Chapter 4 — I stayed at the funeral home to study investment with the owner

One month later. My securities account balance: 312,847.62 yuan. From 15,000 yuan to more than 310,000 yuan. Twenty times. General Director Truong is truly a veteran of twenty years in the stock market. Although when he was alive, he lost more money than he gained. But after death— Judgment is so accurate that it's scary. Perhaps because the dead no longer have greed and fear, they see things more clearly. It could also be just a guess. But the results don't lie. 310,000 yuan. I paid off all my online loans, paid off my credit cards, and paid half a year's rent. I haven't touched the remaining money yet. Because the opportunity in the East of the city is still there. I have verified the information Chu Duc Hai said. Thinh Hoa Group is indeed in contact with that land. The owners of the premises really need to sell urgently. Only the last step is missing— Not enough money. The cheapest apartment is 800,000 yuan. I stood in front of the rented room window, calculating all day. Still missing 500,000 yuan. This matter has to be put aside for now. Because there's an even bigger headache— College reunions. The organizer was class president Trieu Loi, meeting at a hot pot restaurant in the city center. At first I didn't plan to go. What can a funeral security guard with a monthly salary of 4,500 yuan say at a class meeting?

“Ha Vien, what do you do now?”

“Ah, I work as a security guard at a funeral home.”

Then the whole table fell silent. Chopsticks float in mid-air. The sound of boiling hot pot water became the only sound. But Trieu Loi called me three times. At the end, he said:

"Ha Bing Bing is also there, and she's bringing her new boyfriend."

I replied immediately:

"What time? I'm coming."

It's not because of Ha Bang Bang. It's because I want her to know that after dumping me, she's not sure how much better her life will be. It's because of Ha Bang Bang. Hot pot restaurant, private room. When I arrived, there were more than a dozen people inside. Trieu Loi stood at the door to welcome me, looking at me from top to bottom. I wear a basic Uniqlo t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. No problem. But nothing outstanding.

"Ha Vien! Haven't seen you in half a year, you've gotten thinner."

“Just too busy.”

“Where do you work now?”

“A… service unit.”

“What service?”

Trieu Loi did not ask any more. I found a corner to sit down and started dipping the beef intestines. Ha Bang Bang sat diagonally across from me, next to her new boyfriend. New boyfriend's name is Hua Bac Van. He wore a Polo shirt, with a large Porsche logo hanging on his chest. Not a Porsche shirt. It's a Porsche car key right in my chest pocket. My hand that was picking up the tripe stopped a bit. Are you so afraid that others won't know that you drive a Porsche? Hua Bac Van proactively started a conversation with me:

“Hello, I am Bang Bang's boyfriend, currently working as a deputy general manager at an investment company.”

He smiled and held out his hand. I shook hands again, the oil on the chopsticks accidentally rubbed his hand.

“It's okay, it's okay.”

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Ha Vien, right? I heard Bang Bang talk about you. What are you doing now?"

The whole table was looking at me. Ha Bang Bang held a glass of water, her eyes pale.

“I work as a security guard at Vinh An Funeral Home.”

I choose to tell the truth. There was a period of silence as expected. Hua Bac Van's smile stiffened for about 0.3 seconds and then quickly recovered.

"Oh, it's fine. The job is stable."

He turned to his ear and said something to Ha Bang Bang, she whispered laugh. I'm so familiar with that smile. Her standard expression whenever she feels like something is childish. I bowed my head and continued to dip the tripe without speaking. Sesame sauce is a bit much. Hua Bac Van started showing off his investment achievements.

"This year my profit margin is about thirty-five percent. Not too high, but in the current market it's considered okay."

The person next to him immediately followed suit.

"Mr. Van is really great! How much is his annual salary now?"

“Salary is inconvenient to say.”

He waved his hand.

"Anyway, I just recently changed my car. Cayenne, cost about 1.2 million yuan."

When he said that, he looked at me. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose or not. But Ha Bing Bang actually laughed again. I continued to bow my head to eat hot pot. The beef tripe was dipped too long. So tough that I can't chew it. But I don't want to raise my head. Trieu Loi went to invite me to drink, and when he came to me, he asked a question:

“Ha Vien, how is life these days?”

"Do you have any plans? Civil service exam? Higher studies?"

"Not for now. Just do it first."