CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 176: QIU THE SPENDTHRIFT

(New story *Rebirth Space Farming* seeking support, and oh yes, Qiu Party fans, the God of Stocks has arrived)

Qiu Zhi is still Qiu Zhi, but he’s a bit different now. The most noticeable difference is that the two buttons on his belly that never used to close, are now buttoned.

Su Ziceng never really noticed other people’s weight, but Qiu Zhi losing twenty pounds is not something that can be ignored.

"You haven’t fallen in love recently, have you?" The charm of love is magical; it can turn a genius into an idiot and make a fatty lose weight, such examples are countless.

"I actually have fallen in love," Qiu Zhi said nonchalantly, his mood surprisingly good witnessing Su Ziceng’s healthy complexion upon returning from abroad, with Qiu Zhi himself having slimmed down to a moderate size.

The friendship between men and women, in the best scenarios, is exactly like the current state between Su Ziceng and Qiu Zhi. At one point, one might develop a liking for the other, but upon realizing the unsuitability, that liking is replaced by a purer friendship.

In the presence of several men now, Qiu Zhi is the one with whom Su Ziceng can relax the most. They blatantly find an empty spot to sit, each buying a burger, wolfing it down, and discussing recent events around them.

"You’ve decided to sell Qiu Sheng Jewelry?" Su Ziceng was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped.

"Looking at your reaction," Qiu Zhi swallowed the last bite of his burger, his eyes fixed on the barely eaten burger in Su Ziceng’s hand.

Su Ziceng shook her burger, teasing, "Only knows how to eat without admiring a beautiful woman," and quite deftly broke half and handed it to Qiu Zhi.

"No matter how much I look, it won’t become mine," Qiu Zhi took the burger, stuffing it into his mouth, "but you are quite generous. Among so many, only you didn’t call me a wastrel."

"Being called a wastrel or wastress is unpleasant to hear," Su Ziceng said with an experienced tone, pinching Qiu Zhi’s belly which still held some weight.

"Grandmother didn’t say anything, but I could see she was unhappy. Mom was so angry she couldn’t even eat," Qiu Zhi had lost those twenty pounds during that time.

"What happened later?" Su Ziceng patted Qiu Zhi’s belly, feeling somewhat guilty for not giving him the proper encouragement during his most helpless period.

Living in a secured fortress renovated at home since childhood, Qiu Zhi suddenly transformed from a little prince to a knight breaking open the fortress’s sturdy walls, an act that requires great courage.

"I promised to earn a good amount this year, but with the stock market thriving and praises everywhere, I’m not sure which area I should enter," Qiu Zhi had been staring at stock market trend graphs for quite a while, unable to sort out his thoughts.

"This year?" Su Ziceng was silent for a moment, "Aside from the Z country stock market, steer clear of the Asian market." From the middle of this year, all of Asia will be engulfed in a severe economic crisis, but if you can make it through this year, starting from 1998, Z country’s economy will enter rapid growth, and the stock market will also experience a spring not seen in many years.

"But Southeast Asia’s economy is performing well, I was already preparing to choose Southeast Asia as the first stop for the Qiu Family to test the waters in the stock market," Qiu Zhi confidently shared his latest decision with Su Ziceng.

"Perhaps, you could observe the investment trends of Quantum Fund," Su Ziceng’s chicken burger had already turned cold in her hands.

Qiu Zhi also stopped chewing, he picked up on something from Su Ziceng’s words.

Quantum Fund is a famous foreign hedge fund, always known for its unique perspective and brigand-like behavior.

"I don’t want to directly recommend this fund, but if you want to produce results this year that will convince everyone, you have to choose that fund," after the financial crisis, Soros’s Quantum Fund was criticized by several Southeast Asian countries, but it also garnered the adoration of countless wealthy pursuers.

"I don’t like to mimic the paths of others," although Qiu Zhi had just formally entered the stock market, he hoped to maintain independent thoughts.

"Another egghead," Su Ziceng tested the waters, "We begin life by imitating. We imitate the language, facial expressions, and emotional expressions of those around us, and mimic others’ investment methods, which then lead us to independence; there’s nothing shameful about it."

"After graduation, what are your plans?" Su Ziceng knew, at this moment, it’s essential to give Qiu Zhi enough time to think—he would understand.