Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 720 - 721: Earning Some Money for the 3200-Word Dowry
Old Master Bo stared at her for a good while before finally speaking. "I’ve only found out today just how black-hearted you are."
Gu Anxi propped her feet up on the office desk, casually playing a game, and said nonchalantly, "Are you sympathizing with your brothers?"
After a pause, she added, "Isn’t money sweet? Besides, being kind to enemies is being cruel to oneself. Or do you want to give all our family’s money to others?"
The old master felt he was about to be convinced. After thinking it over carefully, he conceded, "That seems to be the case."
Gu Anxi continued to play her game.
Three days later, all eight accounts owned by Shen Congwen were wiped out completely. Ai Mi’s stock also continued to rise due to the box office success of *Speed 9*.
In this exchange, Little Gu directly made tens of billions from Ai Mi, the majority of which was paid for by Bo Qing.
As the stock price continued to rise, Song Jia stepped into Bo Qing’s office. "It seems Gu Anxi has kept her word. Ai Mi’s stock price has fully recovered over these few days."
Bo Qing smiled faintly. "I’ve said before, Anxi and I still have something of a master-disciple bond."
Song Jia immediately fell silent.
Another three days later, a major Hollywood blockbuster burst onto the scene, its release date moved up.
As soon as the news was officially announced, Ai Mi’s stock price plummeted off a cliff. The situation was too dreadful to witness. Bo Qing was overwhelmed with anxiety. Song Jia immediately flew overseas, but it was all in vain.
*Speed 9* flopped, breaking the legendary success streak of the previous eight films.
Ai Mi’s stock fell below the Growth Enterprise Market level. In one round of calculations, Ai Mi had lost tens of billions.
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While those on one side were fuming, Gu Anxi, on the other, was in high spirits.
The previously postponed land auction was rescheduled for tonight. Unfortunately, her Little Uncle had an important surgery and couldn’t make it. After much consideration, she finally invited Zhou Yunchen and Shen Congwen to accompany her.
Zhou Yunchen and Shen Congwen got along remarkably well, so much so that it made Gu Anxi grind her teeth in annoyance. She deliberately chose not to sit in the same row as them, opting instead to sit alone in the front row, waiting for the auction to begin. There were a few items she quite liked, especially a pair of cat’s-eye cufflinks once used by the British royal family, which she wanted to bid on as a gift for her Little Uncle.
Unfortunately, the auctioneer was the same one who had handled Luo Lin’s painting previously. Recognizing Gu Anxi seated below, he immediately came down to exchange a few words before returning to the stage to host.
His style was, as always, cloyingly enthusiastic and overly dramatic.
Gu Anxi wasn’t interested in the first few items. She turned, intending to ask Zhou Yunchen and Shen Congwen for their opinion, but then she noticed Bo Qing and Song Jia seated right beside her. Additionally, Gu Mingzhu and Min Xin were also present, though not sitting together.
So many familiar faces! Gu Anxi sighed lightly but said nothing, continuing to watch the auction.
Suddenly, Bo Qing, who was beside her, spoke. "What do you want?"
"Nothing I particularly desire," Gu Anxi replied. She just wanted to leave now; anywhere would be fine, even going to the hospital to wait for her Little Uncle.
Bo Qing’s voice was calm. "I saw you looking at several items on the list for quite a while."
Gu Anxi tilted her head, looked at the auctioneer on stage, and smiled. "Second Uncle, do you still have any money?"
Bo Qing smiled faintly. "I can still afford to buy you a few small gifts."
She just "oh"-ed in response.
Later, when an item she wanted came up, she would just look at it, not raising her paddle.
Bo Qing raised his. "800,000."
It was a small, antique-style flower vase. It was tiny but exquisite, perfect for adding a touch of charm to a bookshelf.
As soon as he made his bid, Zhou Yunchen immediately drawled, "1 million."
"2 million."
"3 million."
