Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 719 - 720: This is Just Basic Training 2400 Words
As it turns out, Uncle Bo was quite lethal to women. His black shirt, paired with his impeccable appearance and impressive expressiveness showcased in one issue of a world magazine, was enough to captivate the majority of women worldwide. Moreover, being the prototype for Da Hui, it drew them into cinemas in droves.
The media hailed Professor Bo as a walking hormone. Da Hui fever once again swept the globe, which infuriated Gu Mingqiu, who complained to Song Jia, "She only knows these crooked ways."
Song Jia, sitting on the couch, glanced at Gu Mingzhu and smiled indifferently. "That’s her own skill."
Gu Mingzhu approached, whispering, "Beauty, have you noticed? The box office for ’Da Hui’ has been surpassing ’Speed 9’ for days now. The difference is 200 million a day! Do you have any idea what that means?"
"And what about her initiative allowing all homeless children globally to watch ’Da Hui’? This was a blatant attempt to gain popularity!" It enraged Gu Mingzhu, yet she was helpless.
Song Jia squinted, noting that Ai Mi’s stock had begun to drop. The current market situation was unfavorable to the box office, and investors weren’t optimistic.
As Gu Mingzhu continued to gripe, Song Jia gazed at her and calmly stated, "Mr. Bo will figure something out."
At this point, Gu Mingzhu cautiously spoke, "I heard that Ai Mi is under Mr. Bo’s name..."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she was scolded by Song Jia, "Shut up."
She glanced at Gu Mingzhu, silencing her immediately.
Song Jia spoke again, "Make sure you don’t spread this around."
Gu Mingzhu nodded in agreement.
Truthfully, Song Jia didn’t particularly like Gu Mingzhu, so she soon dismissed her.
As soon as Gu Mingzhu left, Bo Qing descended leisurely from upstairs. Song Jia glanced at him, her expression almost infatuated. "Senior Brother."
Bo Qing nodded softly, sat down, and lit a cigarette. "How’s the stock situation?"
Song Jia pressed her lips. "Not good. It’s falling consistently, although it’s not very obvious yet. I’m afraid it will continue to drop in the coming days..."
Bo Qing reclined on the couch, looking up. "Can we hold out for another half a month?"
Song Jia couldn’t help but express her concern. "Senior Brother, you trust Gu Anxi too much. If she takes the money and then postpones, what will we do? Though Ai Mi’s foundation can’t be shaken yet, a lot of money has been invested. It wouldn’t be easy to recover if the stock value plummets."
Bo Qing chuckled lightly. "I understand her personality best. Once she agrees to something, she honors it."
Song Jia couldn’t restrain herself again. "But why did she agree so easily?"
Bo Qing looked at her quietly. "Anxi and I have always had a master-disciple bond. She’s always somewhat considerate of my requests."
A chill ran through Song Jia’s heart. After a moment, she asked, "You... you haven’t given up on her?"
Bo Qing’s expression immediately turned stern and sharp.
Thus, she knew her guess was correct. Indeed, he still couldn’t let go of Gu Anxi...
「Elsewhere, Little Gu sat in her office, happily chuckling at her laptop, and dialed Shen Congwen. ’Hold off for now. Let Ai Mi’s stock price dive a bit longer.’」
Shen Congwen whispered, "They’re buying in, probably afraid the price will drop too low."
Gu Anxi laughed. "They can’t absorb such a large volume, and they can’t keep it suppressed forever."
She hung up and resumed playing a game on her phone.
Old Mr. Bo approached her. "Is this how you do business? Tens of billions at the drop of a hat! Isn’t that a bit reckless? Feng Mian is a great investor. Why don’t you discuss it with him?"
The old man’s heart ached just thinking about it. All that money, like it’s flying in the sky! Casually talking about tens of billions without a wince... if this goes on, will it all be for nothing?
Gu Anxi continued to play with her phone. "Feng Mian? He’s busy dating. How would he have time for me?"
She looked up and smiled. "Feng Mian’s girlfriend is very pretty. She’s a beauty you could never get."
