Luo Wenbing seemed afraid Xu Ye would change his mind. At noon the next day he tracked Xu Ye down to say the money was ready and ask when they would sign.

Xu Ye was privately ecstatic, but what he said was, "There's no rush, is there? Didn't we say three days?"

Luo Wenbing was going frantic. He couldn't wait to seize the whole school's fruit market, and one trip at noon wasn't enough — he came back again in the evening.

Xu Ye deliberately dragged it out a day before signing the contract with him.

The moment the two hundred and twenty thousand was in hand, Xu Ye moved it straight into the stock market, then turned to Zhang Xinzhou. "I'll give you your share at the end of June. I'll add a bit of interest on top."

Zhang Xinzhou knew that any money Xu Ye had went into the market. He asked a few more questions, and hearing Xu Ye swear blind that stocks would keep climbing, he not only made no push for his share — he handed over the two hundred thousand he had been saving for a car and asked him to trade that too.

Xu Ye was hardly going to refuse. Over four hundred thousand between them, worked at two-to-one leverage, meant more than 1.2 million yuan going into the market. At a time like this a pig could make money in stocks, let alone Xu Ye, who already knew which way every industry was going for the next ten years.

Once the transfer contract was signed, Xu Ye had Li Tongwen and Xu Wanying run a clearance sale, and in the blink of an eye it was Thursday.

After dinner that evening Yang Fei made himself Xu Ye's little tagalong. Wherever Xu Ye went, he went, plainly determined to stick to him.

Xu Ye knew he wanted company at the student union dinner that night, and deliberately didn't let on.

Bit by bit the sky darkened.

Only then did Yang Fei ask, "Xu Ye, it's about time. Shouldn't we be setting off?"

Xu…