"5 million."
Bo Qing smiled. "Is Mr. Zhou also interested in this?"
Zhou Yunchen straightened his clothes and smiled lightly. "I’m buying it as a gift."
He lifted his chin slightly. "Our Anxi likes it."
Bo Qing still smiled. "What a coincidence. I’m buying it for my beloved disciple."
"Is that so? Then we must certainly compete for it." Zhou Yunchen turned to Shen Congwen. "Shall we offer 8 million?"
Shen Congwen appeared quite magnanimous. "It doesn’t matter. We made a good profit from the stocks this time anyway. Do as you see fit. As long as Anxi likes it, it’s fine."
His words infuriated Song Jia.
It was Gu Anxi and Shen Congwen who had colluded to siphon off a large sum from Ai Mi’s stock, essentially getting something for nothing. Ai Mi had originally shown promise, but when that Hollywood film was released, Ai Mi directly...
Now, her Senior Brother was even buying things for *her*!!
Song Jia was so jealous her face was practically contorting, but Bo Qing remained completely oblivious. In his heart, Song Jia had never truly registered. He considered her merely a subordinate, someone he would pay attention to when the mood struck, and that was all.
Zhou Yunchen raised his paddle. "8 million."
Bo Qing calmly stated, "10 million."
SOLD!
The auctioneer was ecstatic! Little Gu, associated with Luo Lin, was his lucky star! It looked like tonight would be another bountiful harvest.
Subsequently, he grew even more excited. Whenever an item Little Gu seemed to like came up, Mr. Bo Qing would spend a fortune to buy it. Back and forth, he spent over a hundred million in total without batting an eye, a true display of extravagant wealth.
The auction became Bo Qing’s one-man show, with Zhou Yunchen relegated to a supporting role.
After the auction concluded, Gu Anxi started to leave directly, but Bo Qing called out to her. "Anxi."
Gu Anxi stopped, her hands in her pockets. "Second Uncle, is there anything else?"
Bo Qing said softly, "Take these things back with you."
Gu Anxi looked at the large pile of items, selected one, and opened it. It was the pair of cat’s-eye cufflinks. She examined them for a moment, then tossed down a check for exactly 10 million.
"I’m buying this one."
Bo Qing grabbed her hand.
"Anxi." His voice was very, very low. "We need to talk."
The surroundings fell quiet, everyone watching them.
Even a fool could see that Bo Qing liked Gu Anxi, and it was just as clear that Gu Anxi did not reciprocate those feelings.
Gu Anxi gently pulled her hand away and smiled. "We really have nothing to discuss. If you’re asking about Ai Mi, then I can tell you: I did it. That includes arranging for that newly released film to impact Ai Mi’s stock price. Are you satisfied with that explanation, Second Uncle?"
Song Jia was seething. So, it really was Gu Anxi’s doing!
Bo Qing, however, was much calmer. After a moment, he gave a faint smile. "Truly my apprentice. Ruthless enough, leaving no leeway for your opponents."
Gu Anxi chuckled lightly. "It was Master who always taught me how to drive people to desperation."
With that, she turned and left, without a shred of reluctance.
Bo Qing stood there, watching silently. Song Jia, beside him, whispered, "Senior Brother, we can’t let Gu Anxi stay."
Bo Qing merely glanced at her.
She had managed to keep her comments brief there, but back at the villa, she couldn’t stop herself from speaking up again. "Gu Anxi will only oppose us. Because of her, we’ve lost tens of billions! Senior Brother, you can’t continue to be lenient with her!"
She had barely finished speaking when a slap sent her tumbling onto the sofa, the corner of her mouth already showing a trace of blood. Gu Mingzhu, who had followed them, was stunned.
This... Second Uncle Bo is this vicious?
Song Jia, coming to her senses, slowly rose and bowed her head. "I was presumptuous."
Bo Qing took a step forward, his voice soft. "Beauty, always remember your place. You are merely a stray dog I picked up off the streets."
