Chapter 12: 011 Dongguan Girl

But the other party wouldn't give up, immediately sending a text message.

"Husband, you're online? Why aren't you answering video?" Followed by eight smiling faces, then a string of question marks.

Seeing the words "husband," Fang Qingye felt goosebumps crawl over his entire body.

"Dead pervert!"

Fang Qingye cursed silently in his heart.

This QQ netizen, whose username was "Cosmic Youth Invincible Beauty," was someone Fang Qingye met before his rebirth in a stock trader group—her name was ridiculously self-adoring.

This "Cosmic Youth Invincible Beauty" was extremely active in the group; Fang Qingye noticed she seemed unlike ordinary stock traders, possessing considerable knowledge of finance and economics, so he added her as a friend.

After mutual introductions, she claimed to be a third-year student at Renmin University's School of Finance and Economics, majoring in finance—but after chatting for a while, Fang Qingye realized this person was deeply otaku; except when discussing professional knowledge, where her mind seemed somewhat normal, the rest of the time she spouted nonsense.

Later, using a QQ version from that era that displayed users' IP addresses—the Coral Worm edition—Fang Qingye discovered her IP address originated from Dongguan!

So he gave her the nickname "Dongguan Girl," but she didn't seem offended, making Fang Qingye suspect she wasn't some elite Renmin student at all, but merely a student from some vocational college in Dongguan.

One night, after aimlessly chatting for a while, she suddenly proposed a video call; Fang Qingye was tempted.

He wanted to see whether she was a beauty, a monster, or even a pervert, so he decisively turned on his video—but he got tricked!

He showed his own face, while she posted a picture of Chiharu from the manga "My Landlady's Puberty!"—a little girl character!

Furious, Fang Qingye shut off the video and raged: "You call yourself 'Cosmic Invincible Beauty,' claim to be gorgeous as flowers, loved by all, making flowers bloom and cars explode—but you won't even show your face? You're either a monster or a pervert!"

Yet she remained unfazed, sending a smiling face: "Donghai Daoke, you're so handsome! Let's have a passionate, fiery romance! In the name of Xia Xingchen, we swear an eternal bond; with Xia Xingchen as ink, the Milky Way as paper… Burn, Pichu!"

Fang Qingye of course firmly refused, but whenever he came online, she kept calling him "husband, husband," and randomly tried to initiate video calls—today was no different.

"Come out quickly! Be overwhelmed by my glorious beauty technique!" She seemed angry, immediately following with three rows of bloody knives and four rows of landmines.

Countless ellipses…

Again, a full screen of crying faces, making Fang Qingye's hair stand on end.

He was utterly fed up and couldn't help typing one word: "Go!"

In an instant, her QQ flashed again, and a line of text appeared on screen: "Husband, I gaze until my eyes ache, yet I cannot see you. I strain my ears to listen, yet I cannot hear you… but you've finally appeared—do you miss me?" Immediately after, eight shy emojis appeared.

"Miss you? Fuck you, dead pervert," Fang Qingye retorted without mercy.

"I've told you a hundred times—I'm the Cosmic Invincible Youthful Beauty!" After the text, a smug emoji quickly appeared on screen.

"How about we do a video call?"

"Video? Pfft! If you won't even show your face, you're either a monster or a pervert!" Fang Qingye snapped.

"Husband, it's not that I don't want to show my face—I'm afraid that after seeing my peerless beauty, you'll lose your mind, stop eating and sleeping, and rush to Beijing to find me! I think keeping this distance is better; you can't control yourself, so I'll control it for you—it'll make our relationship last longer and be more enjoyable!"

Sigh…

Fang Qingye sighed heavily.

Her otaku disease had flared up again.

He was just about to click "X" and close QQ when she suddenly said something.

"Did you finish building the numerical model?"

Fang Qingye froze, typed back: "What numerical model?"

"Check the chat history."

Fang Qingye, half-skeptical, scrolled up through the chat logs—after a sea of cringe-inducing otaku nonsense—he indeed found a segment of conversation: she had asked him to build a mathematical model for investment, to calculate profit volatility and potential risk, claiming it was for her graduation thesis.

