Chapter 1381: Chapter 511: I Am the Evil Nanny (Part 13)_2

"The student council is pretty good too. I have a student who’s the vice-chair, she’s in International Finance. I’ll send you her WeChat later. If you need anything, you can ask her for help!"

"Also, we have an international economic discussion meeting, mainly attended by juniors and seniors. Occasionally, there’s a chance to intern at the stock exchange. If you have time, you can come see it!"

Teacher Seo said while adding Zhao Yan on WeChat!

"Great, thanks, Senior Brother Seo! I’m really interested!"

Securities, stock trading!

These are among the fastest ways to make money.

Back in the days when Zhao Yan was troubled by money, she used to fantasize about "quick wealth overnight."

Buying lottery tickets, the odds are too low; winning is as unlikely as a daydream.

Stock trading seems to be more achievable.

But Zhao Yan hadn’t really delved into this field, and her understanding came from dorm chats and classmates’ gossip—

Some classmate knows stock trading, made several thousand in a few days;

One of our college professors made enough for a car from stock trading...

Hearing it often, Zhao Yan was tempted too.

If her real mother hadn’t married Professor Qiao, and Zhao Yan still needed money to boost her "identity," maybe she would rush into stock trading to make money.

But stock trading, without a bull market, truly requires professional knowledge.

A Xiao Bai going in blindly, that’s just one word—death!

At that time, even though Zhao Yan really craved money and wanted shortcuts, she retained a basic sense of rationality.

Now things are different, not only does she no longer desperately need money, she also has a more professional "Senior Brother" for guidance.

Zhao Yan hurriedly added Teacher Seo on WeChat, quietly thinking, once the holiday is over, she’ll go check out that international economic discussion meeting when back at school.

She had spent all her saved money on buying a smartphone.

But now that her real mother married Professor Qiao, Professor Qiao and his two children all gave her meeting gifts.

The Qiao Family didn’t flaunt, directly sending Zhao Yan red envelopes.

Three people together, totaling fifteen thousand.

And at today’s wedding banquet, Qiao Zhenbang introduced her to various uncles, aunts, senior brothers, and sisters, all of whom gave her red envelopes.

Not exaggerated amounts, but it added up. Zhao Yan, during a toilet break, discreetly counted it, surprisingly totaling one to two thousand.

... Zhao Yan’s little cash stash now held over thirty thousand.

This is no small amount of money.

Money isn’t the main point!

The most "dream-like" thing for Zhao Yan is she got to know so many people.

Leaving aside the professors, experts, or big bosses who clearly seemed powerful, even those especially friendly senior brothers and sisters were people she usually admired.

And all of them added her on WeChat, all expressing they would keep in touch.

Especially a few students doing grad studies with Professor Qiao, they treated her with such diligence.

This change in identity is particularly significant to Zhao Yan’s mindset.

For a moment, Zhao Yan felt she truly was no longer the little girl from rural roots, with a nanny mom.

But rather, a moon among stars, the little princess under the spotlight!

The wedding banquet wasn’t big, just thirty to fifty guests, with three to four tables of feasts.

Yet, everyone was remarkable, treating Zhao Yan and her mother with great courtesy and warmth.

Zhao Yan experienced "respect" like never before, also witnessing true worldly experience—

Not about wearing branded clothes, flashy jewelry, and watches, but a confidence and pride emitted by every word and act of the superiors.

No empty talk, but substantive conversations.

In such an environment, Zhao Yan finally felt the disparity in social classes, the gap in cognition.

She finally realized how ridiculous it once was for her to force understanding and try to fit into others’ circles.

That was still just within campus, without much stake involved.

Among classmates and dorm mates, the relationships were relatively simple, no need to excessively mind family background, flatter or please, all were carefree, vibrant university students.

In her enthusiasm, Zhao Yan ended up falling short.

Those who know nothing fear nothing, lacking ones are especially vain... Going through the wedding banquet, Zhao Yan suddenly understood a lot!