Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zheng Tong finally stopped laughing. He rubbed his cheeks, which were sore from laughing, and looked at Yuan Jun's butt again. This time, his eyes were more serious, as if he was conducting a serious medical examination.

Zheng Tong walked around Yuan Jun, poking the bruises with his fingers from time to time, muttering to himself, "Hey, Yuan Jun, there are so many needle holes on your butt, more than eight, right? My friend, your bruises are almost like a map, the nurse was too harsh. Did you train all the new nurses in the hospital?"

When Yuan Jun heard this, he sighed even more, as if the whole world had turned gray. He frowned and said with a look of grievance, "That's right, man, I'm really unlucky today. Not to mention the young nurse in front, there was an older nurse behind me. I thought I should be relieved now, after all, the older ones should be more experienced. But I didn't expect that she also had to insert eight needles before inserting them. I've completely given up my butt to the hospital today."

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong burst into laughter again, almost laughing to tears. Zhong Yuemin laughed and joked, "Ha...ha...ha...ha...ha...Okay, Yuan Jun, since you have met me, just consider it as a contribution to the training of national medical personnel. You, your ass, have done a great job today!"

Zheng Tong also echoed. "Yes, yes, yes, Yuan Jun, you deserve praise. If the hospital holds a commendation meeting in the future, your ass will definitely win the 'Best Contribution Award'!"

When Yuan Jun heard this, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The expression on his face was uglier than crying. He rolled his eyes helplessly and cursed, "Fuck you! You two bastards, do you have any sympathy? My buddy is in so much pain now, and you are still gloating here." As he spoke, he rubbed his butt with his hands, as if trying to relieve some of the pain.

Seeing Yuan Jun's painful expression, Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong realized that their joke might have gone too far, so they hurried over to try to comfort him.

Zhong Yuemin patted Yuan Jun's shoulder gently and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, Yuan Jun, we are just joking with you. Don't be so stingy, it's just a few injections. Besides, this is a blessing in disguise for you! In the future, when you go to the hospital for treatment, you will definitely enjoy VIP treatment. Those beautiful nurses will definitely not dare to use you as a training target anymore."

Zheng Tong also nodded in agreement. "That's right, Yuan Jun, you're famous now. The nurses in the hospital will remember you as the 'needle eye master'. But to be honest, you still need to have a good rest. When your wound heals, we can go out for a big meal together to celebrate your 'rebirth'!"

After hearing what Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong said, Yuan Jun was still a little depressed, but his mood had improved a lot. He smiled helplessly. "You two grandsons just make fun of me. But forget it, we are brothers after all."

The three of them smiled at each other and continued to tease each other. Amidst laughter and joy, this "needle-piercing adventure" finally came to an end.

On this day, the sun lazily sprinkled on the corridor of the Economics Department, giving the old wooden floor a faint golden glow.

Zhong Yuemin had just finished a class and walked briskly into the office with endless imagination about economics.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Xie Min sitting at the desk with a frown on her face, as if a mountain was pressing on her heart.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? You are always cheerful on weekdays, but what's wrong with you today?" Zhong Yuemin joked, trying to use a relaxed atmosphere to dispel the gloom on Xie Min's face.

Xie Min looked up when she heard the voice, and her usually gentle face was now full of worry. "Oh! I'm so worried." She sighed, her voice full of helplessness and anxiety.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin's curiosity was instantly ignited. "Oh! What's the matter? What can make our omnipotent Sister Xie so worried? Tell me about it, maybe I can give you some advice."

Xie Min looked at Zhong Yuemin. Her eyes, which were usually full of tenderness, were now flashing with a strange light, as if she had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"Xiao Zhong! How is my sister treating you?" Xie Min suddenly asked, with a hint of tentativeness and expectation in her tone.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned by the question, then a warm smile appeared on his lips. "That's great. Sister, you not only give me guidance in work, but also take care of me in life. I remember it all."

