Lu Jiaxin had a fixed menu every time she dined on French cuisine, and this time was no exception.
After Feng Qinglei dismissed the waitress, he looked at Lu Jiaxin intensively, "Miss Lu, next time you trade stocks or foreign exchange, could you please include me as well?"
Nie Zhan, coming to her defense, said, "Don't even think about that. Jiaxin has promised me she'll stop trading forex and stocks."
Lu Jiaxin replied with a smile, "There's an old saying in the Mainland that goes well, 'It is a waste of youth not to be a bit crazy.' Shorting the Hang Seng Index—the madness of it—is something I feel is enough just once. Doing it a few more times could leave someone unable to recover."
Feng Qinglei was astonished, "So, you're really not going to dabble in forex and the Hang Seng Index anymore?"
