Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 709 - 261: Huang Han with Dual Doctorates

"Have you eaten?" Huang Han walked into the kitchen with some food.

Wang Xin, who was making tea, looked at the delicious food packed up and happily said, "Wow, that’s quite the spread! Did you just go out to eat with the boss?"

"Yeah, these are the leftovers, but we didn’t eat much. You don’t mind, do you?" Huang Han asked.

Wang Xin quickly waved her hands, grabbing a big lobster with one hand and biting into it with a crunch: "So tasty, do you think I’m that picky?"

"It’s good you don’t mind; it’s all yours."

"Wait a moment, I’ll go give some tea." Wang Xin ran out and returned shortly.

As she enjoyed the food, she winked and asked, "What’s the story here?"

"What story?" Huang Han feigned ignorance.

But her act didn’t fool her long-time familiar classmate.

Wang Xin hooked her two thumbs together, showing a smile that was indescribable in words: "Could it be like this?"

Huang Han seemed as if her secret had been exposed, nervously glanced outside like a startled rabbit, and then whispered: "Don’t speak nonsense; I’m afraid this hard-earned good job might disappear with just one word from you."

Regarding the good job her old classmate mentioned, Wang Xin indeed agreed.

Because this job was something to make others envious.

Especially for graduates of their medical major.

Why?

Because even if they graduated with a PhD and entered a nationally-renowned top-tier hospital, they couldn’t escape the horrifying three-year residency training period.

As medical students, the fear of residency training is well-known, right?

In those three years, receiving the lowest pay while doing the heaviest work: being on call at the hospital, and all the dirty and tiring jobs were theirs to handle, with no option to refuse. Why? Because those senior doctors would say: it’s all for your faster growth.

You don’t want to fail your three-year residency period, do you?

The residency training completion also needs an assessment, and this assessment right belongs to the hospital.

So naturally, those predecessors in the hospital have a lot of say.

It’s like the rationale behind free labor for advisors during graduate and doctoral studies.

"I used to think you were silly — everyone in the class group was complaining about your choice, saying how could someone as talented as you, with two PhD degrees, end up working as a secretary in a private company, but it turns out your choice was the most correct."

Wang Xin said with envy.

Indeed, Huang Han is a highly intelligent talent with dual PhD degrees.

Spanning both finance and medicine.

This is also the reason Sun Dasheng chose her at first glance.

Huang Han smoothed her hair and said lightly, "I realized during my undergraduate days that without a background, it’s tough for girls studying finance to stand out, unless... never mind, anyway, after knowing this truth, when choosing a master’s degree, I added a medical major, originally planning to further my studies to become a doctor, but things didn’t go as wished."

"So... in this world, you never know what you’ll end up doing until the end, but isn’t it quite interesting?"

Wang Xin chimed in: "Indeed, sometimes not seeing the road ahead is a kind of blessing."

"Like me, seeing my future life at a glance, there’s no expectation, it’s boring."

"I’m really envious of you — just graduated, and you’re already a millionaire with a clear path to promotion."

She said, raising her eyebrows toward the figure in the living room.

Huang Han was amused by her to the point of gritting her teeth, then picked up a large lobster and stuffed it into her mouth: "Hurry up and eat, I’m stepping out for a bit."

Then took out a chilled sour plum juice from the fridge, twisting her hips as she walked out.

"Here, we made this ourselves, not sure if it suits your taste." Huang Han placed the sour plum juice on the table.

Sun Dasheng took a sip with interest, finding it pleasantly sour and sweet, he happily said, "Is there more? Another glass, please."

"Sure, I’ll get it right away." Huang Han was a bit surprised that someone shared her taste?

She couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted; this was unexpected.

Because she had specially concocted this flavor for herself, it couldn’t be found on the market.

A little more sour, she thought he might not be accustomed to it.

Lunchtime arrived.

Huang Han kept checking her watch, but Sun Dasheng beside her remained unmoved, still chatting and laughing with her friend.

She was quite annoyed.

Because their topic of conversation turned out to be her embarrassing school stories.

"Mr. Sun, you wouldn’t know this, but back in school, our Huang Han was the pure bookworm type; I remember quite a few seniors and juniors sent her love letters, and even played guitar serenades under her dorm room window."

Wang Xin animatedly recounted, without any regard for the friend beside her.

Sun Dasheng listened with great interest, "Really? And what happened?"

"The result?" Wang Xin chuckled and looked at Huang Han.

"Why are you looking at me?" Huang Han frowned: "If you want to say it, just say it, it’s not something unspeakable."

"Then I will say it, but you can’t get mad." Wang Xin wanted her promise.

Huang Han was speechless, "I won’t."

"That day she wasn’t even in the dorm, that guy was completely throwing flirtations at a blind person, and..." At this point, Wang Xin nearly burst out laughing: "And Huang Han was in the crowd watching and cheering."

"Who knew that the gossip would end up being about herself?"

Having said that, she couldn’t hold back any longer and laughed out loud.