Chapter 82: Eighty-Second Chapter: The Grand Finale

After the meeting ended, Xu Heng injected five million into the company account and requested that Tang Zhi lead the team to produce the card templates for the first wave of Ultraman Duel by December.

Because after the templates are produced, they still need to be sent to the factory in Modu for printing, which will also consume a significant amount of time.

It would be best if the first wave of Ultraman Duel cards could be released before the New Year; if they cannot catch up to the New Year, the second wave of Ultraman Duel must be released by the end of February at the latest.

In the evening, he treated the thirty-one employees currently working at Xianwan to a welcome banquet at the Jinling Hotel.

Up to this point, matters regarding the company's opening had finally settled.

These new employees, who had joined the company for less than a day, held a skeptical attitude toward whether the company could stay open for long, but because the salary Xu Heng gave them was about ten percent higher than normal, they were more willing to help the company brainstorm for development.

Moreover, apart from a few veteran employees, everyone present was a young person under thirty, full of passion and vitality for work and the future; as fresh blood, they could provide enough power for this "tricycle" of Xianwan to move forward in its initial development stage.

The next day, Xu Heng first went to the company to inspect the work, and then took a taxi back to Jin Da.

Today is already the 15th, and setting aside the October 1st Golden Week, he had not come to class for a full week.

During this period, relying on Zhao Gaoyang and Cheng Huaiyu taking turns to help him answer roll calls, he barely managed to scrape by.

But this matter definitely could not be hidden from Fan Xi and the counselors.

The counselor had called him two days ago, and he had brushed it off with the excuse of being hospitalized for feeling unwell; the counselor said, "Then bring your medical records when you return so I can verify if what you said is true."

After learning from the counselor that Xu Heng was unwell, Fan Xi called every other day to express her concern.

This gave Xu Heng a bit of a headache; he wasn't sick at all, and he couldn't just forge a medical record for the counselor, could he?

After thinking about it, he decided to explain his company startup to the counselor; it seemed there were subsidies for college student entrepreneurs in 2007, and perhaps he could even receive support and preferential treatment from the school.

When Xu Heng returned to the dormitory, Zhao Gaoyang and Cheng Huaiyu were playing Diablo; today was Monday, and they had afternoon classes. Seeing Xu Heng enter, both of them instantly put down their mice.

"Damn! Old Xu? You actually know how to come back!"

"The counselor said you were hospitalized; Old Zhao and I both thought you were gone for good."

Xu Heng rolled his eyes: "Hospitalization has its degrees of severity; it's not like I was hospitalized for a car accident."

"Then what's wrong? Appendicitis?" Zhao Gaoyang walked over and asked.

"Get lost, hospitalization was an excuse to fool the counselor; don't tell me you couldn't tell."

Zhao Gaoyang covered his mouth and snickered, while Cheng Huaiyu scratched his head in embarrassment; he had truly believed Xu Heng was hospitalized and had even bought some pure milk and nutritional supplements, leaving them in the dorm to help Xu Heng recover when he returned.

"Then Old Xu, why were you out for so long? Even if you went to another city to play, it wouldn't take half a month, right?"

"Went to Beijing to handle some things, didn't calculate the time well in the middle." Xu Heng didn't intend to explain in detail to them.

Beside him, Zhao Gaoyang's eyes darted around upon hearing this; he knew Xu Heng played the stock market—not only had Cheng Huaiyu seen it, but he had also seen it last time.

Moreover, Xu Heng had suddenly become much wealthier this semester, so Zhao Gaoyang suspected that Xu Heng had made money in stocks, and that this October 1st trip was likely related to stock matters.

Then, over the past two days, he had seen the historic big news on the website about Huachuan breaking through 300 yuan.

The various hype in the news about this year's bull market made Zhao Gaoyang think: Damn, it turns out making money in the stock market is so easy!

He had worked for over a month, plus the tutoring he did for others during the summer vacation, and he had only saved a little under two thousand; as for Xu Heng, that computer—Cheng Huaiyu told him it cost at least seven thousand.

While feeling unbalanced in his heart, Zhao Gaoyang also thought about whether he could beg Xu Heng to take him under his wing.

Making money in the stock market, sitting in front of a machine every day watching the curves rise and fall, should be much easier than working himself to death counting inventory at a supermarket!

So he spoke his mind.

"Old Xu, you understand stocks; I see the stock market seems to be making a lot of money this year. Can you teach me how to play this thing too?"

Xu Heng was tidying up his things, and hearing him say this, he glanced at him quite unexpectedly.

"You want to play the stock market?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Zhao Gaoyang, stocks are not good things; there are no shortage of people in the stock market who go bankrupt and jump off buildings."

"Yeah, Old Zhao, why are you thinking of playing stocks with Old Xu? With our brains, how could we handle that stuff!" Cheng Huaiyu also said from the side.

"No, I just want to play a little, one or two thousand yuan, it shouldn't be a big problem. And I see everyone lately is bragging about how bullish the stock market is; they say if you go in and buy any stock, it will rise." Zhao Gaoyang laughed.

Hearing this, Xu Heng said helplessly: "I have already withdrawn from the market. If you want to play, I'll recommend two stocks to you, just remember to sell them by the end of this month."

He considered it an act of kindness, not wanting Zhao Gaoyang to follow the path he and Sheng Bo took in his previous life.

But at this moment, Zhao Gaoyang was only thinking about making big money and couldn't take in the latter part of his sentence; upon learning that Xu Heng agreed to give him some "pointers," he happily fawned over him.

Xu Heng taught him how to register, buy and sell, and which stocks to watch that might rise in the near future.

After Zhao Gaoyang learned, he took Sheng Bo's computer to operate.

Cheng Huaiyu laughed and teased, saying, "Old Zhao, don't come looking for Old Xu for money when you've lost your last pair of underwear!"

Zhao Gaoyang retorted, "Even if I'm eating steamed buns, I won't ask Old Xu for money. After all, if I lose money buying stocks, it's my own responsibility; I'd be too grateful to Old Xu for teaching me to complain."

Seeing this, Xu Heng shook his head; he knew Zhao Gaoyang liked to say one thing and mean another, but everyone was an adult, and he had already warned him—he had done his best, and for the rest, he had to be responsible for himself.

After dealing with his luggage, Xu Heng headed to the counselor's office.

This was the second time he had come to this place since his rebirth; although he had seen the counselor many times, most of them were in the classroom.

Counselor Yang looked up and saw it was Xu Heng who knocked and entered, sighing: "You kid finally came back; if you didn't come back, the department would have put pressure on me."

Xu Heng frowned imperceptibly: "Counselor, where does this come from?"

"Don't you have a video that's very popular lately? Others even call you... what was it... the Cover Brother. This reached the ears of the school leaders; a leader saw the video and is very interested in you, personally naming you and saying they want to see your performance at this year's Welcome Gala."

Counselor Yang placed a piece of paper in front of Xu Heng.

"But who knows that you wouldn't return to school for over ten days? This Welcome Gala is starting in two days, and the program team had no choice but to arrange you as the final act, the grand finale, with no rehearsal at all. What are you doing?"

Xu Heng: "..."