"I stopped loving you a year ago."
Chen Kemeng didn't cry when his first love of seven years said this in the car.
She just deleted WeChat and opened her stock account.
Balance: 58,621.37 Yuan.
During the day, she is a math teacher in a small town primary school whose sleeves are stained with chalk dust.
Late at night, she is a mysterious trader codenamed "Nightingale" in the investment circle.
It took her eleven months to go from fifty-eight thousand to one million. There is no golden finger, only late-night financial reports, the pain of stopping losses, and the one who is ridiculed by everyone for having "too soft a personality".
At a charity auction, she snatched an 860,000 yuan antique necklace from her ex and left the venue.
In the audience, Zhan Yang, the billionaire heir, became interested in a woman for the first time.
He exchanged a six-hour drive for a bowl of Malatang, used 2 billion equity as a betrothal gift, and told her with a ring engraved with "For my only risk"——
"You are the only risk I am willing to give up risk control on."
And she smiled and said: "My first risk control principle is never to hold junk stocks."
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