Chapter 17: Quickly Get in Touch with Liu Yiyi!
The news of XG-Tech’s stock soaring exploded like a deep-water bomb, causing uproar across various circles.
It wasn’t just the Liu family who received the news—countless capitalists and heirs of wealthy families did as well.
On the golf course, a group of young heirs abruptly halted their swings, staring at their phone screens with grim expressions.
“This... this can’t be possible! The stock surged?”
“That Liu Yiyi…”
“Damn it, I don’t believe it! Is this news playing tricks on me? How could that useless Liu Yiyi possibly make so much money?”
“We’ve all been fooled! That wretched woman... she must have known the inside information all along!”
The wealthy young men felt as if their faces were being slapped repeatedly.
Just days ago, they had looked down on Liu Yiyi here, and now their humiliation was as sharp as the sting of a slap.
They had all assumed Liu Yiyi would have lost everything, but in just a few days, she had made a staggering profit, with an investment return exceeding a hundredfold!
Even the greatest stock market gurus couldn’t achieve such gains in such a short time.
Yet Liu Yiyi—how did she manage it?
At an afternoon tea party for high-society ladies, the once elegant atmosphere instantly shattered.
“Pfft—” Zhou Yu spat out her tea, some of which splattered onto Li Meiqi’s expensive dress.
“Are you crazy?” Li Meiqi screamed, jumping up. “Liu Yiyi just made money on stocks. Is it really worth getting this worked up?”
Zhou Yu’s face darkened, her whole body trembling as she slammed her teacup onto the floor with a crash. “Impossible! Isn’t she a loser? How could she... how could she...”
Hearing Li Meiqi’s question, she exploded in rage, “Do you even understand what this means? If she invested all five million she had, that would be five hundred million now!”
What fallen socialite? After the stock doubled, Liu Yiyi had herself become a wealthy heiress!
All the cruel things they had said about her before now sounded like a joke.
Li Meiqi stood dumbfounded, stammering, “Ah, she... made this much?”
She only knew how to spend money on shopping and had no grasp of investments.
But what she couldn’t understand was, “How did Liu Yiyi do it? How is that even possible?!”
Zhou Yu didn’t bother answering the fool, “How should I know? Don’t ask me.”
She never imagined her nemesis would rise so swiftly!
Compared to her own recent boast in the group chat about luxury cars and watches, it now looked like a ridiculous joke. No wonder Liu Yiyi had left the group back then.
She was undoubtedly mocking them silently, relishing their downfall.
The more Zhou Yu thought about it, the angrier she became, and she poured out all the afternoon tea.
Li Meiqi’s scream rang in her ears, “You’re crazy!”
Meanwhile, at XG-Tech Medical Technology Corporation, the phone rang incessantly in CEO Zhang Mingyuan’s office.
“Blind as a bat...”
“Mr. Zhang, this is Merrill Lynch Investments. Do you still have any low-priced stocks for sale? Honestly, I was really—”
“Mr. Zhang, here’s the thing, we’re willing to pay a higher price for your shares.”
“Is there a chance for cooperation, Mr. Zhang? I...”
Zhang Mingyuan cut them off uniformly, “Sorry, I have sold all the stocks I can privately trade. But...”
“You can look for Miss Liu Yiyi. She still holds quite a lot of shares.” The line fell into silence immediately.
They knew Zhang Mingyuan was taking it out on them.
At the last gathering, Zhang Mingyuan had specially introduced Liu Yiyi, but they had shown her no respect, mocking her as a “foolish newcomer” right in front of him.
Now they wanted stocks?
Fine—go ask that “foolish newcomer” they so disdain.
But they were just realizing that Liu Yiyi was no rookie idiot; she was an investment prodigy!
In mere days, her investment returns had multiplied a hundredfold.
Zhang Mingyuan was powerless; they had no choice but to reach out to Liu Yiyi.
Countless calls were made, but without exception, all went unanswered or were met with busy signals.
“Damn it, why can’t we reach her?”
“Text her!”
“No reply to texts either.”
“What on earth is she doing these days?”
“Pick up the phone!”
The stock market surge was like a raging storm; everyone wanted to profit.
They were willing to swallow their pride to connect with that newcomer, but she was completely unreachable.
In a luxurious villa, a middle-aged man unable to reach Liu Yiyi suddenly glanced at his son playing on his phone, his eyes lighting up.
“Son, aren’t you good friends with Liu Yiyi? Hurry, help your father contact her!”
“Uh…” The son stammered, his face full of awkwardness.
Countless similar scenes unfolded in the homes of Liu Yiyi’s other classmates.
“Meiqi, didn’t you have a group with Liu Yiyi? You’re the group owner, right? Tag her now!”
“Xiaoyu, aren’t you the one who deals with Liu Yiyi most often? Can you reach her?”
“Come on, this concerns billions of business!”
Yet none of these wealthy heirs were willing to cooperate.
Under parental pressure, these rich youngsters finally exploded.
“We deleted her long ago!”
“Wasn’t it exposed in the news that she was broke? Who cares about her now!”
Their parents were nearly furious to death.
“You good-for-nothing! Such a great opportunity, and you ruined it!”
The young heirs felt wronged, “You were the ones calling her an idiot! Saying she’d never make money by randomly buying stocks. Who knew she’d actually make a fortune...”
Everyone wanted to connect with Liu Yiyi, to cozy up to her.
Not only because of the soaring stock prices, but also because of her exceptional investment insight—they were thinking long term, hoping to collaborate with her in the future.
But Liu Yiyi was completely unreachable.
No one knew where she was.
Her phone was perpetually unanswered.
At XG-Tech,
“This girl sure knows how to avoid trouble,” Zhang Mingyuan said with a smile to his pregnant wife. “She won’t answer anyone’s calls; perhaps that’s a wise move.”
“That way, she doesn’t offend anyone.”
His wife pondered, “Speaking of which, I thought I saw someone who looked just like her when I went to the hospital today...”
Before she could finish, she shook her head, “No, that’s impossible. She’s probably somewhere quietly celebrating her success. Why would she be at the hospital?”
Zhang Mingyuan nodded, “True, young people tend to be very happy after making big money.”
In the hospital corridor, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air.
Lin Muchen stood there, dazed as he listened to the doctor’s final announcement.
Suddenly, a clear, gentle voice rang beside him:
“Are you okay?”
He jerked his head up and saw a beautiful face illuminated by sunlight streaming through the window, casting a golden halo around her.
Lin Muchen was stunned—was she asking about me?
He instinctively nodded, then shook his head.
“Doctor, how much will it cost?” the girl asked the doctor beside her.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, seemingly assessing how much money the girl had.
“First, the surgery costs about five hundred thousand. Then chemotherapy, each session—”
Lin Muchen’s despair deepened as he listened; his eyes grew dimmer.
Two million? Three million?
He clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms but felt no pain.
Where was he supposed to get that kind of money?
Lost in thought, he suddenly heard the girl say:
“I can help you.”