NCCnovel Chapter 50. Puppies are all timid; they're easily frightened.
Chapter 50. Puppies are all timid; they're easily frightened.
Eight o'clock, at the breakfast shop downstairs.
Just as Ruan Zhijuan had dreamt of, she ordered six beef pies, two bowls of wontons, a bowl of fresh shrimp congee, a fried egg sandwich, two sugar buns, and two tea eggs...
"Zhou Gangxun, I heard you talking to your coworker this morning. You were kicked out of the construction site. I didn't eavesdrop. You were talking so loudly that you woke me up. You can't do that next time, understand?"
It's not actually that big, it's just that he has good hearing.
Ruan Zhijuan scolded, biting into the filling of a freshly baked pie in her hand, hissing and blowing on it with her tongue, her fingers burning pink from the heat, switching them back and forth in twos and threes, "You need to hurry up and find a job. You're already poor, and now even construction sites don't want you. You'll have to beg on the streets in the future. Zhou Gangxun, you're really useless..."
The noise couldn't be stopped, even eating wouldn't calm it down... Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan's moving lips, pouring vinegar into the wontons, "Go be a foreman in a couple of days."
His wife likes construction contractors, doesn't she?
So he'll do this from now on, let's see how he manages to cheat on others.
Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, then used chopsticks to separate the two freshly served sugar buns on the table, leaving them to cool. He teased her, "Don't you still have the 20,000 yuan reward you received for reporting this last night? That's enough to eat for a long time. You can go a year or two without working."
Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened visibly, his face showing an expression that said, "Wow, Zhou Gangxun, how could you be so wicked and shameless?" But he pretended not to hear and dared not speak. His money was in Zhou Gangxun's hands, and he was afraid that if he spoke, that bad guy Zhou Gangxun would swallow his 20,000 yuan.
He scooped up the wontons with a spoon, muttering veiled criticisms, "I... let me see this wonton... how come it's bad? The inside's rotten, black! Humph..."
idiot.
"Ta-da!"
The music playing on the breakfast shop's television suddenly changed, followed by a news report: "Morning News: Siyang Bio has confirmed a cooperation agreement with Yongchang Pharmaceutical today..."
"Zhou Gangxun, I can't eat this pie anymore, I want to eat a sugar bun..." Ruan Zhijuan blinked at Zhou Gangxun, raised her hand, and like feeding a dog, put the pie near Zhou Gangxun's mouth.
Zhou Gangxun was intently watching the news on TV, calculating things in his mind, when his body subconsciously grabbed the beef pie that Ruan Zhijuan offered him—a pie crust without any filling—and chewed it, "..."
This beef pie smells like his wife's saliva, it's so disgusting.
Ruan Zhijuan ate her sugar bun while staring at Zhou Gangxun. "Hmph, see? He's just like a stray dog, all dirty and filthy. He'll eat whatever you feed him. When he goes begging for food in the future, he'll be just like that too. He'll pick up whatever people throw to him and eat it. If there's nothing, he'll just go hungry."
Thinking about it, he fed Zhou Gangxun another piece of white sugar cake.
Zhou Gangxun still ate it.
Ruan Zhijuan shook her head and snorted, "Dirty, stinky dog. Its lips almost touched his fingers. It must have been trying to lick him secretly. Luckily, he dodged in time."
He thought with disdain, looking in the direction of Zhou Gangxun's gaze.
What are you looking at so intently? You're so stupid for not eating properly. If you go begging for food in the future, you'll have to compete with so many people. How can you eat your fill if you eat so slowly? You'll go hungry.
Ruan Zhijuan snorted and, in a moment of great compassion, tossed a whole shrimp from the porridge into Zhou Gangxun's bowl as a reward.
The female TV presenter continued the report, "Information sources predict that Siyang Bio's stock price will experience significant fluctuations today..."
The contractor's plan is to be suspended for now.
Zhou Gangxun glanced at the time, took out his phone, and made a call.
The automated female voice on the other end of the phone said, "Welcome to Fucheng Securities' telephone order system. Please enter your account number..."
He entered the information one key at a time.
The voice system prompts: "Siyang Bio, the latest price is 11.58 yuan. What price do you want to sell at? Please enter the quantity to sell in shares... Press the # key to end."
"Siyang Biotechnology, 17.43#, 300#".
Zhou Gangxun initially had limited disposable funds. After deducting daily expenses, he had only 1,000 yuan in principal, so he could only start by buying low-priced stocks. The first stock he bought was 7.49 yuan, which continued to rise, and he sold it on the morning of the third day at 10.52 yuan.
The second stock was Wondfo Technology. I bought all my shares when it fell to 6.7. It continued to fall to 4 yuan that day, and then returned to 8 yuan at the close. After several more ups and downs, I sold it at 12.87 a few days later.
He deliberately chose unstable stocks; they would plummet when they fell and surge when they rose, fluctuating multiple times a day. If the timing was right, the returns would increase or double; if the timing was wrong, all the money would be lost.
The stock market is risky, and investment requires caution; otherwise, why would so many people lose everything?
So in addition to that, he also needs a stable daily wage. The only job that fits his criteria is a steelworker on a construction site, which is a relatively high-paying job in Fucheng and has flexible hours. Combined with a mover job, he can earn the equivalent of two people's income by working alone.
Two days ago, Zhou Gangxun bought a new stock, Siyang Bio, at 8.63.
