Chapter 567: Madam, You've Returned?

"What do you think of Li Zai?" An Yinan asked. During the time she had been in contact with him, she had developed her own way of judging people, but one cannot judge a person only by their surface; one must also see what kind of person they are when one is not around.

Comparing the two, she trusted Zhang Cheng more.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment, roughly understanding what An Yinan was trying to do. "He isn't old, but his style of doing things is very seasoned. He told me that his brother has a low IQ and his parents passed away long ago; he has been supporting the family since he was fourteen."

"Judging by the fact that he has taken care of his brother for so many years, this person values loyalty and affection; he is someone worth befriending."

"Moreover, he has a very sharp sense for the economy and is very good at reading people's expressions. These are areas I need to learn from."

What Zhang Cheng said was very fair; although it contained his personal opinion, it was mostly an objective evaluation.

An Yinan was quite surprised by his words.

She could still recall that proud male classmate from a few years ago who would block her path just to compete with her in the next exam.

In just a few years, he had changed a lot; one could even use the word "metamorphosis" to describe it.

"What's with that look?" Zhang Cheng took a defensive step back. They were talking, so why the sudden look?

How to describe that look? It was just like the look she gave Dabao and Erbao...

He shuddered violently.

"Ahem, it's nothing, I just feel that you've changed quite a bit." An Yinan smiled. His current changes were all for the better.

Thinking back to the past, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile himself. At that time, he was still blinded by the reputation of being a genius, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth; it was An Yinan's grades that woke him up time and time again.

"Hey, actually, thinking about it now, I feel quite fortunate," Zhang Cheng said sincerely.

"If it weren't for you, if I had continued to rank first, the time I spent blinded by the name of a genius would have been longer and longer. If it went on too long, I would have been ruined."

"It's fine."

An Yinan shook her head. "Without me, there would have been someone else."

Professor Zhang would not have allowed his grandson to be like that. If it really couldn't be corrected later, Professor Zhang would surely have had other methods, only they would have been more ruthless than such a gentle approach.

She returned to her routine of the Exchange and home.

The Exchange was a mixed bag of people, so she couldn't bring the children there. Han Xiao had now become a professional driver, picking up and dropping off Nan every three hours.

She had to go home to feed the children; she felt pained to stop breastfeeding.

But if she didn't stop, she could only be this busy every day. Although she could free up half an hour in the middle, it didn't have much impact on the Stock Market, and this time upon her return, she had funneled half of her funds through national channels, in batches, into overseas Trading Cards.

A large, one-time influx of funds would attract attention over there, so it was better to do it in small, frequent amounts.

"Madam, you've returned?"

"Madam, you've finally returned."

"Madam."

The sounds of people greeting her were endless.

There were also some newcomers who looked at the crowd and asked with some confusion, "Which Madam? Why haven't I seen her before?"

As soon as his words left his mouth, he was given a look of contempt by many.

"When did you arrive? When Madam was famous, you didn't even know what a stock was!"

"Exactly, Madam has only been gone for a little over a month, but in this Exchange, go ask around—is there any veteran who doesn't know Madam?"

An Yinan ignored the discussions of some people and just went to the Small Hall she had reserved previously. This Small Hall had always been reserved; unless she stopped paying the fees, the right to use it would always be theirs.