Rebirth: I Don't Pretend to Be a Rich Second Generation, They Insist on Saying That I Am

During the day, I am the most ordinary freshman at Binjiang University. Wearing a 20 yuan street stall T-shirt to go to the cafeteria to get food. At night, my quantitative model is quietly running in the high-performance computing center. The number of changes in the account balance every day is more than our dean's lifetime salary. Military training instructor Qin Ling secretly gave me his business card: "If you have any questions in the future, please contact me." (He later became vice president of a top security company.) Professor Shen Liqun of the Department of Computer Science stared at my model for ten minutes: "You shouldn't just run this thing on the school server." (His old friend manages three billion.) The eldest lady of the Huang family invited me to drink coffee and handed me a plain black card. (Her family's 3.7 Billion project was almost overturned because of my words.) The Maybach S480 was parked in the parking lot of an old community outside the school and gathering dust. I ride a shared bicycle to class every day and no one knows. Only my roommate Gu Mingyuan, the son of the chairman of Tianhua Group—— Every night after lights out, his eyes would stay on my side for a long time. He was waiting for me to show my weakness. But this time, I had no flaws.