Back to the tower house—

When Han Jiaren saw that Song Zhichao was still sitting next to the hot pot, she felt much more at ease for some reason. She was afraid that she would come up, but she disappeared from Song Zhichao.

"Did you send her into the car?" Song Zhichao sat in front of the hot pot and asked with concern.

"Uh, I got in the car - this girl drank too much, and I don't know if she would vomit in someone's car." Han Jiaren found that she was lying but didn't blush. Could she really be a talent for being an actor?

"Sit down, I can't finish so many dishes." Song Zhichao took the napkin and wiped his mouth.

Han Jiaren sat down, first picked up her chopsticks and ate a few bites. Sweat beads gradually emerged from her delicate face, making her bright facial features even more delicate. In addition, a little bit of charming mole on her nose was bright and unparalleled.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, put down her chopsticks, and looked at the bottle of foreign wine involuntarily. So Han Jiaren reached out to pour a glass, but was stopped by Song Zhichao and said, "This wine is so strong that it is good to add ice. If you don't want to be drunk like your friend, you should drink less."

Han Jiaren: "Uh..."

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Han Jiaren hurriedly picked up the remote control and turned on her small TV, but it was a stock market channel.

Song Zhichao took a look and said, "Are you trading stocks?"

"Ah, what?" Han Jiaren was stunned and wanted to adjust the station.

Song Zhichao: "Don't, just this Taiwan, South Korea's economy has been very bad recently, but the stock market has great potential."

Han Jiaren: "Uh..."

I felt that I couldn't understand Song Zhichao's words, and I felt that I was talking to aliens.

"If you trade stocks, you can buy Samsung's stocks, and Samsung's stocks will rise sharply recently."

"What did you say? I won't trade stocks! If I had money, I would have paid you back, so why would I trade stocks?" Han Jiaren said carefully.

"I'm serious, stock trading is faster than doing odd jobs. Of course, there must be insider information!" After Song Zhichao said that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank the wine in the glass, "Okay, I'm ready to eat, I'm leaving!"

"You're leaving so soon?" Han Jiaren blurted out and immediately blushed, "I mean, there are so many dishes that I can't finish one..."

Song Zhichao smiled and put on his coat, "It's so cold that these dishes can't be broken. I still have something to do tomorrow, so I can only take one step earlier."

"Uh, that's the case, then I'll give it to you."

"No need, it's upstairs and downstairs." Song Zhichao said, and had already gone downstairs.

Han Jiaren watched him go downstairs, and suddenly, Song Zhichao turned around and said to her: "Your friend has a good alcohol tolerance. If she really likes to drink foreign wine, I will give her a few bottles another day."

Han Jiaren: “…”

I blushed and blushed.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly and turned to go downstairs.

...

"This damn girl Park In-mi thought she had a good acting skills, but she didn't know that she had been seen through it. It was so embarrassing!" Han Jiaren returned to the house and stamped her feet in shame and anger.

Looking at the foreign wine that he had finished drinking, Han Jiaren sat down and gulped her in anger.

"Oh, it's so bad!" she frowned. "What does it mean to be drunk and have an opportunity to take advantage of - I won't lose the price so much! Also, what stocks to trade? It's more to make money by saying that stocks are trading than odd jobs, what are you kidding!"

Sudden--

Han Jiaren seemed to remember something. She stood up and looked for something. She finally found the Kun bag she was carrying today.

I opened the Kun bag and took out a large envelope from it, but it contained a stack of Korean won.

Count it, there are three million won.

This is the three-year advertising contract fee signed by Han Jiaren and the advertising department of SBS TV.

"Why didn't that guy know that I collected the money today, so he said it on purpose..." Han Jiaren said with a slight look.

"No, he is not present, how could he know if I have collected the money..." Han Jiaren was holding the money, her mind full of confusion.

"So what should I do now? Return it to him? Or..." A thought suddenly flashed through Han Jiaren's mind, "Stock trading!"

"Yes, it's just stock trading! This guy seems to have a good relationship with Samsung Princess Li Fuzhen, so he must know the inside story of Samsung Group. Samsung's stock price may really rise." Thinking of this, Han Jiaren, who has never traded stocks, couldn't help but feel excited.

Usually she always hears people say how to make money by trading stocks and how to make money quickly, but she just hates it because she thinks that trading stocks is similar to gambling. And her father is harmed by gambling.

"Do you want to have a gamble?" Han Jiaren asked herself.

At this time, two villains appeared on her shoulders.

The villain on the left said, "You gamble, you won't win if you don't gamble! Besides, the person with Song's surname is so good with Samsung, he won't lie to you!"

The villain on the right said, "Don't bet, stock trading is harmful. If you lose, you will be blind all three million."

Han Jiaren shook her head violently, "Yes, if you lose, it will be completely ruined. This is my three years of hard work in signing a contract!" She stroked the big envelope.

At this time, the villain on the left spoke again: "You can't trust the person surnamed Song? Haven't you seen it yet? He is clearly helping you! If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to turn over again! Bet, silly kid, the opportunity is rare! The most important thing is to believe in the man you choose!"

Han Jiaren's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Yes, since I have chosen him, why don't you trust him? He won't lie to me, he will definitely not!"

...

The next morning—

When Song Zhichao left the door, he found a letter stuck in the door. When he opened it, he saw that it was written by Han Jiaren to her.

In the letter, Han Jiaren said that she signed a contract with SBS TV yesterday, and the TV station gave her a signing fee of 3 million won.

He also said that she originally planned to take the money back to Song Zhichao, but Song Zhichao left too fast last night and she forgot about it.

He also said, but it doesn't matter. She was going to follow the advice given by Song Zhichao last night and take out the money to buy Samsung Group's stocks. If she made money by trading stocks, she would return the profit to Song Zhichao.

Seeing this, Song Zhichao smiled and understood what Han Jiaren was thinking about writing such a letter.

Sure enough, the letter reads later, but stock trading is risky and investment needs to be cautious. Since she believes in him, she will definitely do it. If she loses this time, she will not resent Song Zhichao, just think that her luck is too bad.

Seeing this, Song Zhichao smiled again, and the fox's tail was exposed.

But thinking about it is true that Han Jiaren has lived in an environment with great pressure on money since she was a child. Her father loves gambling and even lost her tuition. She is debt-to-do odd jobs and will inevitably take money seriously. Now she wants to make money by trading stocks, but she is afraid of losing money, so she wrote such a letter so that Song Zhichao can "know" - if she really loses, she will be harmed by Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao shook his head, folded the letter, stuffed it into his arms and put it away, and then left the Korean courtyard.

Not far outside—

The driver Quan Wulie was waiting for him to come out. When he saw Song Zhichao coming, he hurriedly bowed, then quickly opened the door and asked Song Zhichao to get in the car.

"Where to go, President Song?" Quan Wulie asked.

Song Zhichao: "Go to Samsung Group."

Quan Wulie was stunned, but said nothing, and started to start the car and headed towards the Samsung Group.

On the way—

Song Zhichao suddenly asked Quan Wulie: "Are you trading stocks?"

Quan Wulie: "If you don't make a fuss, you won't understand."

Song Zhichao: "If you can buy some, just buy three-star ones."

After saying that, Song Zhichao closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Quan Wulie: "..."

Suddenly, my heart felt warm and I seemed to understand something.

Although he is now Song Zhichao's personal driver, with an annual salary of tens of millions of won, who in this world would think that he has too much money?!

In addition, since Mr. Song told him, it means that he did not regard himself as an outsider, and this is the most important thing!
Chapter completed!