C495 The moon can represent my heart

Under the sinister gazes of the surrounding male students, Yang Jiabao, who was crowned as the beauty of Peking University, stared fixedly at him, making Zhong Wentong feel as if he was exclaiming in pride and arrogance.

Zhou Hao, who was at the side, looked at Zhong Wentong, who was entertaining himself, and only shook his head and laughed.

Looking at the stage, Yang Jiabao had already moved behind the scenes. On the stage, there were more than ten girls dressed in national costume dancing with national dances.

As the saying goes, eighteen women are not ugly. The girls on the stage, in terms of looks, were naturally not as beautiful as Yang Jiabao, but they were also brimming with a slight sense of freshness.

However, with Yang Jiabao as the host for the Spring Festival Gala, the boys below the stage instead felt that the various programs were all "trash time", and only hoped that the programs would end quickly so that Yang Jiabao could come out faster.

"Oh right, Junior Brother, where is your hometown? Do you plan to go back for the Spring Festival?" Zhong Wentong asked.

Zhou Hao replied with a smile, "I'm from Guangdong, I want to go back and accompany my family during the Spring Festival."

"Oh, haha, I'm from Hubei." Zhong Wentong said, "I don't plan to go home for this year's Spring Festival. I want to take a look at Shanghai and Shenzhen."

Thinking about how Zhong Wentong was a financial scholar, Zhou Hao asked, "You went to Shanghai and Shenzhen to try out the water in the stock market?"

"Haha, you're really smart." Seeing Zhou Hao's strange expression, he could guess what Zhou Hao was thinking, and said: "Actually, I don't only have theoretical knowledge about stocks. Let's put it this way, my experience with selling stocks is even richer than ordinary people.

It's just that I've always been using the phone to remotely invest, and this time I want to go to Shanghai and Shenzhen to take a look.

Heh heh, I just started selling stocks in the second semester of my freshman year. It's been a full year since then.

At the beginning, I invested twenty thousand dollars in the stock market, earned more than ten thousand during that time, and owed more than two hundred thousand dollars in foreign debt due to investment failures.

Fortunately, my luck is not bad. Up until now, in this year, the losses and wins added up, I've earned more than a million yuan. "

Zhou Hao was truly surprised this time. When he first heard that Zhong Wentong was going to bid for stocks, he was worried that Zhong Wentong was a student with only theoretical knowledge and no practical experience. If he rashly entered the stock market, he would probably get covered with injuries.

Who would have thought that he would have already started trading stocks a year ago, and still managed to earn over a million yuan in a short year?

Over a million wasn't a big amount to Zhou Hao, but Zhong Wentong was still a university student, and his initial capital was only twenty thousand.

In other words, through the stock market, Zhong Wentong earned 50 times the profits in a year. Even if it was George. A person like Soros would not have such results even at Zhong Wentong's age.

"Didn't Little Ping say before that practice is the only test of truth? What's the use of memorizing those theories in school? " Zhong Wentong said, "That's why I'm learning while practicing."

Looking at Zhong Wentong's white teeth that was revealed when he smiled, Zhou Hao also admired him a lot. This tanned and smiling boy was truly a genius.

Most importantly, he was not a smooth sailing man in the stock market. From what he said just now, he had carried over 200,000 yuan in debt.

200,000 yuan, this was a huge pressure on a student. But under this pressure, Zhong Wentong was able to keep up the pressure. This wasn't just a matter of talent; he had the kind of courage that the vast majority of people didn't have.

To be able to turn 20,000 points into a million or so was obviously not Zhong Wentong's luck. Zhou Hao knew that those who could earn a lot of money from the stock market would either have a huge amount of money to manage their own businesses, or possess an extraordinary analytical and predictive power.

Moreover, even though he had earned over a million, Zhong Wentong didn't have the slightest hint of arrogance. Zhou Hao who had two lives of experience saw Zhong Wentong as just a normal student.

"Are you going to put the million or so you earned into the stock market?" Zhou Hao asked with interest.

Zhong Wentong gently shook his head. "Of course not. That's more than a million yuan. How many white buns can you buy?" I'm only going to use two hundred thousand this time.

As for the rest of the money, I'm going to hand it over to my parents. Although those two old fellows aren't lacking money, they still brought me up, so I have to be filial to them, no? "

Zhou Hao laughed heartily upon hearing this. He had already made a decision in his heart, this Zhong Wentong must be brought into his own company.

It would be such a pity to miss out on such a talent. Not only did Zhou Hao feel that he was lucky, he even casually met a talented person.

"Oh right, Junior Brother, I only told you these things because we can still talk about it. Even my roommates don't know about it, so you have to keep it a secret for me." Zhong Wentong said.

Zhou Hao looked at him with a face full of smiles, "If I let those girls know that you're worth more than a million, then they would have taken the initiative to throw themselves at you even without you doing anything."

