214: Chapter 213 Two Hundred and Eighty Million

Chen Tong took the prescription and went to the pharmacy on the first floor to pick up the medicine.

Chen Fan, meanwhile, followed her the whole way while carrying Su Mian in his arms.

The scent of jasmine on her, mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant, was indescribably unique, yet very pleasant.

When they reached the car, Chen Fan opened the back door and carefully placed Su Mian inside. Chen Tong also got in from the other side carrying the medicine, closed the door, and placed the bag of medicine by her feet.

Chen Fan started the car, drove out of the hospital, and headed toward the school.

Arriving at the school gate, Chen Fan parked the car and turned off the engine.

He glanced back at Su Mian and asked, "Let me carry you in."

Su Mian shook her head. "No need, I can walk."

Chen Tong also chimed in, "That's right, Xiao Fan, just leave it to me."

Chen Tong spoke and carefully helped Su Mian get out of the car.

Chen Fan also pushed open his door, got out, and walked around to the other side to help.

Chen Tong waved her hand. "Xiao Fan, you don't need to worry about it. Just head back early. We'll walk slowly; it's not far."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Chen Fan asked.

"No problem."

"Alright, then I'll be going." After saying that, Chen Fan opened the driver's side door and got in.

"Mm, bye-bye." Chen Tong waved her left hand, which was holding the bag of medicine. Su Mian, realizing it a beat late, hurriedly waved too.

Chen Fan started the car, made a U-turn, and drove away.

...

That evening, Chen Fan was lying on the sofa resting after a shower.

His phone chimed with a message notification.

He picked it up to take a look; it was a message from Chen Tong.

[Chen Tong: Xiao Fan, Su Mian asked me to thank you.]

[Chen Fan: Why didn't she tell me herself?]

[Chen Tong: She said she doesn't have your contact information.]

Seeing the message from his cousin, Chen Fan couldn't help but laugh.

She didn't have his contact information?

Thinking about it carefully, it really was the case. He had met Su Mian several times, but always because Chen Tong was present.

They had talked, eaten together, gone hiking together, he had carried her to see a doctor, and carried her into the hospital, but when he really thought about it, they had never actually exchanged phone numbers.

Just as Chen Fan was about to reply, Chen Tong sent another message: [I gave her your phone number and QQ. Keep an eye out for a friend request.]

Not long after, a message popped up on Chen Fan's QQ: a friend request with a profile picture of a plush bear. The verification message simply read: "I am Su Mian."

Seeing this, Chen Fan clicked accept immediately.

[Su Mian: Thank you for today.]

[Chen Fan: Is your foot feeling any better?]

[Su Mian: Much better, it's not very swollen anymore.]

[Chen Fan: Really? Is the medicine that effective?]

[Su Mian: Really, do you want to see?]

Seeing the message Su Mian sent, Chen Fan couldn't help but cough twice. Was this something he was allowed to see?

Just as Chen Fan was about to refuse, he saw Su Mian send another message. [Su Mian: I'll send you a photo.]

In the photo, she was wearing light gray lounge pajama pants, with the cuffs rolled up to her calves, revealing a stretch of fair calf and ankle.

The redness and swelling on her ankle had mostly subsided. Although there was still a little puffiness, the original contour was visible, and the slender curve was revealed once again.

The top of her foot was fair, her toes were rounded, and there was no nail polish—it was clean and neat.

Seeing that it had indeed gone down quite a bit, Chen Fan typed a few words on the screen with his finger. [Chen Fan: It really is much better. Get some rest early.]

[Su Mian: Mm, okay. Good night.]

[Chen Fan: Good night.]

...

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. Before he knew it, it was March 11th.

Early in the morning, Chen Fan began selling off the stocks he held, one transaction at a time.

This stock was the last one Chen Fan had bought, and it had been rising for several days; the market fervor had been completely ignited.

Chen Fan's large-scale sell-off was immediately snapped up by others. As soon as the shares were put up, they were swallowed up in one bite. The price didn't fall; instead, it kept climbing.

The stock trend provided by the system only lasted until today; it was completely uncertain whether it would rise tomorrow.

Based on experience, the probability of it continuing to rise was high, but he couldn't take that risk.

Two hours later, all the stocks Chen Fan held had been sold off.

He looked at the number on the screen, feeling a sense of unreality. 280 million.

That's right, after a month of effort, the final market value of Chen Fan's stocks had not only exceeded 100 million, but reached 280 million—just shy of 300 million.

After deducting the principal of 70 million, he had earned a full 210 million—a triple return.

After calming down, Chen Fan began the process of transferring the money from his securities account to his bank card.

He opened the trading software, found the "Bank-Securities Transfer" portal, and transferred out all the funds, leaving only a negligible balance.

Soon, his phone chimed with a text message notification: 280 million had arrived in his bank account.

Only at the moment the money arrived did Chen Fan truly feel at ease. No matter how large the numbers in a securities account were, they were just numbers; only the money lying in his bank account was truly his.

Just then, a system notification suddenly rang in his mind. [Wealth points received: 280 million.]

[Accumulated wealth points reached 100 million, wealth store upgrading.]

The two notifications instantly perked Chen Fan up. He hurriedly tried to open the wealth store, and sure enough, it indicated that it was upgrading, with an upgrade duration of 30 minutes.

He was a bit surprised—he had thought the wealth store would always look like that and never change; he hadn't expected it to upgrade.

He wondered what the upgraded wealth store would be like and what new things it would have.

While waiting for the upgrade, he leaned back in his office chair, his mind filled with all sorts of thoughts.

He now had over 200 million. What could he do with so much money? Once this thought popped up, he couldn't suppress it.

Buy a house or a car? He already had one place in Qujiang, which was enough to live in, but he could consider buying a villa—the detached kind, with a yard and a garage, a garden in the front and back, so he could go stay there on weekends.

Although he already had a Porsche, he wouldn't mind having more. A man's garage is always missing one car, just like a woman's wardrobe is always missing one piece of clothing.

But even if he added all that up, it wouldn't cost much—at most a few tens of millions.

What about the rest of the money? Put it in the bank and live off the interest? A few million a year, no worries about food or drink, not needing to do anything, and money coming in every day when he opened his eyes.

Chen Fan suddenly had a thought—could he just lie flat now?

With over 200 million in cash, in 2011 Chang'an, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it "ceiling-level money."

No worries about food, clothing, housing, or transportation; he could buy whatever he wanted, go wherever he wanted. This was probably the ultimate goal most people strived for their whole lives, right?

But he quickly calmed down. Although this was a lot of money, it would eventually run out.

200 million sounds like a lot, but if he did nothing and only spent without earning, ten, twenty, thirty years... one day it would hit bottom.

More importantly, in this life, Chen Fan didn't want to lie flat anymore. At least, he didn't want to lie flat right now. He also wanted to achieve something.