Chapter 482: Leverage Requires a Fulcrum

"I'm fine." Zhou Ruo Ran wiped away her tears, and An Yinan let her go.

"Now that I can say it out loud, it means I've let it go," Zhou Ruo Ran continued.

"My husband's subsidy was lost on the way to Beijing, and I couldn't look for it; I was afraid those people would target Tiedan," Zhou Ruo Ran explained the reason she had no money, a bitter smile on her face.

Just a little bit more, and she wouldn't have been able to hold on.

Really! Just that little bit more.

"Later, I met you all, and you gave me warmth and gave Tiedan a home." Zhou Ruo Ran's gratitude could not be expressed in words.

She remembered everything.

As long as Nan Nan is in this shop for a day, she will be in this shop for a day.

This was the promise she made to herself in the depths of her heart.

"I discovered that I am not an unfortunate person, and you are all doing well." Only now did Zhou Ruo Ran completely let go of her inner knot.

She was also able to calmly face her husband's sacrifice.

"Tiedan has a heroic father," An Yinan concluded.

Zhou Ruo Ran nodded, "Yes, he is a hero."

Before, she had been immersed in her own emotions, tarnishing her husband's name as a hero.

Now she could proudly tell everyone that her man was a hero, a soldier!

Along the way, Zhou Ruo Ran said a lot more; that woman who had always been so mysterious was finally willing to reveal her true feelings.

Time can change many things, and it can also allow scars to slowly heal.

"Who are you looking for?" Professor Zhang asked.

He saw An Yinan outside the door and rubbed his ears; coming to his house to look for his grandson?

An Yinan smiled, "Have you forgotten that Zhang Cheng owes me a promise from back then?"

Professor Zhang slapped his own forehead; that's right, he had even watched that happen himself.

"Wait a moment, he's in his room, have a drink of water first." Professor Zhang poured a glass of water for An Yinan.

An Yinan quickly said, "You don't need to go to any trouble."

Professor Zhang knocked on his grandson's door.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Zhang Cheng had a bird's nest of hair, looking at his grandfather with sleepy eyes; what time was it anyway!

He had read until one o'clock last night and hadn't slept for long; usually, he wouldn't be called, so why was he so proactive today?

With the experience of going to the battlefield last time, Zhang Cheng's temperament had become much more steady.

His previous spoiled nature had also been corrected.

Although he hadn't reached the actual Frontline before he left.

He had seen it, though, and understood his grandfather's meaning.

"Student An is here." Professor Zhang gave his grandson a look, but his grandson didn't understand.

"Who?" Zhang Cheng was still dazed; he had just let out a big yawn and hadn't heard clearly at all.

"An Yinan is here." Professor Zhang was more direct this time.

Zhang Cheng first rubbed his eyes, then with a "bang," he shut the bedroom door.

Professor Zhang's hand, which had been raised, was neither here nor there; he was in a dilemma.

"Then I'll go out for a stroll in a while; you two just talk." Professor Zhang prepared to leave space for the two of them, to avoid them saying he was an old man meddling in things.

An Yinan stood up and said to Professor Zhang with a smile, "No need, you should listen too."

Zhang Cheng was just a front; the main decision-maker still had to be Professor Zhang!

Her plans were quite ambitious!

"Won't I be interrupting your chat?" Professor Zhang didn't know what would happen later, and was still trying hard to play the part of a loving elder.

"Not at all, not at all." An Yinan shook her head and put down the cup she was holding in her hand.

Zhang Cheng finally came out of his room, rubbing his head in embarrassment.

"Doctor An." He had gotten used to it when he was at the Frontline, and he didn't even know how he had the courage to challenge her before.

On the battlefield, An Yinan's image as a goddess had been infinitely magnified.

Moreover, the people around him were constantly discussing her.

Before, his horizons were limited to a small school, but she had already walked a different path.

Even two years later, when they returned in triumph from the battlefield, he no longer had the sharp edge to make a bet.

"Call me An Yinan; I'm not a doctor anymore," An Yinan said with a smile, shaking her head helplessly.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment, "An Yinan."

He rubbed his head; this name seemed very unfamiliar, not as familiar as Doctor An!

Besides the title of Doctor An, there was also that familiar Silver Needle.

"Do you still remember the bet we made? Today I've come for the wager," An Yinan said, getting straight to the point.

In this matter, the Zhang family was a necessary link, indispensable.

"I remember." Zhang Cheng was not someone who would break a promise after losing a bet, and he was also very curious about what An Yinan's goal really was.

"As long as it doesn't violate morality or the law, I will do it," Zhang Cheng added at the end.

An Yinan smiled; this matter, I'm afraid, wouldn't be that easy.

"I want to open accounts in these places." An Yinan took out a piece of paper, and all the information had already been annotated.

"And I need different registered IPs, with the highest level of counter-reconnaissance," An Yinan finished.

The grandfather and grandson on the other side only then realized how thorny the matter was.

Professor Zhang reached out his hand, "Let me see."

He had already thought of this matter; he feared that when Student An agreed to that bet at the time, she had been aiming at him.

He had used her to temper his grandson's temperament, and she had used this matter to set a trap for him!

It was his own impatience, and he had also underestimated this young woman.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Professor Zhang asked.

"I can only say that to break the deadlock, it concerns a war in the stock market," An Yinan replied.

The stock market!

Professor Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Which country's stock?"

"Hong Kong Stock Market," An Yinan answered truthfully.

Professor Zhang thought about the recent situation and information, and he had not discovered any problems with the Hong Kong Stock.

Could it be that An Yinan was making a mountain out of a molehill?

He had previously thought she was setting a trap for him in advance, but if it was the Hong Kong Stock, the possibility of setting a trap at that time did not exist.

A war?

"How much capital are you preparing to use to enter the market?" Professor Zhang asked.

An Yinan held up one finger.

Zhang Cheng saw it and shook his head, "Ten thousand? That's a bit too little."

An Yinan also shook her head.

"One hundred thousand?"

An Yinan looked at Professor Zhang, "At least one hundred million."

Although she prepared to use the principle of leverage to pry into the game of capital tycoons with one hundred million, her lever also needed to be thick and strong enough to be able to pry it up!

"How much did you say?" Professor Zhang stood up directly from the sofa.

And Zhang Cheng had already widened his eyes, seemingly still reacting to this number.

An Yinan said, "At least one hundred million."

One hundred million is the lowest bottom line.

"An Yinan, I am not doubting you, but do you have this money?" Professor Zhang asked in a deep voice.

He did not have time to play games with a child.

Moreover, he had always felt Student An was steady, and after his grandson returned from the Southern Front, he had even treated An Yinan as an idol, but this matter was somewhat boastful.

In this era, in Huaxia, one hundred million?

It is not something that can be said so easily.