Chen Cheng finished writing, turned around, and looked at the fifty-plus people in the classroom.

"Every point here can be applied to an individual."

"Students who are interested can write them down and think about them carefully."

After saying this, Chen Cheng finally began to talk about what he really wanted to teach in this class.

"Since it has already happened three times, what about the fourth time?"

"..."

Chen Cheng had already begun using the lecture to lay a theoretical foundation for his own speculative behavior.

He had invested one billion US dollars, betting that the market would experience a sharp crash.

Naturally, he had to deduce this process according to the answer he wanted.

The possibilities of market surges and crashes, as well as the reactions of various assets and underlying targets.

He would provide an analysis for each of them.

Of course, he wouldn't keep promoting his own theory.

It would be enough if people later discovered that he walked his talk.

Chen Cheng wrote two completely different directions on the blackboard.

But Chen Cheng sneakily hid the accidental events.

"In short, one sentence: I don't predict the future, I only perform possibility analysis."

"Alright, class dismissed."

Chen Cheng smiled, "The students who answered questions just now can come over and collect their red envelopes from me."

Chen Cheng picked up his phone and sent the red envelopes.

500 each.

The four students who answered the questions were stunned when they saw the amount, not expecting Teacher Chen to be so generous.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen."

They bowed and thanked him, all beaming with joy.

Chen Cheng waved his hand, signaling them to get lost, as the master was going off work.

"Next time, we'll bring you coffee."

A few students walked away, laughing and joking.

Just as Chen Cheng was preparing to leave, a girl with a somewhat youthful face sitting in the front row walked over.

Chen Cheng smiled and asked her, "This student, do you have any questions?"

The girl pushed up her glasses and asked timidly, "Teacher Chen, are you the Chen Cheng from Zhencheng Capital?"

Chen Cheng was stunned; the photo in the magazine was quite different from how he looked now.

He hadn't expected to be recognized.

He didn't deny it, nodding, "It's me."

A glint flashed in the girl's eyes, and she was somewhat excited.

"Can you give me an autograph?"

Chen Cheng shook his head without thinking, "A photo together is fine, but no autograph."

As a cunning fox, how could he just give out his signature so easily?

However, the girl was even happier. Wasn't a photo together even better?

Seeing Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo walking over, the girl handed her phone to Jiang Nansun, "Classmate, can you help me take a photo?"

Jiang Nansun smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The girl stood next to Chen Cheng and made a peace sign, while Chen Cheng wore a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Nansun held the phone to take the picture, while Zhu Suosuo scrutinized Chen Cheng without any reservation.

After the photo was taken, the girl took back her phone and said to Jiang Nansun, "Thank you."

She then turned her head and nodded at Chen Cheng, "Thank you, Teacher Chen."

Chen Cheng curled his lips slightly, "You can't tell anyone else about your little discovery."

The girl suppressed her smile and nodded quickly, "Teacher Chen, don't worry, I promise to keep it a secret."

Chen Cheng waved his hand.

The girl turned and walked out of the classroom.

Zhu Suosuo looked at Chen Cheng and asked suspiciously, "What little discovery? And why can't you tell anyone?"

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, looking Zhu Suosuo up and down.

Have to admit, she was indeed beautiful.

Long legs, oval face.

Her slender, peach-blossom eyes were the most alluring, and every glance was full of charm and allure.

It was no wonder she never lacked simps around her; from Luo Jiaming, Yang Ke, Xie Hongzu, Fan Jingang, to Ye Jinyan, which one of them wasn't a simp for Zhu Suosuo?

Before Chen Cheng could speak, Jiang Nansun spoke first, "He is the founder of the very popular Zhencheng Capital."

"What is Zhencheng Capital?" Zhu Suosuo's eyes widened, not quite understanding, "Is it very popular?"

Chen Cheng had a smile on his lips; he hadn't expected Jiang Nansun to recognize him too.

Looking at the proud 'white swan' with a half-smile, "So, are you also here for an autograph?"

"Definitely not," Jiang Nansun said, lifting her neck proudly, "I just came to see if the person who could make it onto Time Magazine is a genius or a gambler."

Chen Cheng spread his hands, "Do you have a result?"

Jiang Nansun put her hands behind her back, fiddling with her fingers, showing an awkward expression, "Not yet."

Chen Cheng smiled, took a business card from his bag, and handed it to her, "Then let me know when you have an answer."

Jiang Nansun glanced at the business card in front of her, and before she could reach out, Zhu Suosuo had already taken it.

"Zhencheng Capital... Chen Cheng," Zhu Suosuo was a bit dazed; she had never seen a business card like this.

On the black gold card, there was only a name and phone number, while the back had a golden company logo and name.

Jiang Nansun shyly extended her hand to Chen Cheng and smiled, "Hello, Teacher Chen, I am Jiang Nansun, a third-year graduate student in the School of Architecture."

Zhu Suosuo immediately cast a sharp glance at her best friend's extended hand.

You're acting weird, you're acting very weird.

Chen Cheng curled his lips slightly, reached out, and gently shook Jiang Nansun's fair, small hand, "Hello."

"Did you see that, Handsome guy?"

A flush immediately rushed to Jiang Nansun's face, and she kicked Zhu Suosuo, who was holding her phone to add the phone number.

"Oh?" Zhu Suosuo came back to her senses, her smile bright, and she blinked at Chen Cheng, "Handsome Chen, you're super handsome."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched; those flaming red lips, paired with that little look.

No wonder even Ye Jinyan was eager to be a simp for this girl.

This Zhu Suosuo really had a bit of a vixen-like charm about her.

Chen Cheng smiled, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."

Jiang Nansun forced a smile, "Okay, goodbye, Teacher Chen."

Zhu Suosuo raised an eyebrow and asked, "Handsome Chen, can I call you?"

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and nodded, "Of course."

He added to himself, "Just don't regret it."

Chen Cheng smiled, nodded at the two of them, picked up his bag, and left the classroom.

No matter how beautiful the little white flower was, it couldn't be picked just yet.

Jiang Nansun knew who he was and now had his contact information.

Even if she didn't call, Zhu Suosuo would.

Business first.

Chen Cheng left the classroom and followed the principal's assistant who was waiting at the door to the principal's office.

In the evening, Chen Cheng had a working meal in the school cafeteria with the principal and several deans and vice deans from the schools of Economics and Management, Mathematics and Science, Computer Science, and Artificial Intelligence.

They talked about employment, people's livelihoods, and macroeconomic issues.

He talked for a long time with the two deans of Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence about issues related to the cutting-edge field of Artificial Intelligence.

It was obvious that Chen Cheng's Boundary Exploration company would hire many graduates from these two schools in the future.

When Chen Cheng was leaving, he found the principal and proposed providing living expenses to impoverished students at the school.

The amount was tentatively set at 10 million per year, funded by Zhencheng Holdings.

The recipients would be selected through big data screening of students' spending in the school cafeteria.

It would be deposited directly into the students' cards, without public review or public selection, and only the subsidized students would be notified via text message.