"That's good, that's good." Xie Min nodded gently, as if confirming something. "I'm in trouble, you must help me."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly came out from behind the desk, pulled a chair over and sat opposite Xie Min, and said seriously, "Sister, what are you talking about? We are like real siblings. How can I stand by and watch you get into trouble? Tell me quickly, what problem has stumped our omnipotent Sister Xie?"

"Xiao Zhong, can you exchange US dollars?" Xie Min suddenly asked another question, with a hint of eagerness and expectation in her eyes.

Zhong Yuemin rolled his eyes helplessly, thinking to himself: What's wrong with this elder sister today? She's so startled. But he still patiently answered, "Elder sister, how much do you want to exchange?"

When Xie Min heard Zhong Yuemin's question, a light of surprise instantly lit up her face, as if she had found a savior. "Xiao Zhong, can you really exchange it?" Her voice was full of disbelief.

Zhong Yuemin nodded slightly, giving a positive answer. Seeing this, Xie Min was so excited that she was a little incoherent. "Exchange 3000 US dollars, no, 1000 US dollars will do. Oh no, if it's convenient, 3000 US dollars will do!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at her anxious and expectant eyes, and without thinking, he replied directly, "3000 US dollars, there shouldn't be any problem."

Upon hearing this, Xie Min almost jumped up with joy and thanked him repeatedly. "Xiao Zhong, you are so kind! Don't worry, it won't hurt you. A leader's child is going abroad and is in a hurry to exchange money. If this is done, if you need any help in the future, just come to me!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at her confident expression and smiled faintly. He actually didn't have any special feelings towards US dollars, and besides being a bit of a nag, Xie Min was not bad to him.

"Sister, don't be so polite. US dollars are no big deal to me. I'm glad I can help. But you have to keep this a secret for me and don't let anyone else know." Zhong Yuemin instructed.

Xie Min nodded repeatedly and assured, "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret. Xiao Zhong, you are really my savior!"

Zhong Yuemin had a playful smile on his face. "Sister, given our relationship, I will definitely help if I can. However, since he is the leader's child, we have to do this beautifully and not give anyone any reason to talk about him."

Xie Min felt more at ease when she heard this, and she expressed her gratitude repeatedly. "Xiao Zhong, if this is done, the leaders will definitely credit you. By the way, do you need any procedures or materials? I'll prepare them right away."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand, signaling her not to worry. "As for the formalities, don't worry about them for now. I have my own channels, but you have to tell me when this leader's child plans to go abroad, so that I can make arrangements."

Xie Min thought about it. "It should be in the next few days. The specific date has not been decided yet. However, it is best to do it as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble."

"Okay, I got it. I'll send the US dollars directly to you at noon the day after tomorrow."

"Xiao Zhong, thank you so much! Don't worry, I will thank you very much when I have enough money."

Zhong Yuemin laughed and waved his hand. "Sister, please don't be polite to me. What is our relationship? It's my honor to be able to help you."

After saying that, Zhong Yuemin stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the office with big strides. Xie Min looked at his departing back, feeling grateful. She thought to herself, although Zhong Yuemin looked careless at ordinary times, he was quite reliable at critical moments.

In the blink of an eye, it's time for winter vacation at school again.

The sky is as blue as a crystal, and the sun occasionally shines through the sparse clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of warmth to this winter day.

There was no snow, which was great news for Zhong Yuemin. He never liked the biting cold in winter, let alone the chill that could almost freeze his bones when snowflakes were flying.

I secretly felt lucky, thinking that the snow this year would probably have to wait until the end of the year.

On the day of the holiday, the campus was filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere. The students were dragging their suitcases, carrying large and small bags, and their faces were filled with the joy of returning home.

Zhong Yuemin was no exception. He simply packed up his things and a few books he planned to read during the winter vacation and prepared to embark on the journey home.

