Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 93 No House Female Match _1

Zhang Yu knew this news could definitely intimidate Zhang Xin; that person would definitely not come to make a fool of themselves again.

That person just wanted to gain everything without giving anything in return, never even considering reciprocation, let alone letting Zhang Shouhua and his wife take on joint responsibility.

Perhaps Zhang Xin was ruthless enough to incite Zhang Shouhua and his wife to sign the papers, but she also knew that Zhang Shouhua would absolutely never agree.

Zhang Shouhua despised borrowing money, even interest-free loans, and he wouldn’t accept them, let alone ones with so much interest.

Of course, if under Zhang Xin’s tantrums, Zhang Shouhua eventually gave in and agreed to sign the agreement, Zhang Yu really didn’t care.

Sign the agreement quickly, get it notarized, then have the bank freeze the property, hmph, in any case, she would certainly take all the necessary precautions.

Zhang Shouhua had principles, but Du Xia and her daughter Zhang Xin lacked any principles whatsoever, and he couldn’t withstand the various schemes of this mother and daughter duo.

When the time came, they’d secretly sell the house, transfer assets all over, and it would be devastating.

Zhang Yu contacted Wang Yun, who was out of town, that night, and told her about what had happened with Zhang Xin that day.

Although they were mother and daughter, she was used to consulting Wang Yun about things, having done so since she was a child, and it was still the same now.

Wang Yun, "I just realized why Zhang Xin was asking me online if I had prize money from the competition and how much it was."

Wang Yun was of course surprised. After becoming Zhang Yu’s daughter, aside from Zhang Yu herself, only the couple Zhang Dagu contacted her occasionally; none of the others had.

For someone who had never been in touch to suddenly reach out, how could she not be startled?

Wang Yun, "And she also asked what major I studied in college."

See, that person doesn’t trust others. She went to ask Wang Yun, and Zhang Yu could guarantee that, even if the question was answered, that person still wouldn’t believe it.

Zhang Yu curled her lips and after thinking for a while, said, "So what did you tell her? Does she believe you’re going to major in finance in the future?"

Wang Yun, having followed in Zhang Yu’s footsteps, had seen her share of big events and encountered even worse people. To her, someone of Zhang Xin’s caliber was nothing to be concerned about.

Wang Yun, "I told the truth and said that if she didn’t believe me, I had tax returns to prove it. As for the major I plan to study at the university, I said it’s definitely not finance."

Wow, even the tax return came out. Zhang Yu expressed that the kids nowadays, like Wang Yun, really are something else.

Being able to use a tax return as proof of income, even if you don’t know how much exactly, means at the very least it’s an annual income over a hundred and twenty thousand.

For a kid still in school to have that income could definitely shut Zhang Xin up completely.

Zhang Yu sent a few thumbs-up emojis to praise Wang Yun, "Right, just like that. Don’t be polite to her, talking about investments and stuff."

Zhang Yu, "Talking about reciprocating in some way, please, who do they think they’re fooling? Having been relatives for so many years, don’t I know them well?"

Zhang Yu, "Expecting them to be grateful and to reciprocate, I might as well focus on enjoying good food, good drink, and good clothes."

Zhang Yu, "In short, no matter what anyone else says, just ignore them."

Zhang Yu worried that, after going back, Zhang Xin might complain to Du Xia. Oh, how the loving-hearted mother Du Xia would certainly try to regain some dignity.

Not daring to confront her directly, she would definitely look to cause trouble for Wang Yun. Although knowing the latter wouldn’t be afraid at all, Zhang Yu was still a bit concerned.

Wang Yun, far away in another place, looked at all the words full of worry from Zhang Yu and wanted to say, really, she wasn’t that weak.

But she enjoyed Zhang Yu’s care more, even though she was independent enough, she liked having someone care about her.

Wang Yun hung up the phone, tomorrow she would participate in the competition, which was very important, as it would play a significant role in boosting her university applications.

Originally, she didn’t graduate from high school early, intending to follow the normal path and savor the days before turning thirty while still being with Zhang Yu.

However, thinking of those relatives’ remarks and Zhang Xin’s attempt to morally blackmail Zhang Yu, Wang Yun decided she needed to teach Zhang Xin a lesson.

She didn’t think she was that great, the undergrad finance major from a prestigious domestic institution, and pursuing her graduate studies abroad at renowned universities, eventually securing a job on Wall Street in investment banking.

In short, her future was incredibly bright, and one could sense the full extent of her pride from the messages she sent.

Even though Wang Yun was just a high school student and didn’t plan to study finance or work in investment banking, she knew it wasn’t that hard to get into the field.

But was it really that easy to gain a foothold in investment banking?

If it were that easy, there wouldn’t be so many people leaving the sector.

Regardless of whether she worked in investment banking or just earned a salary in the financial sphere, she would let Zhang Xin know in the financial world that a professional was no better than a part-timer.

Yes, that’s right, ever since she was young, Wang Yun watched Zhang Yu work the stock market and would ask questions out of curiosity, effectively studying candlestick charts from a young age.

But as a child, it was all about observing and researching; she never got involved in the stock market aside from being too young and not having the money to invest.

It wasn’t until she reached middle school that, with Zhang Yu’s consent, she began investing in a small section of Zhang Yu’s stock market account, with returns being calculated at the end of each month.

When she was old enough to have her own account, Zhang Yu promptly opened one for her.

All in all, without boasting about her earnings in the stock market, she at least secured enough to cover her living expenses abroad for several years, provided she didn’t spend extravagantly.

Of course, once she was abroad, she had to dabble in the foreign stock markets, ready to put Zhang Xin to the test and see who was more impressive—the professional or the amateur.

As Wang Yun thought of this, sleepiness swept over her. Rest up, rest up, for only with rest could she go farther.

Zhang Yu had no idea that the young girl was already contemplating how to win back face for her; she was genuinely very busy.

She had to study both the domestic and international stock markets to earn her retirement funds, especially since she was about to buy property and shops.

Yes, that’s right; they had already discovered she was planning to buy properties, but they hadn’t found out she was also eyeing commercial spaces.

Based on the original owner’s memory, commercial spaces in that community were in high demand. Unlike many other communities with struggling commercial areas, the business in this community was thriving.

Knowing such valuable information, Zhang Yu, the money-making devil, could not miss the opportunity—she had to secure it.

With this commercial property as a foundation, Zhang Yu felt reassured about her retirement life.

Properties were attractive, and so were the shops, but unfortunately, acquiring both required a substantial sum of money.

Houses could be mortgaged, but shops had to be bought outright, putting the otherwise comfortably wealthy Zhang Yu under considerable pressure.

"I still need to work hard to make money," she thought.

Zhang Yu was contemplating whether she could ease up a bit with all the money in the bank and her stocks and funds in the stock market.

But when faced with the amount needed to buy the properties, it made her feel broke once again. Alright, she needed to strive for more money; she wasn’t at the age where she could relax yet.