"I find it too difficult to get rich from this little beauty salon. Serving these ladies every day is like looking after grandchildren."
"Is there anything that can make people rich quickly without being looked down upon? Count me in."
Zhou Jinbei raised her hand, and both of them placed their hopes on Jiang Nanfang.
"Me too, me too, count me in."
Jiang Nanfang pondered for a few seconds while looking at her phone screen and jokingly replied to them.
"Yes, stock trading. Something slightly less risky but more stable than stock trading is investing in funds. The question is, do you two have money?"
Chen Jiaojiao used to often hear her father discuss stocks and funds, but she was too young then and didn't take these things seriously, so she was completely clueless about them.
Zhou Jinbei was the same as her. She knew that stock trading and investing in funds could make people rich, but it could also lead to ruin overnight, so she remained in a wait-and-see attitude.
"If you don't have a reliable manager leading you, don't play these games. You'll lose money. Let's talk about something realistic."
"Something realistic is to work hard, diligently, let your boss appreciate your work ability, give you a promotion and a raise, and reach the pinnacle of life."
Jiang Nanfang added a mischievous emoji after this text.
"Or you could cling to your second brother. Didn't you say that whatever he casually reveals from between his teeth is more than we can earn in a lifetime?"
Zhan Beijue hadn't asked Zhou Jinbei to take meeting minutes, so she sat in the back row, engrossed in her phone without any distractions.
She thought Zhan Beijue was facing forward and her phone was hidden by her laptop, so no one would notice.
However, Zhan Beijue happened to turn his head, and he saw through her slacking off from the cunning expression on her face.
Given the number of people present, he didn't confront her.
He endured it until the meeting ended, and she was still staring at her phone screen with a silly grin.
Zhan Beijue announced the end of the meeting, stood up first, walked to her, and with a "swish," snatched her phone away.
Her hand suddenly felt empty, and Zhou Jinbei was startled.
She looked up, and Zhan Beijue was already walking away.
The phone was filled with conversations about him, and she had made so many jokes about him in an uninhibited manner. If he saw it, it would be trouble!
Zhou Jinbei, scared, quickly chased after him.
"Second Brother..."
Zhan Beijue walked while flipping through her phone, scolding her in a deep voice.
"What are you shouting about during work hours?"
"Mr. Zhan! Sorry, Mr. Zhan! I shouldn't be playing on my phone during work hours. I know I was wrong! Give me a chance, please return my phone!"
Zhan Beijue ignored her and strode forward.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, returned to the office like this.
As the door closed, Zhou Jinbei jumped up to snatch her phone.
"Give it back to me, stop looking! While it's wrong for me to play on my phone during work hours, it's also wrong for you to peek at someone else's privacy!"
Zhan Beijue raised his arm high and flipped through the entire phone from beginning to end.
Finally, he turned around, his arm still raised, and looked at Zhou Jinbei with amusement in his eyes.
"Didn't you say Jiang Nanfang disdained discussing me behind my back? What is this?"
"This is an exception!"
Zhou Jinbei quickly defended Jiang Nanfang.
"Look at when I created this group. I just created it during the meeting! We only said these few things."
"She doesn't mean to take advantage of you, nor does she disdain using you as a meal ticket. Don't be afraid."
"Who's afraid?"
Zhan Beijue wished Jiang Nanfang would use him as a meal ticket and that she couldn't live without him.
He knew that because of the incident in Switzerland, Jiang Nanfang had spent a lot of money.
Now, there wasn't much savings left in her private account.
When they divorced, she refused to accept anything from him, and now, she would definitely not accept it if he offered it.
Therefore, seeing these messages in the group made Zhan Beijue quite happy.
She wanted to make money quickly? To get rich quickly and relax?
She wanted to trade stocks? To invest in funds?
Zhan Beijue walked behind the desk and dropped Zhou Jinbei's phone onto the table.
Zhou Jinbei immediately pounced to grab it, but he raised his hand and pressed down.
"Sit down."
Zhou Jinbei was frightened by his endless actions and mumbled softly.
"I really didn't say anything bad about you. You've already seen these few sentences. What do you want?"
"I said, sit down."
She could only sit down in front of him, looking at him nervously.
Slacking off openly at work and making fun of him behind his back, it was over now...
Unexpectedly, Zhan Beijue looked at her and said softly.
"It's your turn to speak. How do you plan to reply?"
"..."
It couldn't be, could it?
She was just chatting privately with her girlfriends, and he not only wanted to see the content but also dictate what she should say next?
This was worse than torture.
"I don't plan to reply. I'm going to work properly..."
Zhan Beijue looked at her seriously: "No, you must reply."
"?"
"Say that your company colleague recommended a reliable fund manager to you, and you want to recommend him to Jiang Nanfang."
"Ah? But I don't have such connections..."
"Just say it if I tell you to."
Zhou Jinbei's mind raced. Looking at him, she seemed to understand something.
"Second Brother, could it be?"
Zhan Beijue didn't speak and pushed the phone back to her.
She suddenly felt that the cute second brother from before had returned!
Although he looked proud and didn't want to say anything, Zhou Jinbei could tell from this incident that he still cared about Jiang Nanfang!
He wanted to help her!
She sent a message to the group as Zhan Beijue instructed, and Jiang Nanfang replied.
"You just said you had no resources, and now you have some? Where did you hear that?"
Zhou Jinbei mentioned a well-known person in the company whom Jiang Nanfang also knew.
"He just came out of a meeting with my second brother. I overheard him. If you don't trust me, don't you trust him?"
"Get real. If people knew that Zhan Beijue's ex-wife was investing such a small amount in funds, they would laugh their heads off!"
"We won't go through him. I've already gotten the fund manager's contact information. We'll contact him directly, and he won't know your relationship with my second brother."
Jiang Nanfang still didn't take it too seriously. After all, stocks and funds were just casual remarks. One should still be down-to-earth and diligent in their work.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and get back to work. We'll talk about this later."
"Although you have a connection with Zhan Beijue, you still need to show some practical effort in your work. Otherwise, if others see you slacking off, they'll gossip about you."
Zhou Jinbei said okay, ended the conversation, and handed the phone back to Zhan Beijue.
"Does this sound okay?"
Zhan Beijue looked at it and returned the phone to her.
"Apply for another WeChat account for me..."
"What for?"
"No, you can't use a new number."
He took out another rarely used phone from his drawer, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to Zhou Jinbei.
"Add him, and push this contact card to Jiang Nanfang."
"Second Brother, your..."
"Don't ask what you shouldn't, don't say what you shouldn't."
Zhan Beijue opened his computer and started working.
"You only have this much value to me now. Don't lose your only advantage."