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Just a cheaply packaged gift.

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On the morning of October 14th, Carl got up early as usual. He picked up his mobile phone and browsed today's financial news. The homepage had a line of black characters written in bright big characters.

- Crude oil prices plummeted.

Because the production cut agreement was announced to be broken, the price of crude oil has not only plunged, it can be said that it has collapsed.

He could imagine how much Raven had suffered. As a mathematics student, Raven had always believed that prices were quantifiable, but the financial market itself has a saying of random walks, especially when the future is unclear, and it is difficult for machines to judge.

He almost bought crude oil futures in large quantities last week. He couldn't help but be afraid. He wanted to thank Yan and walked to the door of the youth's dormitory and knocked on the door.

The door opened.

When he walked into the dormitory, his first reaction was that there were many philosophical texts, not only Latin, but also German, and the young man was unpacking a package sent from thousands of miles away from China.

It is not surprising to him that he knows many foreign friends, and his home always sends homesick traditional food or handmade gifts.

To his surprise, the contents of the package were neither food nor handicrafts, nor even from China.

In the package is an American calfskin notebook with a pink soft silk bow.

This is... export to domestic sales?

With surprise in his eyes, Carl asked curiously, "What a lovely book, did your lover send it?"

Yan Xueyiao looked away from the pink bow, and replied calmly, "Children at home."

Carl didn't ask any further questions. Yan's dormitory was all cool tones, and probably wouldn't be used with the taste of a young man. He thanked the crude oil futures and turned around and left.

Before leaving, he stopped and asked, "You should be able to make a lot of money by shorting futures this time. I take the liberty to ask, how much did you invest before?"

"not much."

The young man said something.

Carl can't help but feel a pity, but he put himself in his shoes and thought about it. People will always avoid risks subconsciously. Although he knows that the price of crude oil will decline, he would not dare to take out large-scale funds to go short.

When he opened the door, he heard the young man say again: "Five thousand dollars only."

Carl was stunned. Fifty thousand dollars was not much but not much, which meant that the profit this time was at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. He looked back at Yan, the youth's expression was still light, and he suppressed his inner shock and walked out of the dormitory. .

The young man just opened the calfskin notebook and drew a little cub who came over with the notebook in his mouth. When he was about to close the cap of the pen for a while, he lifted the pen and drew on the second page a boy with erect ears.

The boy's face was blank.

The author has something to say: notebooks for export to domestic sales

#baby loss#

Chapter 40

Yancheng, the old residence of the Yan family.

A typical Hui-style garden, the courtyard leads the mountains into the water and the winding paths lead to seclusion. The lake shoreline is as long as one thousand meters.

Lin Sinian pressed down and stepped into the entrance hall. It was not the first time for him to come here, but every time he came, he couldn't help slowing down to appreciate it. However, such a garden was only used by the Yan family when entertaining guests, so the background is evident.

Even though Yan Xuexiao was still abroad, and there was no trace of the Yan family, there was still an endless stream of people who came to He Sheng, and no one dared to have an opinion, because the current owner of the Yan family was Yan Zhao.

At this time, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties standing in the attic, and he took a while to realize that it was Yan Zhao.

Unlike his mother, Yan Zhao, who had a hard wrist, had a gentle face and always had a smile in his eyes. The tall Yan Ji around him looked more like the head of the family, but it was such a gentle and gentle person who led the Yan family. to its current position.

When he looked again, the crowd had already left.

His mother sighed on the side: "For a character like Yan Zhao, if the Yan family has another one, I'm afraid that they will be in full swing."

Lin Sinian hurriedly lowered his head. What he didn't dare to tell his mother was that Yan Xuexiao in the dream was worse than Yan Zhao.

There were many people in the main hall, so he took a glass of wine and went out to breathe.

When passing the side hall, he was suddenly stopped by a luxuriously dressed woman: "Are you Sinian? I'm your mother's friend, Xiaoshu came over to say hello to my brother, but your brother Sinian was admitted to Yanda Physics. Tie."

Ji Shu toasted him awkwardly.

Lin Sinian recognized Mrs. Shen. The Shen family was the richest man in the northwest, and it would not be enough to look at in Yancheng. He could only live in the side hall. He knew that his mother didn't like the Shen family, so he just nodded politely.

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered that Yan Xuexiao had asked Shen Chi last time. He didn't know why people from two different worlds would gather together, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is Shen Chi still going to school in Yancheng?"

Mrs. Shen obviously didn't expect him to ask this question. Her normally elegant and dignified face froze for two seconds, but she quickly regained her composure: "He went to school in Border Town No. 3 Middle School, the best school in Border Town."

Lin Sinian finally knew why her mother didn't want to see Mrs. Shen anymore. She knew where the border town was, and the best schools couldn't compare to any middle school in Yancheng.

Moreover, he had heard about the school of Biancheng No. 3 Middle School in his dream, and it closed down soon after. In addition to the countdown for further studies, the more direct reason was—