Dressed as Qiao, a flower girl from the south of Bianjing City, I set a small goal for myself: save money, retire, and sleep peacefully. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and I picked up a "potential stock" on a rainy day. His surname is Shen, his given name is Huaibi, and his courtesy name is... Too poor to open the pot. He looks like a beautiful girl, but he is an aloof and pedantic bookworm. He is so hungry that his eyes are dizzy and he still pretends to be a scholar. I took out my abacus and did some calculations. One penny can buy a cooking cake, and ten taels of silver can allow him to prepare for the exam with peace of mind for a year. If he is in high school, it will be a hugely profitable investment in human resources! The risk is higher, the reward is higher. Bet! I took out all my savings and slapped it in front of him: "Mr. Shen, I'll support you... Oh no, I'll support you in taking the imperial examination, including all your food and lodging, and I'll provide you with the writing and writing. There's only one condition - when you become an official, I want 30% of your salary for ten years." He blushed, jumping back and forth between dignity and reality, and finally nodded in humiliation. From then on, I sold flowers during the day and worked as a supervisor at night, urging him to endorse, just like a sinister boss who squeezed his employees. People around me laughed at me for being stupid. I used my hard-earned money to support a pretty boy, and sooner or later I would lose both my life and my wealth. I held the deed and smiled without saying a word: What do you know? This is called angel investment! Three years later, the new No. 1 Scholar was paraded through the streets with unrivaled glory. When he, dressed in scarlet robes and riding a tall horse, stopped in front of my shabby flower stall, everyone was waiting to see the drama of my abandonment. His colleagues advised him: "Master Shen, how can such a market girl be worthy of your status? Just give her a hundred taels of silver." But he turned away everyone and walked up to me, with red eyes and a hoarse voice:
