Chapter 38 The Thirty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The thirty-eighth day of not running away...

Chapter 38 The Thirty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The thirty-eighth day of not running away...

Wen Chan woke up refreshed after a nap.

While eating breakfast, she noticed that Zhao Dan and the others all had dark circles under their eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong with you all? Why didn't any of you sleep well last night?"

The fat man touched his nose and poked at the fried egg in front of him with his chopsticks. "Wasn't everyone a little too excited yesterday?"

Jiang Zihan quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, we never expected that stock to rise so fast yesterday!"

"It might even rise to over 600 today!" Zhao Dan said hopefully.

Wen Chan smiled, urged them to eat quickly, and then said, "The price might not go up today."

Zhao Dan was taken aback, then exclaimed, "So, the price will drop today?"

Wen Chan nodded. "I estimate that it will continue to rise this morning, but it should fall back in the afternoon."

Zhao Dan trusted Wen Chan, but Wen Chan spoke with such certainty that she couldn't help but have some doubts.

The stock exchange is getting hotter and hotter today.

Wen Chan and her group arrived a bit late, and they heard many people shouting, "Electrical vacuum has increased again!"

"Wow, it's gone up to 530! Quick, buy me 100 shares!"

In the trading hall, people carrying money and order forms were everywhere, placing stock orders. Those in red vests were so busy they were practically running around.

"It's gone up again, that's great!" Zhao Dan grinned from ear to ear, her face beaming with joy.

Who wouldn't be happy to see their money steadily increasing?

Jiang Zihan was happy for them. She helped carry Wen Chan's handbag and even took a cup. At that moment, she felt a pang of regret.

Wen Chan did not forbid them from buying stocks.

However, Jiang Zihan left most of her savings to her family, leaving her with only two thousand yuan, which could only buy five or six shares at most.

Knowing that the price of vacuum gas had plummeted, Jiang Zihan, being cautious by nature, dared not buy it.

Who would have thought it would rise so quickly?

She thought to herself that if she had bought it earlier, she would have made at least six or seven hundred by now.

Don't underestimate these six or seven hundred; that's the combined salary of many people for one or two months.

"I want to buy one hundred shares!"

A familiar male voice caught Jiang Zihan's attention.

She looked back and saw that the person waving banknotes to buy shares in Vacuum Electric was none other than her dear uncle.

The conflict between Jiang Zihan's family and her uncle is quite significant.

Although Jiang Zihan's grandfather's generation indulged in drinking, gambling, and womanizing, they dared not damage their family heirloom, which was a precious vase.

It is said that this vase is a celadon porcelain from the Song Dynasty, which was quite valuable back then.

But when her grandfather passed away, her father was still young. At that time, the funeral was chaotic and noisy. Later, for some reason, they said that the vase was missing or lost.

Her father didn't think much of it at the time, after all, he was her older brother, and he believed whatever he was told.

By then, the country had been established, and the investigation into family background was very thorough. Even though her grandfather had squandered all the family's wealth, her family still had a good family background.

A few years later, when her father came of age, her uncle hurriedly arranged for him to get married and they separated from the family.

After the two families separated, her uncle's family suddenly became very successful. For some reason, they moved to a better place and lived in a Western-style house. They also transferred the whole family to good companies and got stable jobs in the government.

Now, even a fool could see that something was wrong.

Jiang Zihan's uncle only graduated from junior high school. Although he was glib and smooth-talking, he was actually not very capable. The same was true for his aunt.

The couple searched through all their relatives on both sides but couldn't find anyone capable of anything.

It happened out of nowhere, how did it suddenly start like this?

Jiang's father wanted to inquire, and while he was inquiring, he heard from an old neighbor that when her grandfather's funeral was being held, Jiang Zihan's uncle had taken a bundle containing something and went out late at night when there were few pedestrians on the road.

The old neighbor didn't think much of it at the time, assuming that the filial son couldn't stay up all night and went out to find some late-night snacks to tide him over.

When I heard later that the vase was missing, I had my suspicions, but I didn't dare to say anything.

After all, during weddings and funerals, people are often in disarray, and who can guarantee that it wasn't an outsider who stole it?

But now, it's basically confirmed.

If her uncle didn't steal the vase, how did he make his fortune?

Do you really think it's that easy for a windfall to fall from the sky?

When Jiang Zihan saw Jiang Changwen waving banknotes to buy stocks, she curled her lip and thought, "He's really extravagant. One hundred shares would be worth more than fifty thousand now."

This money can be taken out just like that.

That heartless, rotten uncle, I wonder how much that vase actually cost him back then.

"Hey, Jiang Zihan, what are you doing here?" Jiang Zihan had no intention of paying attention to her uncle's side of the people, but someone couldn't help but jump out and cause a ruckus.

Jiang Zihan turned around and saw that the person who came was none other than her good cousin Jiang Simin.

Jiang Simin was arm in arm with a stylish man in a shirt. She held her head high. She was of average appearance, but she had the advantage of money to dress up. She wore a white knitted long dress, a pair of boots, and carried a bag in her hand.

Compared to the average person, he's not bad, but compared to Jiang Zihan, he pales in comparison.