Holy shit…

He had actually taken this job!

Fang Qingye was startled himself—he had only the pitiful amount of financial mathematics he'd learned in university; he couldn't possibly write it!

But why did he accept it?

Because she offered fifty thousand RMB!

He must've been desperate for money back then—maybe he thought he'd take it and figure it out later.

But now, with his current level, checking materials and thinking hard, building such a model wasn't impossible.

Still, fifty thousand RMB was too little!

"Dongguan Girl, fifty thousand won't do—minimum two hundred thousand!" Fang Qingye prepared to demand a fortune.

"Oh my, husband, why has your appetite suddenly grown? But then again, your heart is as vast as your world! Deal!"

"OK, I'll message you when I finish."

"Great, husband, go for it! Burn, Pichu!"

Fang Qingye quickly closed QQ and went offline.

The world was finally quiet again.

Fang Qingye picked up his teacup, took a sip, and shook his head.

Only then did he remember—he'd been tangled up with this Dongguan Girl and hadn't checked messages from his friends or classmate groups.

So he went online invisibly and browsed several groups.

The university group was still fairly active; some classmates were complaining about being treated like beasts of burden at work, others were showing off, and more were gossiping about a couple who had sworn eternal love in school but broke up within a year.

But in a few years, the university group would grow silent and eventually become a dead group.

The high school and middle school groups were also active, mostly locals chatting about local events and making plans to hang out together.

Song Dahai was bragging in the group.

But Fang Qingye didn't disturb him.

Bored, he opened a stock-trading group he'd blocked—and found the Dongguan Girl arguing with a bunch of traders, all centered on Longping High-Tech!

This immediately piqued Fang Qingye's interest.

"I've said it N times—Longping High-Tech will skyrocket! Believe it or not!"

Someone immediately mocked: "Who the hell are you? Do you think you're Xu Xiang, the king of the stock market?"

Fang Qingye, of course, knew who Xu Xiang was.

The chief commander of the Ningbo Dare-to-Die Squad, who turned 30,000 into 21 billion within 23 years, with cumulative returns reaching 700,000 times. Even on a global scale in the investment world, this figure is nothing short of a myth.

It is said that when he was twenty, he hand-drew 3,000 stock market charts, spent a year summarizing eight major bull stock patterns, and mastered the upward laws of strong stocks.

From then on, he pioneered the first era of limit-up boards, cutting through obstacles and sweeping all before him in the A-share market with his unique limit-up tactics and fierce trading style.

But the ending was rather tragic: in 2015, Xu Xiang was arrested at the Hangzhou Bay Cross-Sea Bridge, sentenced to five years and six months in prison for suspected manipulation of the securities market and insider trading crimes, and fined 11 billion yuan!

Of course, Xu Xiang is still the stock god and a hotshot in the hearts of retail investors.

The Dongguan Girl naturally disagreed: "Xu Xiang is just trash, relying on capital advantages and multi-account operations to conduct insider trading, colluding to release information and manipulate stock prices; sooner or later he will end up in prison! This Miss has calculated using a mathematical model that the probability of Longping High-Tech rising is 78.8%."

Her words naturally drew a wave of mockery.

"Using a mathematical model to trade stocks? You're like a thermos bottle hanging from an airplane—high level, huh?"

"You're probably a student, aren't you? Showing off your knowledge? Go play simulated stock trading and don't embarrass yourself here!"

"A bunch of idiots, no wonder you get cut like leeks! You deserve it!"

This remark from the Dongguan Girl instantly enraged a large portion of the group; one by one, they spewed foul language. The Dongguan Girl was not to be outdone, and the group chat once again became a mess of chaos and filth.

Fang Qingye naturally did not look further; he closed QQ and went offline.

However, he now had a new understanding of this Dongguan Girl.

She seemed to truly understand some financial mathematics, otherwise she would not have mentioned calculating the probability of Longping High-Tech surging using a mathematical model.

Of course, it could also be empty boasting.

Besides, although her speech in the group was somewhat vulgar, it was still relatively normal. Could those chuunibyou remarks be directed only at him?