CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 392: ONE MILLION (SECOND UPDATE)

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking on the door was incessant, as if someone was chasing after their life from behind.

"Lian Qingyang, can’t you just knock on the door properly?" Bai Qing immediately knew it was Lian Qingyang outside upon hearing the knocking. Aside from him, no one else would be there.

When Lian Qingyang would knock on the door, he’d exhibit such urgency, as though he bore a grudge against the door.

"I knocked... not that hard though." Lian Qingyang released his hand, thinking about the sound he made just now. It did seem a bit rough, his voice betraying a hint of guilt.

Bai Qing, not amused, tossed the remaining bits of the duck’s feet bones at Lian Qingyang.

With quick reflexes, Lian Qingyang dodged and, at the same time, bumped the two bags he was holding to the side.

"Bai Qing, have you no humanity? To think I brought you all these delicious treats from Sea City." Lian Qingyang cried out loudly; if he hadn’t been careful with the bag’s contents, they might have all fallen out.

"Delicious treats?" Bai Qing immediately zeroed in on one of the bags.

Lian Qingyang obligingly handed over one bag and said, "Here, this one’s for you; this one’s for Sister Xiao Yue."

"You’ve got some conscience." Bai Qing took the bag and merrily went inside, saying, "Xiao Yue, your thrifty little brother has arrived."

Thrifty little brother.

That was Bai Qing’s nickname for Lian Qingyang.

Tang Yue lifted her head and saw Lian Qingyang chasing in, his hands full of food.

Every time Lian Qingyang came, it was as if their place lacked food; he would always bring two big bags – one for Bai Qing, one for her – and never the same items. Each kind of snack was top-of-the-line, hard to get outside, if not outrageously expensive.

"Happy New Year." Tang Yue outright ignored the food in Lian Qingyang’s hands; no matter how she refused, it was futile. She had refused before, but Lian Qingyang would throw tantrums and use all means, especially those expectant, innocent eyes gazing at her that made it impossible to utter a word of rejection.

"Sister Xiao Yue, Happy New Year." Lian Qingyang set down the things and cheerfully handed her a red envelope, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, this is your red packet."

Tang Yue resisted for a long time, not throwing the New Year’s red packet back at him. She said, "Lian Qingyang, I’m older than you. If anyone should be giving lucky money, it should be me to you."

Lian Qingyang blinked his eyes, quickly snatched the red packet back, then with hands spread open in front of Tang Yue, said ingratiatingly, "Sister Xiao Yue, Happy New Year, wish you wealth and prosperity, the red packet please."

Tang Yue: "..."

"Pfft!" Bai Qing, who just opened a packet of chocolate, laughed at Lian Qingyang’s words, and said, "Xiao Yue, your cheap little brother sure knows how to butter you up."

"I’m done with you." Tang Yue took out a prepared red packet from the drawer and handed it over, saying, "Here, take it."

"Wow!" Lian Qingyang excitedly grabbed the red packet. But when he saw that there was only a hundred yuan inside, he was surprised and said, "Sister Xiao Yue, did you prepare the red packet for me in advance?"

Bai Qing interrupted unenthusiastically, "If it really were prepared for you, it’d definitely be ten yuan, not a hundred."

Actually, that’s not quite right. These lucky red packets were just to wish good fortune. If guests came over with children, giving a lucky red packet – even though US$ 100 might be trivial for those guests – was always nice for good luck.

Bai Qing’s comment was half right, half wrong. Indeed, a red packet for Lian Qingyang wouldn’t just be a hundred yuan, but it wouldn’t be ten yuan either – it would be more.

"What do you know, this is from Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang held the red packet close to his chest, then belatedly realized, "Sister Xiao Yue, I still have more good stuff."

Lian Qingyang ran out again, and in no time, several more people came in, carrying things.

Food, drink, and supplies – all of the exclusive kind, either imported or outrageously expensive.

Even the fruits were rare to see on the market.

"Sister Xiao Yue, this fruit is really good, and there are plenty of chocolates and such. If it’s not enough, I’ll send you more," Lian Qingyang was quite generous.

Originally, there was a lot more, but after discussing with Lian He, if too much was sent, Tang Yue might not accept it.

So, they sent some food and supplies – things that Tang Yue would accept.

"I must have money to burn, right?" Bai Qing looked at Lian Qingyang, who appeared to be a nouveau riche, and scoffed, "If you really have nowhere to spend it, why not join us in stock trading?"

"Stock trading?" Lian Qingyang asked, clueless.

Bai Qing nodded continuously and said, "Yes, Xiao Yue and I are trading stocks."

"Sister Xiao Yue trades stocks too?" Lian Qingyang was mostly into gaming and didn’t know much about stock trading.

"Yeah." Bai Qing looked like a big bad wolf trying to trick a little white rabbit, now extremely interested in stock trading.

"So, how much should I invest?" Lian Qingyang muttered to himself.

Bai Qing kept explaining how much money they had made and such.

Just as they were getting started, Lian Qingyang rushed out and came back with a passbook, which he handed to Tang Yue, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, help me trade stocks. We’ll split the profits evenly."

"You can’t skimp on this, ten thousand..." Not enough.

Bai Qing thought maybe a hundred thousand at most, considering Lian Qingyang’s status, but when she saw the amount in the passbook, she couldn’t help but be profoundly shocked.

This was the money she’d have to work herself to death for a lifetime to earn!

Earned with blood and sweat, and there was only this much nest egg, but what about Lian Qingyang?

"How much did he bring?" Tang Yue looked at the money inside and counted the zeros, a full one million.

"Sister Xiao Yue, this is my secret savings. My dad doesn’t know. If it’s not enough, I have more," Lian Qingyang said, his forehead glistening with sweat.

Tang Yue was silent. Was Lian Qingyang really that trusting or just very laid back?

"Finders, keepers. I’ll help you with stock trading, and we’ll split the profits three ways," Bai Qing said gleefully, taking the passbook. With this capital, they could definitely make more money.

That’s what Bai Qing thought.

Lian Qingyang didn’t mind, just reminding her, "Bai Qing, this is for my Sister Xiao Yue."

"But I have a one-third share," Bai Qing retorted, blocking Lian Qingyang’s words with her own, "Listen, Lian Qingyang, with this one million, I’ll turn it into five or six million for you, and when the time comes, my one-third share will be a sweet deal."

Upon hearing this, Lian Qingyang suddenly said, "Bai Qing, do you really think money breeds money? Making five or six million?"

Moreover, Bai Qing meant making that much in a short time. How could that be possible?