As he walked out of the school gate, a gust of cold wind blew past, and he couldn't help but tighten his collar, muttering to himself: "The wind is so cold in the middle of winter, forget about riding a motorcycle, it's freezing me like a popsicle, and my face is numb from the cold." Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin decided to take the bus home obediently. Although it might take a little longer, it was better than freezing.

At the bus stop, several students who were also waiting to go home were gathered together, talking in low voices, occasionally looking up into the distance, looking forward to the arrival of the bus.

Soon, the unique roar of a bus was heard in the distance, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped steadily in front of the platform.

When the car door opened, a warm breeze mixed with a slight smell of gasoline rushed towards me, forming a sharp contrast with the cold air outside.

Zhong Yuemin followed the crowd onto the bus and found a seat by the window. Outside the window, the city scenery quickly receded, and his thoughts also drifted away.

At night, when the night was as dark as ink and the stars dotted the deep sky, Zhong Yuemin was sitting on the sofa at home, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, enjoying the rare tranquility. Suddenly, a rapid phone ring broke the tranquility.

"Hello! I'm Zhong Yuemin."

"Hello! Yuemin, there is a very important situation I want to tell you." There was a hint of urgency in Avril's voice, which came clearly through the phone line.

"Avril, don't be anxious. Just take your time to tell me what's going on." Zhong Yuemin took a sip of tea and tried to comfort her with his calmness.

Avril seemed to feel the comfort, her tone softened, and she continued, "Yuemin, since the signing of the Plaza Accord, the Japanese yen exchange rate has risen sharply, and the value of the land we bought in Japan has skyrocketed."

"Isn't this a good thing? Wouldn't our return on investment be greatly improved? What is there to worry about?"

"Hey, Yuemin, you think too simply." Avril sighed and continued, "The plots of land we bought are all in prime locations in big cities like Tokyo and Osaka, which has attracted a lot of attention. Many people have seen the business opportunities here and want to raise funds to get a piece of the pie. I estimate that in a few days, Takehara Masaki will come to you to discuss this matter."

"You can raise funds, but what's the valuation?" Zhong Yuemin asked calmly, with a faint smile on his lips. However, his mind was already like a sophisticated chess game, and he began to think about how to deal with the upcoming capital game.

Avril on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Ah? Yuemin, do you agree to the financing?"

"I asked you to ask this, why don't you agree?" Zhong Yuemin chuckled, with a bit of confidence and calmness in his tone. He knows very well that in this ever-changing capital market, financing is not just about obtaining funds, but also a contest about interests, power and the future.

"It's good if you agree. Now we are considering the issue of valuation." Avril's voice returned to calm. She was obviously used to Zhong Yuemin's vigorous and decisive style. "The valuation given by several major investment banks is 600 billion US dollars. What do you think?"

Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly. Although this number was not low, it was far from his expectation. "It's too low," he said lightly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone. "But there's no need to rush. We just need to know the number. I'm only going to do rounds A and B of financing. There's no need for round C. We'll go public directly after rounds A and B."

"Yuemin, what is your estimated valuation?"

"Well! We invested so much money, we have to at least triple it!"

"Ah? I don't think anyone would be willing to do this."

"Don't worry, just wait until someone is willing."

"I guess Takehara Masaki will bring people to discuss this matter with you."

"Then I'll go out and hide for a few days."

In the next few days, Zhong Yuemin shuttled between shopping malls, carefully selecting items needed for the New Year. Since his wife Zhou Xiaobai could not come home due to work, Zhong Yuemin decided to go to Henan to celebrate the New Year.

While preparing his luggage, Zhong Yuemin found that he had plenty of time, so he decided to use this time to practice calligraphy. He thought this was a good way to cultivate his character.

However, when Zhong Yuemin picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint on the rice paper, he found himself in some kind of dilemma.

"It's strange, why do I feel like the more I practice, the uglier my handwriting becomes?" Zhong Yuemin muttered to himself, frowning. He carefully looked at the words he had just written, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the specific reason.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be that my appreciation level has improved? That's why I'm never satisfied with anything I write?" As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh.