The second time I got up to go to the bathroom, his eyes kept following me. I knew he was starting to be interested in me.
I met Walter at a banquet and I knew he was the man I should get to know. At the age of 35, he has a meticulous expression and a figure that he has taken care of maintaining at a glance. There was a kind of light behind Walter's glasses that made it impossible for me to ignore him in the corner of the hall.
2 Days later, we had a dinner date. Walter didn't say a few words during the dinner, maybe because I was dressed too casually today. A pair of jeans, a yellow down jacket, and unkempt hair that had to be pinned with hairpins. Walter thought I was cheating and swapping places with the sexy baby twins who were wearing scantily clad clothes at the banquet tonight.
I smiled, showing my teeth.
Only when I stood up and walked past Walter, from behind, my little butt looked more like the one at the banquet. Is it because of this that you keep staring at me?
Walter still didn't say anything, so I asked him questions.
"What's your Chinese name?"
"No Chinese name."
"Do you like Beijing?"
"Like"
"What do you like about Beijing?"
"... I like everything."
I kept saying "fart" in my mind. But I still smiled, showing my teeth.
"Can I go to your house? I'm full."
Walter raised his head suddenly and looked at me. I smiled innocently again and put the corners of my mouth on my ears. Walter didn't answer and asked the waiter to pay the bill. The music in the restaurant suddenly became a little harsh. I thought it was urging me to leave.
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I hope that this love story, which is close to the real financial capital market, can give you a window to see how the different groups of financial heroes around you survive. I also hope to uncover the mystery of the financial heroes and let more people know the stories that are happening around these men and women.
It is absolutely artistic fiction, not derived from life.
If more people can start to learn to understand their sorrow, coercion and helplessness, then they will feel a little more relaxed. There is no need to pay for any monetary reward. Men are actually very hard and helpless in this circle; and women, if they want to survive in this circle, they must do what they think is despicable. However, on the contrary, women are just despicable victims in this circle where capital is king.