Jiang Simin looked Jiang Zihan up and down, and when she saw Jiang Zihan's decent attire, she gritted her teeth secretly, "Oh, you've been away from home for two years, and people say you're doing quite well. I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect you to actually make something of yourself. It's just that these clothes look a bit cheap, like something from a street stall."

Jiang Zihan ignored her, giving her a sidelong glance, "What's it to you?"

She walked towards Wen Chan.

Jiang Simin grabbed her, "Hey, don't go! We haven't seen each other for years, why are you running away? Are you here with some shady people and don't want us to see you?"

"Watch your mouth!" Jiang Zihan was trembling with anger.

The reason she and Jiang Simin were at odds since childhood, besides the fact that her uncle had wronged their family, was because of Jiang Simin's sharp tongue.

Jiang Simin, probably influenced by what she saw and heard, learned to bully girls who were prettier than her from a young age. At that time, it was the later period of the Cultural Revolution, and the social atmosphere was still very conservative. Everyone regarded simplicity as beauty and dared not be too flamboyant.

Jiang Simin, taking advantage of her age being older than Jiang Zihan, would deliberately call her a little vixen every time they met, saying things like she'd been seducing people since she was little and that she was obviously a spoiled capitalist lady.

Although Jiang Zihan is pretty, she is clumsy with words but honest and kind-hearted. She suffered a lot of grievances at first, but later she learned to be smart and stopped arguing with her. Instead, she resorted to physical fights.

As a result, the relationship between the two children deteriorated.

However, Jiang's father probably held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that after all, his brother was doing quite well, and with several children in the family, they might need his help in the future. So, he didn't want things to get too tense, and even visited his brother's house during holidays.

This infuriated Jiang Zihan and the other children.

"What's wrong with me? Why are you so agitated? Did I say something right?" Jiang Simin retorted, raising her chin triumphantly.

"Xiao Jiang, what's wrong?" Wen Chan and Zhao Dan went to the computer to check the stock price. After a while, they realized that Jiang Zihan hadn't followed, so they turned back to ask.

"Sister Wen." Jiang Zihan suppressed her anger, ignored Jiang Simin, and walked towards Wen Chan.

She thought that Jiang Simin should at least be sensible and know what was going on.

Unexpectedly, her behavior led Jiang Simin to believe that Jiang Zihan was still easy to bully.

Jiang Simin's eyes lit up, and she tugged at her male companion, "Come on, let's follow them."

The male companion's eyes fell on Wen Chan, and a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

When he first saw Jiang Zihan, he thought that Jiang Simin's cousin was quite pretty, but he didn't expect that there would be someone even more beautiful. Moreover, this woman was not only beautiful, but also had a very special temperament, aloof and cold, like a bright moon.

"What's wrong? Is someone harassing you?" Wen Chan asked with concern.

Jiang Zihan shook her head. "It's my cousin. She's just making trouble for no reason. Let's go, there's no need to waste time..."

"Jiang Zihan, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Jiang Simin walked over with her male companion. When her gaze fell on Wen Chan, she paused, her smile turning somewhat cold: "Oh dear, what a bunch of snakes and rats."

Wen Chan frowned unconsciously and looked at Jiang Simin with a puzzled expression.

"Miss, please speak more politely."

"Where have I been uncivilized? You country bumpkins, dressed like respectable people, sneaking into a place like this, I wonder what you're up to?" Jiang Simin sneered. "Oh, I see, the newspapers have been reporting lately that a lot of rich people are trading stocks and government bonds here at the stock exchange. You dressed like this, are you here specifically to pick up rich guys?"

"Simin!" Her male companion couldn't help but frown, feeling that Jiang Simin had gone too far with her words.

Jiang Simin, haughty and glaring at her male companion, said, "Why are you pulling me? I didn't say anything wrong. What decent person dresses so ostentatiously? It's not respectable at all. These days, many women from other places know that we have money in Shanghai, so they come here to do shady things."

"Smack—"

A crisp slap resounded.

Jiang Zihan opened her mouth wide, looking at Jiang Simin, whose face had been turned away after being slapped.

Jiang Simin was also stunned; she was completely bewildered by the slap.

Her father was cunning and wealthy, so from a young age, Jiang Simin was used to being arrogant and verbally humiliating girls she disliked.

Of course, she didn't think those girls were innocent. They were all effeminate and obviously not good girls. She was doing it for their own good, to let them know what they should and shouldn't do.

Little did she know that Wen Chan was a person who never swallowed her anger and would seek revenge on the spot.

"Are you awake now?" Wen Chan looked at her palm. "I don't usually hit people unless they're really asking for it."

"You...you dare hit me?" Jiang Simin's face turned red with anger, especially when she noticed that everyone around her was looking at her. She felt her whole face burning, and her anger rose from her heart, her eyes almost spitting fire.

"Why can't I hit you?" Wen Chan retorted. "Are you the daughter of the Shanghai mayor or the Party Secretary? Even if your background is that powerful, your foul mouth means I can still hit you."

ridiculous.

In her past life, she was able to establish herself on Wall Street and encountered countless idiots, men and women. Those who thought they could spout nonsense in front of her just because they had some status were not to be trifled with.