Old Mr. Bo feigned annoyance. "You’re just talking nonsense! I’m not interested in women."
Gu Anxi casually tossed a string of items onto the floor. Suddenly, four beautiful young women appeared... Old Mr. Bo stared, his eyes practically popping out.
「Back home at Si Garden in the evening, after dinner, Uncle Bo returned.」 He ate in the Orchid Room. The little nymph propped her chin on her hands, watching him with an utterly smitten expression.
Once Bo Xichen finished his meal and had it cleared away, he took the little nymph to his study. As she fidgeted in his lap while he tried to read, he put down his book and looked at her. "How is Ai Mi doing?"
Gu Anxi responded casually, "Oh, we’re just waiting to swoop in."
She leaned against him again, acting spoiled. "There’s an auction tomorrow. Will you accompany me?"
"Seen anything you want?" he looked down at her.
Gu Anxi hummed. "Everything looks pretty good."
Bo Xichen laughed. "Spendthrift!" He lightly patted her as a sign of approval.
The happy little nymph tumbled on the couch several times. Bo Xichen, flipping through his book, remarked, "Gu Anxi, how can you behave like this if you’re going to be a mom?" Where did that initial aloofness from when we first met go?
Gu Anxi retorted confidently, "I’m not pregnant."
Bo Xichen’s gaze fell on her face once again, his voice slightly hoarse. "That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not."
She instantly widened her eyes, looked at him, and meowed like a kitten, "Uncle..."
"Come here." He beckoned her over.
The obedient little nymph nestled in his arms, whispering, "But you never told me."
Bo Xichen gave a faint smile. "Well, now you know."
They could have a child at any time.
The little nymph said, "Oh," still obedient. "Then I’ll stop running around."
At this moment, she forgot about her previous plan of not wanting a child for the time being. If Uncle said they could have a child, well, that seemed pretty good too...
「Three days later, there was a significant watershed in the box office returns for "Da Hui" and "Speed 9".」
After half a month in theaters, "Da Hui"’s box office had reached 8.5 billion. Meanwhile, "Speed 9"’s performance had clearly declined as "Da Hui" captured most of the audience.
Gu Anxi had Shen Congwen ruthlessly buy low overseas. This move naturally attracted Bo Qing’s attention.
Bo Qing was in his private office, Song Jia sitting across from him. "Someone wants to short our stock," she said.
Bo Qing wore a stern face. "Then stabilize it."
Song Jia nodded. "I understand."
She suspected the person might be Gu Anxi, but she dared not say it.
At this point, they both felt that the other party intended to short Ai Mi’s stock, because the tactics were simply too aggressive.
Meanwhile, Little Gu was thinking: Sigh, I just want to make some money.
「A month later, as "Da Hui" concluded its theatrical run, Disney promptly withdrew the movie.」 Although its box office was still strong, Ai Mi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The stock price and box office projections began to rise.
「Three days later, Little Gu sat in her office, once again calling Shen Congwen. ’Start selling gradually. Finish it within three days.’」
Shen Congwen hesitated before asking, "Why three days?"
Gu Anxi replied confidently, "Oh, because I pulled a few strings. Another Hollywood blockbuster is about to premiere. If we don’t get out now, we’ll be stuck."
Despite being quite familiar with her, Shen Congwen was still taken aback.
Had she ever truly understood Anxi?
After hanging up, she told Zhou Yunchen about it. Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunchen replied nonchalantly, "That’s just Anxi’s standard operating procedure. You’ll get used to it the more you interact with her. It’s perfectly normal."
Shen Congwen stood there, bewildered. "Standard operating procedure?"
Thinking back now, it seemed perfectly logical that Zhou Yunchen had played her like a fiddle when she used to work for Gu Yuanshan.
Zhou Yunchen found her indignant expression amusing. He reached out and pinched her cheek. "It’s too late for regrets now. You’re already Mrs. Zhou."
Shen Congwen: ...
「On the other end, after Gu Anxi hung up the phone, she saw Old Mr. Bo’s eyes sparkling as he looked at her.」
She chuckled. "What’s up?"