He originally planned to hold this stock long-term, but he just saw the news about the cooperation, which is good news. Many people will buy it today. He predicts that the stock will rise to 18 yuan today and then gradually fall back to a stable value. However, he doesn't have time to keep an eye on it today and needs the brokerage to sell it for him at the price he wants.
"The request has been submitted. Please record it."
If Siyang Bio is successfully sold, after deducting commission and stamp duty, the total amount in the account should be around 5,300 yuan, with a profit of 4,000 yuan.
The money should arrive around 9 AM tomorrow.
Unfortunately, the kind of short-term explosive growth that Siyang Bio achieves only exists in newly listed stocks and is a low-probability event.
After Zhou Gangxun finished dealing with the shrimp, he noticed the extra shrimp in the bowl. His wicked wife was really good at ordering people around; she had a few long, slender, white fingers of her own that she didn't use, so she made him serve her and peel them for her.
Zhou Gangxun quickly peeled the shrimp clean using the paper bag and put the shrimp meat into Ruan Zhijuan's bowl.
Ha, eat up, you stupid wife.
After breakfast, Zhou Gangxun, under duress (crossed out duress) from Ruan Zhijuan, took him to the bank to open an account.
Then, under Ruan Zhijuan's unwavering watchful eye, she transferred 20,000 yuan to his card. After confirming with the bank staff, she went to the place arranged by the real estate agent to view the house.
Zhou Gangxun had considered withholding the 20,000 yuan to scare Ruan Zhijuan, but he was afraid that his wife was too stupid to be easily frightened and might even develop a mental illness.
Puppies are timid and easily frightened.
"Zhou Gangxun, there's a university here, and lots of university students..."
Ruan Zhijuan wore a light blue denim fisherman's hat, ate a can of pineapple that Zhou Gangxun had bought, and wore dog-shaped slippers that made barking. He looked curiously at the young men and women on the street who seemed glamorous to him.
What's university like? Do many people sit on small stools to study?
Zhou Gangxun attended university, the best university in Gangcheng. I heard from the system that he later went abroad to study. I wonder if he was like these people when he was in university.
However, Zhou Gangxun's legs are so long, he probably can't sit on a small stool, otherwise his legs would look like chicken wings when folded up.
The students walking around were also looking at him and Zhou Gangxun, but they were all looking secretly, assuming that they were students majoring in acting, dance, or art at the school.
Zhou Gang followed Ruan Zhijuan's gaze and said, "Don't look around while you're eating, you look like a rat."
"Huh? Will I look like a mouse...?" Ruan Zhijuan quickly looked away, staring at her can of pineapple, muttering to herself, "Hmph, how could I possibly look like a mouse..."
"Like a dirty rat that just crawled out of the sewer, not knowing where to beg for food, so it looks around furtively with shifty eyes, its face full of wicked thoughts, ready to run into someone else's rice bin." Zhou Gangxun said, grabbing Ruan Zhijuan in the arm as she almost fell over, not caring about her backside. "Watch your step."
Ruan Zhijuan didn't fall, but her body moved uncoordinatedly, as if she had polio, holding a tin can upside down on her face with both hands. "Zhou Gangxun! Zhou Gang... glug... glug... help me..."
Zhou Gangxun: "..." Why don't you really go and take a look?
He raised his hand, grabbed the body of the jar, and pulled Ruan Zhijuan's hands away from his face and head (if he had one).
Ruan Zhijuan licked her lips. What a close call! She thought she was about to drown in the canned sugar water.
He wiped his face with the clothes Zhou Gangxun was wearing, cleared his throat, and said, "Zhou Gangxun, although the agent said he would take us to see the best houses, don't be nervous. Just follow me."
She looked every bit the wealthy city wife, taking her country husband, who was visiting the city for the first time, and admonishing him not to touch or grope him indiscriminately.
After all, he has 20,000 yuan now.
So Zhou Gangxun, the 1.9-meter-tall country husband, said to her in a clingy manner, "Okay, wife, you mustn't leave me behind. There are so many cars and people in the city, I'm scared. My dear wife, am I embarrassing you by dressing like this? (҂థεథ)..."
"Waaaaah, my wife, you're so sweet, you don't even mind this~"
Ruan Zhijuan imagined it, then covered her mouth with both hands and suddenly laughed, "Hehe, hehe," in a rather unpleasant voice.
He seemed to have completely forgotten that Zhou Gangxun used to live in luxury villas, not the kind in the Mid-Levels, but the Royal Residences with a prime location overlooking Victoria Harbour.
After all, he had never had so much money in his own hands in either of his two lives, so it was inevitable that he felt like a poor person suddenly becoming rich.
Looking at Ruan Zhijuan's "giggle" and "sinister" strange laughter, Zhou Gangxun thought: "..." Did the sugar water just enter his brain (๑ʘ ͟ʖʘ)? Or did she suddenly think of some new way to harm him?
"Brother, brother and sister-in-law, I'm here!"
Not far ahead, Xiao Ma, who was standing next to the unit door, waved to the two of them. Ruan Zhijuan glanced at the man behind Xiao Ma. Was that man her colleague? Why was he always looking down, with pale and gloomy skin?
He was very close to Xiao Ma, their chests touching and their necks touching.
Ah, is that Little Ma's husband?
"Little Horse's husband" seemed to sense his gaze, and his head slowly and stiffly lifted up with a "click-clack" sound...