A trace of humiliation flickered across Song Jia’s face. After a long moment, she replied in a low voice, "I understand."
Gu Mingzhu, standing to the side, lightly provoked Song Jia. "We were both taken in, so how come there’s such a big difference?"
Bo Qing glanced at her but ignored her, heading straight upstairs.
After he left, Gu Mingzhu went over, intending to touch Song Jia’s face, but her hand was swatted away. "Don’t you be hypocritical! You must be thrilled, right?"
Gu Mingzhu looked at her fawningly. "Sister Beauty, I’m sorry. I didn’t know your background was so pitiful, that Second Uncle Bo actually picked you up. Oh, how pitiful."
Song Jia slapped her hard across the face. "What right do you have to pity me? Gu Mingzhu, you’re just a bastard child Min Xin didn’t want! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me here?"
Gu Mingzhu was stunned by the blow.
Song Jia, her anger still simmering, snapped, "Get out! And don’t let me see you for the next few days!"
The sight of Gu Mingzhu’s little face reminded her of Gu Anxi!
Gu Mingzhu covered her stinging cheek and said softly, "I just wanted to say, it’s not impossible to make Gu Anxi disappear... as long as Second Uncle Bo doesn’t find out."
Song Jia looked over at her.
Gu Mingzhu’s voice was quiet and filled with a fawning tone. "Second Uncle Bo is actually very charming. Don’t you want to be with him forever? But if Gu Anxi is around..."
She didn’t finish, but Song Jia understood her meaning.
Gu Mingzhu left. Song Jia sat there alone for a long, long time.
Perhaps Gu Mingzhu was right.
Only if Gu Anxi disappeared could Senior Brother truly be hers alone.
At the same time, Gu Anxi drove to the hospital. Just as she entered Bo Xichen’s office, he returned, a hint of fatigue on his face.
Gu Anxi felt a pang of sympathy and reached out to rub his shoulders. "Very tired?"
Bo Xichen smiled, sat down, and pulled her into his arms. "Was the auction fun?"
"It was alright." She took a pair of exquisite cufflinks from her bag and carefully fastened them onto his shirt. "Do they look good?"
Bo Xichen lifted his hand, then smiled. "This is all you bought?"
She hummed in agreement. "Just this. It cost 10 million, you know."
Then she put on an exaggeratedly pained expression.
He chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Well then, thank you, my dear."
Gu Anxi snuggled against his shoulder and whispered, "When are we going to have our wedding ceremony?"
Bo Xichen looked down at her. "Want to wear a wedding dress already?"
She exclaimed, "Bo Xichen!"
He hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm," he mused, "how about October?"
The Little White Rabbit didn’t speak. He glanced down at her and couldn’t help but smile. So she can be shy too.
Just then, a nurse came over. "Professor Bo, the patient is awake. Would you like to go see them?"
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Gu Anxi. Little Gu is truly so fortunate.
Hearing this, Gu Anxi climbed off his lap. "Little Uncle, you should go quickly. I’ll wait for you here, and we can go home together."
He patted her head, put on his white coat, and went to the patient’s room. Gu Anxi opened his computer and started playing a casual game. After a short while, her phone rang.
A glance at the screen showed it was Bo Qing calling.
Gu Anxi paused for a moment before slowly answering.
Bo Qing’s voice came through, calm and detached. "Anxi, I’m giving you a choice: Bo Xichen, or everyone in Beicheng."
Gu Anxi’s hand rested on the mouse, her voice equally cool. "Losing your composure like this isn’t your style, Master."
"I’m waiting for your answer," Bo Qing stated.
"I choose my Little Uncle," Gu Anxi said firmly. "If I don’t have my Little Uncle, what do the lives or deaths of others matter to me?"
Bo Qing’s heart sank bit by bit. After a long pause, his voice was hoarse. "You won’t regret this?"