"Tch!" Zhong Wentong pursed his lips. "What meaning does a woman like that have?"

Zhou Hao nodded his head in agreement. He knew that Zhong Wentong's family background should be pretty good. If it was an ordinary family, how would they have sold their twenty thousand dollars to their own son for stock?

If Zhong Wentong was that sort of playboy, then just based on his family background, he should be able to win over quite a few girls.

The performance of the people on the stage was in full swing, while Zhou Hao and Zhong Wentong were also chatting happily.

Listening to Zhong Wentong say that he and a few of his roommates had changed methods to peep at the girl's dorm, and even used their seniority to teach Zhou Hao a lot of "good moves", Zhou Hao couldn't help but to laugh.

As they chatted, the two of them suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on stage say that tonight's Spring Festival Gala was about to end. Only then did they come back to their senses, feeling like they had too little to drink.

"Zhou Hao, which dorm are you from? I'll come look for you when I have time. Zhong Wentong said.

Just as Zhou Hao was struggling to tell Zhong Wentong how to not kill his students at Peking University, he suddenly heard Yang Jiabao on stage holding a microphone and saying, "Teachers, our Spring Festival Gala is about to end, but everyone do not be in a hurry to leave. We still have a finale for everyone.

Then, Zhou Hao came up onto the stage to present a song to everyone as a form of gratitude for everyone's visit tonight. "

When these words came out, not only Zhong Wentong and the other students, even Zhou Hao himself was stunned. He couldn't help but point at himself, "What, you want me to go up on stage?"

Yang Jiabao, who was on the stage, smiled and said to Zhou Hao: ", quickly come up. Everyone is waiting."

Seeing the crafty smile on Yang Jiabao's face, Zhou Hao could only smile bitterly. This girl must be unhappy that he hadn't come to find her during this period of time, so she deliberately wanted to punish him.

Seeing that the surrounding students were casting curious gazes at him, Zhou Hao couldn't possibly just sit there and pretend nothing had happened. He could only stand up, walk onto the stage in front of everyone, and cast a gaze of rebuke at Yang Jiabao, who was standing in the center of the stage.

Yang Jiabao was naturally not afraid of Zhou Hao's scolding. When Zhou Hao came to his side, he intentionally asked him: ", what song are you going to sing for everyone?"

Everyone below the stage looked at Zhou Hao, wondering which class this boy came from. How come they had never seen him before?

Although no one in the audience knew who Zhou Hao was, because of his tall and handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, he attracted the attention of many girls when he appeared on the stage.

With the microphone that Yang Jiabao brought with him, Zhou Hao purposely made things difficult for her, so he said: "About this, I have a habit of singing, I need to use a piano to accompany my singing. If not, I'm not used to it."

Yang Jiabao laughed: "Our academy lacks everything except musical instruments. Men, push the piano over."

A few boys immediately pushed a grand piano onto the stage. Yang Jiabao even looked at Zhou Hao, showing off her might.

Zhou Hao smiled bitterly as he shook his head. He thought that since he had come to this point, if he did not satisfy Yang Jiabao, who knows what kind of person she would invite to deal with him tonight.

So, Zhou Hao sat in front of the piano, and Yang Jiabao immediately put the microphone on the stand, and aimed it at Zhou Hao.

Gently knocking on the microphone, Zhou Hao said to the people below the stage: "We are fortunate to be able to perform tonight. Let me present a song that I have recently written to give to our beautiful Yang Jiabao as well as the various students and teachers.

The song's name was "The Moon Can Represent My Heart".

When many people heard the name of Zhou Hao's song, they thought that he was going to sing "Moonlight represented my Heart" from Deng Lijun's song. They could not help but curse in their hearts, "Sing other people's songs, and you still have the nerve to say that you wrote it yourself?"

However, when Zhou Hao's ten fingers began to dance on the piano keys, playing a melody that carried a hint of sadness, those people who initially wanted to see Zhou Hao make a fool of himself immediately knew that what Zhou Hao wanted to sing was not the classic < Moonlight represents My Heart >.

Zhou Hao's magnetic voice floated above the vast venue through the microphone:

Just how much I love you and how much I miss you

It rained on the sidewalk outside the window

It didn't explain the pink rain

Sighing at me from behind the glass

'Will the heart ache? Is the step heavy? '

"What is love? I can't describe it."

Just think of you like black coffee

Those who have not had a drink will not understand

You ask how deep I love you

The moon it can represent my heart

No one can tell you

However, they were not simple enough …

You ask how deep I love you

The moon can listen to my truth

continue to ask or give up

Not a kiss can tell

Listening to Zhou Hao's enchanting singing and looking at Zhou Hao's eyes that were as gentle as the moonlight, Yang Jiabao unknowingly became infatuated.