her body and waited for Yishu to leave before she leaned close to Chen Jianghe's ear and whispered, "If I remember correctly, your teacher Xu is from Jiangxi?"
"Yes, that's right." Chen Jianghe nodded.
"The snowstorm in the south is so severe this year that she probably won't be able to return to her hometown. As her boyfriend, do you want to take her home for the New Year?" asked Tavia Cheng.
Chen Jianghe smiled and said, "She wanted to take me home for the New Year, but man proposes, God disposes."
"You can still laugh? I was worried about you in advance." Zheng Jiaxin glared at him and said, "You brought Teacher Xu home for the New Year. Can you hide this from Yishu?"
"And your little secretary, is she going back with you too?"
Zheng Jiaxin asked him a soul-searching question and poured cold water on him at the same time: "Every girl is so nice. When they meet, it will explode with a bang. Let's see if you can still celebrate the New Year."
Zheng Jiaxin's worries are not without reason. Although she and Yishu live under the same roof and have a good relationship, she also often chats with Xu Zhixi and Lin Siqi on QQ, and occasionally makes plans to go shopping with them.
Many times, Zheng Jiaxin would secretly complain that Chen Jianghe was too greedy, while at the same time she would sigh that he was so lucky that there were good girls among thousands, while other people could not get even one of them even if they pestered him, but he found three.
From a woman's perspective, Zheng Jiaxin hates philandering men, but considering family affection, Zheng Jiaxin particularly hopes that Chen Jianghe and these three outstanding girls will have a good ending.
"Aunt, you've been worrying in advance. Have you already thought of a win-win solution for me that can both bring the person home happily for the New Year and perfectly avoid meeting him?" Chen Jianghe asked with a smile.
"You wish." Zheng Jiaxin rolled her eyes and snorted, "You can hide it for a while, but not forever. The three girls will meet sooner or later."
"I know. It's a matter of time." Chen Jianghe nodded and said seriously, "What I have to do now is to prevent them from meeting each other too soon. The several profitable projects I have are not yet soaring. For me, the premise of dealing with emotional disputes is financial freedom."
Zheng Jiaxin touched her chin and thought for a while, then asked, "How much money do you think your ideal financial freedom is worth?"
"It will cost at least several hundred billion." Chen Jianghe replied.
The financial freedom of ordinary people generally means that they no longer need to work hard to make money, and can live the rest of their lives easily and happily through financial management or deposit interest. In this case, tens of millions are normally enough.
Chen Jianghe's personal wealth has long exceeded 100 million yuan. The financial freedom he pursues requires at least two or even three more zeros to ensure that the rest of his life is exciting enough.
Money is not everything, but without money, nothing is possible.
"Hundreds of billions..."
Zheng Jiaxin was shocked. She looked at Chen Jianghe's calm face and felt that he was just talking about a few hundred yuan. Although she knew that he was good at making money and should be very rich now, she couldn't help but ask, "When you make so much money, you must be at least 40 or 50 years old, not 70 or 80 years old, right?"
Chen Jianghe smiled, leaned close to his aunt's ear and whispered, "I want to tell you a secret, but I will only tell you if you promise to keep it a secret for me first ."
"Yeah." Zheng Jiaxin nodded: "Go ahead."
"I have two projects in hand. If either of them is successfully listed, it will help me achieve this goal." Chen Jianghe whispered, "Even if these two projects are not finally launched, I still have other ways to make a lot of money."
"What method?" Zheng Jiaxin asked with interest.
Chen Jianghe's mind was full of the word "real estate speculation". When the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered his secretary and could not help but answer seriously with three words: "Eat, soft, rice."
