"Brother Long, I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"
"Please, can I beg you, I just need to borrow an account, I'll bear any profits or losses myself..."
Seeing Yang Conglong about to leave, Qin Chuan quickly grabbed his arm and pleaded in a low voice.
He had no choice but to bow his head to the circumstances. When he learned how difficult it was to open an account for trading Hang Seng Index futures, his entire plan was thrown into disarray.
Yang Conglong in front of him was his only hope!
Apart from this brother-in-law, he couldn't think of anyone else.
If he missed this major market trend, Qin Chuan felt he would regret it for a long time.
"Qin Chuan, why are you so stubborn?"
Yang Conglong was helpless, even speechless.
"You're a complete novice, you don't even know the procedure to open an account, and you're thinking of making money in the futures market? You must be crazy for money!"
"Because you treated me to drinks yesterday, I sincerely don't want you to waste your money, understand?"
Qin Chuan nodded like pounding garlic: "I know! I know Brother Long, you mean well, and I appreciate your kindness, but I really want to try!"
Yang Conglong, harassed beyond measure, hesitated for a long time before finally relenting.
"Then let me ask you, how much money did you bring this time?"
"Three... thirty thousand!"
Qin Chuan replied.
"Thirty thousand, that's not bad, I didn't expect you to be quite wealthy!"
Yang Conglong was somewhat surprised.
"I just want to test the waters. I won't invest that much at once when I'm just starting out. At most, it won't exceed ten thousand yuan!"
Qin Chuan explained.
"Is that so... ten thousand yuan to learn a lesson is not bad!"
Yang Conglong murmured to himself.
Hearing this, Qin Chuan's eyes immediately lit up with joy. He excitedly clasped Yang Longcheng's hands tightly: "Thank you, Brother Long! Brother Long is the coolest!"
"Damn it, I don't like men, get away from me!"
Yang Conglong recoiled with a disgusted expression, quickly pulling his hands away and even wiping them on his clothes.
"How about this, you come home with me. My account is probably written down in a notebook, I need to go find it properly!"
Qin Chuan, who had been happy, froze.
"Let's go, why are you still standing there?"
Yang Conglong walked a few steps and, realizing there were no footsteps behind him, turned his head and shouted.
"Uh... Brother Long, I don't think I need to go to your house. It's just an account, you can call me when you find it after you get back."
Qin Chuan said.
"Do you still want that account or not? If you do, hurry up, don't dawdle!!"
Yang Conglong frowned, looking unhappy.
Qin Chuan had no choice but to follow.
He really wasn't ready to meet Yang Zimo. After all, he was the one who made the mistake, he was the one who didn't take the initiative, and the Yang family's standards were so high. If his current status were exposed, he feared trouble.
Also, he didn't know what Yang Zimo would think when she found out he was trading futures. Would she think of him as someone who resorted to speculation and only cared about money...
His mind was a mess, like porridge. Qin Chuan didn't even notice when the sports car started. It wasn't until his unfocused eyes suddenly swept across a large supermarket across the road that he snapped back to reality.
"Brother Long, stop the car!"
"What for?"
Yang Conglong asked.
"Uh... it's my first time visiting your house, so I can't show up empty-handed. I need to go buy some things for Uncle and Aunt."
"Forget it, my family doesn't lack anything!"
Yang Conglong didn't stop, instead stepping on the accelerator, making the car go faster.
"Besides, my parents aren't home today! You won't even see them!"
"Aunt and Uncle aren't home?"
Qin Chuan showed a regretful expression, but in his heart, he was already greatly relieved. Fortunately! Fortunately!
Just then, the sports car stopped. Yang Conglong said to the woman in the passenger seat, "You can get out here. If I drive any closer, I'm afraid I'll run into your husband!"
Qin Chuan, who had been bored in the back, immediately became interested. Damn it! This is too exciting!
"Look at you being so timid. I'm not afraid, why are you?"
The woman seemed a little displeased, with a long face.
"Be good, I'll come find you after I'm done!"
Yang Conglong kissed her on the lips. The woman's anger turned to joy, but as she got out, she shot Qin Chuan, sitting in the back, a fierce glare.
Her look seemed to say, "Everything that happens today is your fault."
Qin Chuan felt incredibly awkward and quickly made a gesture of apology.
"Come on, sit in the front!"
Yang Conglong beckoned.
Qin Chuan moved to the front passenger seat, took out a cigarette and offered one to Yang Conglong, then lit one himself.
"Brother Long, you're living quite a thrilling life now!"
"It's alright, I don't have many strengths, but I'm benevolent. I like to bring joy, warmth, and passion to some lonely and cold older sisters."
Yang Conglong said with a smile.
"Awesome, I truly admire you!"
"As the saying goes, 'Youth doesn't know the charm of aunts, mistaking young girls for treasures.'"
Qin Chuan subconsciously uttered a phrase that was popular online in later generations.
"Hahaha!!!"
Yang Conglong clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes shining.
"Qin Chuan, your description is simply brilliant, you're my soulmate!"
"What's so great about those immature young girls? They have no skill, no figure, yet they're so proud and only have your wallet in mind. How can they compare to mature women!"
"They're considerate, gentle, and know how to have fun. They might even give you money!"
Qin Chuan gave a thumbs-up: "That's a perfect statement! I agree!"
For a moment, the car was filled with a chorus of lewd laughter.
Thus, unknowingly, the sports car entered the villa area that Qin Chuan had visited once before.
Qin Chuan became a little nervous again because he didn't know if Yang Zimo was there. If she was, what would be the first thing they would say to each other?
Under Qin Chuan's anxious state, the sports car stopped.
"Get out, this is my home!"
Yang Conglong said.
"This villa is so beautiful, it has three floors, and it's probably worth over ten million!"
Qin Chuan exclaimed.
"It's alright, housing prices have gone up recently! It should sell for ten million."
Yang Conglong replied, and while speaking, he took out his key and opened the door.
Qin Chuan's gaze fell on a corner of the yard where various flowers and plants were arranged: purple magnolias, reeds, gardenias, carnations, and more, all in vibrant colors.
These must all be the work of Teacher Yang Zimo. The large yard was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and Qin Chuan couldn't help but inhale deeply, as if feeling Teacher Yang's presence.
"Come in, no one is home today, my parents and my sister are all out."
At this moment, Yang Conglong's voice broke Qin Chuan's reverie.
"Zimo isn't here?"
Qin Chuan, who had been nervous, immediately felt a wave of disappointment upon hearing this. His emotions were truly complex.
Humans are such contradictory creatures. He was clearly nervous about meeting the person in his heart, but when he couldn't meet her, he felt immense disappointment.
"No, my mom called her to go for a beauty treatment today!"
"Make yourself comfortable, there's anything you want to drink in the fridge. I'm going upstairs to my room to find that account and password!"
Yang Conglong left Qin Chuan alone in the spacious living room and quickly went upstairs.
Qin Chuan surveyed the villa's interior with a single word: luxurious!
The living room alone was over a hundred square meters, extremely spacious. The carpet on the floor was imported from Germany, a brand Qin Chuan recognized.
The huge crystal chandelier, shaped like a blooming lotus, was also imported from Italy and likely cost no less than ten thousand US dollars.
On the first floor, there was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom, presumably for a nanny.
The entire villa had a duplex structure, with a dark red mahogany spiral staircase, spotless and gleaming.
Qin Chuan merely touched it and knew it was oak. The use of expensive oak throughout the three-story villa could no longer be described as merely luxurious.