Chapter 0211: Financial Genius

Many people often say that going to college is useless because you can't learn anything in school.

In their words, after paying four years of tuition, getting a diploma, and leaving the ivory tower to find a job, everything has to start over.

For example, someone who studied business management for four years ends up in sales, and someone who did pet experiments for four years becomes a kindergarten teacher after graduation. In their view, the previous twenty-plus years were all a waste of money and life.

Many people like to mock themselves: 'I've returned all my knowledge to the teacher, can I get my tuition back?'

But don't forget, it was you yourself who wasted those four years, or even more time.

Under the times, everyone is just a grain of sand in the surging current; those a bit larger are stones. But no matter what, it is oneself who makes choices at the crossroads of life and walks the path all the way.

Rising and falling, ups and downs.

When failing, first consider whether you have really done your best; when succeeding, ponder what shortcomings still remain.

That is the correct attitude towards life.

Humans like to make excuses when they fail, just as in dangerous environments they develop dependence and fondness for those who can give them a sense of security.

For Zhao Fusheng, it was like a computer restarting but still retaining previous data; he could bypass that confused period without worrying about losing his direction. This was especially important.

'In the blink of an eye, more than half of October has passed.'

In the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan, holding a water cup and enjoying his lunch break, sighed. He glanced at Zhao Fusheng, who was still studying 'Public Relations,' and frowned: 'Don't push yourself too hard. Living such a boring life at such a young age—what if you can't find a girlfriend in the future?'

'I have a girlfriend.'

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to respond, saying indifferently.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng unmoved, Tan Kaixuan shook his head helplessly and could only sigh. In his eyes, Zhao Fusheng seemed like he was preparing for graduate school; whenever he saw him in the dorm these days, he was either busy with advertising plans or holding a book on business management. Whether it was himself or Wen Yu, no one could persuade him.

'Fine, I can't be bothered with you. I'll just read my book.'

Tan Kaixuan waved his hand and picked up a finance book in front of him, reading on his own.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: 'You're only talking about me, but you're the same.'

As he spoke, both of them laughed.

Since that day after drinking, he had also undergone significant changes. When idle, he always read some finance books. Zhao Fusheng knew that this guy was particularly interested in stocks and such.

'Old Zhao, tell me, if we could integrate all these promotional platforms like the internet, TV, and magazines, what would it be like?'

Tan Kaixuan suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled: 'Make it simpler.'

'Look, for example, if I have a stock and want to manipulate it, but I don't have enough capital, what do I do?' Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Hearing this question, Zhao Fusheng frowned: 'You mean...'

'Exactly!' Tan Kaixuan immediately knew that Zhao Fusheng understood his meaning. 'I can use these promotional platforms to hype up the stock's performance. Then I'll find some so-called experts to blow wind on TV and magazines, and post threads online. Believe me, some people will follow the trend.' Tan Kaixuan said seriously.

Zhao Fusheng remained silent. Though unwilling to admit it, he had to say that Tan Kaixuan was truly born for finance. The methods he described were exactly what many market manipulators commonly used later.

In fact, it could be said that even after twenty years, the domestic stock market still used the same tricks Tan Kaixuan mentioned to harvest the wealth of retail investors.

Often, the hard-earned savings of many people over a decade or more were all lost due to so-called nationwide stock craze and claims of a booming national economy, leaving them with nothing and bankrupt.

'So, what do you think? Is it feasible?' Tan Kaixuan looked at Zhao Fusheng eagerly, his face full of excitement.

Zhao Fusheng sighed and slowly said: 'It's feasible, but have you considered how many retail investors you would deceive if you did this?'

Tan Kaixuan fell silent. At this point, he was not yet the cold-blooded businessman who, after a decade of battling in the stock market, had a heart as hard as stone. He was just a young man with dreams, eager to succeed and prove himself strong enough.

As Zhao Fusheng said, if it meant achieving his empire at the cost of countless people going bankrupt, the current Tan Kaixuan wasn't that ruthless yet.

'Then what should I do?' Tan Kaixuan smiled bitterly, because he felt that the stock market was the most suitable industry for him.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and shook his head: 'I don't know either. This is something only you can decide.'

He wasn't a god. Everyone around him had their own path to walk and their own life to live. Zhao Fusheng couldn't carry everyone's life on his shoulders; that would be too tiring and too hard.

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, then nodded with a bitter smile, not continuing to dwell on the topic.

He had to admit that Zhao Fusheng was right. Everyone's life is their own; they need to make decisions and choices themselves.

As friends, they can only offer advice when the other needs it.

Seeing Tan Kaixuan staring blankly at the 'Finance' book, Zhao Fusheng said nothing and continued reading his own book.

After a long time, having finished his goal for the day, Zhao Fusheng looked up and found that Tan Kaixuan had already left at some point, leaving him alone in the dorm.

'Ungrateful guy.' Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng wanted to complain about the guy not calling him to eat, but then remembered that he had told them not to bother him during study time, even for meals.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng stood up, stretched his body, and after a series of crackling sounds, shook his head, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.

Heaven and earth are vast, but eating is the biggest thing. In Zhao Fusheng's mind, nothing is more important than eating. Without a good body, everything else is nonsense.

Going downstairs, Zhao Fusheng happened to run into Qin Wentao, who was just returning from outside. The guy looked exhausted, as if he had been drained. Seeing Zhao Fusheng, he nodded: 'Going out?'

Zhao Fusheng was startled: 'You...'

'Just got off work. Talk later.' Qin Wentao waved his hand and went straight upstairs.

Watching his back, Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly, as if thinking of something.