However, because Qin Si and the others were there, even if Qiao Nian was a little ungrateful, he couldn't get angry. He could only smile and sneer, "It seems that my sister's academic performance is very good."
"It's okay." Unexpectedly, Qiao Nian actually answered the call, with a faint look in her eyes, and admitted it frankly.
The man was speechless for a moment and suffered a loss.
Zhang Yang was a shrewd man, and he immediately gave a warning look to the man who was trying to squeeze him back.
He immediately smiled and tried to smooth things over: "We finally get together to have fun, why are you talking about studying? We're not in school. Come on, let's talk about something else. Oh, by the way, Beijing is going to hold some cultural festival recently. There are a lot more people coming to Chang'an Avenue recently. What's the event?"
"Ah, that, there was a Hanfu parade. It was said that many students came from other places to participate. It was quite lively." Someone continued.
We are all smart people, and the atmosphere was warmed up by our conversations.
Qiao Nian enjoyed the quiet time, lowered his head, and opened his phone to play.
She was curled up on the sofa, the dim light from her phone shining on her snow-white face. Her hands moved from time to time, as if she was playing a game. Seeing this, Qin Si came over curiously, ignoring the lively atmosphere in the box, looked at her phone and asked, "Playing games?"
Qiao Nian had a good impression of him. He didn't hide anything and operated the things on it skillfully, and nodded.
Qin Si saw the colorful lines on her phone. It was not a game at all. She was clearly playing stocks!
He showed a surprised look on his face, looked at the girl with drooping eyelashes and a leisurely and focused face, and asked in surprise: "You know how to trade stocks?"
Wangye's sister knows a lot of things.
Qiao Nian raised his hand to sell a stock, then returned to the page and replied calmly, "No, just for fun."
"Not much money." She paused again and explained.
"Tsk." Qin Si guessed that at her age, playing stocks was just a casual activity with her pocket money and it was impossible for her to really spend much money.
Without thinking, he bent down to pick up his phone on the table, turned around and asked Qiao Nian: "Niannian, what's your WeChat number?"
Qiao Nian looked up and saw that he wanted to add her as a friend, so she slowly pulled out the WeChat QR code and handed it to him.
Qin Si scanned the code and immediately sent a verification message.
Qiao Nian clicked yes.
The next second, a transfer popped up.
Qin Si transfers 100,000 to you.
Qiao Nian paused and counted the numbers above, tens, hundreds, thousands, and six digits, exactly one hundred thousand.
After Qin Si transferred the money, he raised his head and said cheerfully: "This is my little red packet for you. Don't you like playing stocks? Take this and play. You won't feel bad if you lose."
Just at this moment, Qiao Nian's phone vibrated.
The transaction information of the stock she just sold was transmitted, the transaction was successful, and the transaction amount was also sent.
It still starts with 1, but with three more zeros at the end.
Qin Si was far away and didn't see the transaction amount.
Qiao Nian silently deleted the message, then returned the transfer on WeChat to him. Then he raised his head casually, pressed the brim of his hat, his brows brightened, and said in a hoarse voice: "This gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."
When Qin Si saw the money returned to his mobile phone, he thought for a moment and felt that he seemed too abrupt.
One hundred thousand yuan was just a small sum of money for him, but it might not be the case for Qiao Nian. It was normal for him not to accept it when they met for the first time.
(End of this chapter)