After Su Jing left, the apartment became empty.

Joan got an internship at Morgan, and then moved out, choosing an apartment closer to the company to live alone, although the rent there is more expensive than sharing a house with Qinghuan and them, but Joan still chose there, one reason is that it is really convenient to work there, within walking distance, her own family is good, and she was able to become the president because her father donated to the school, so she didn't care about the cost of renting at all. The second reason is that everyone has always had a knot in their hearts because of the things that happened during the initiation ceremony, and they don't talk to each other much.

And David's summer internship company is in Los Angeles, so he moved to Los Angeles and won't come back until the end of the internship, so as soon as Su Jing left, the whole apartment was left with Qinghuan.

On a rare and clean night, Qing Huan took a bottle of cold beer, sat alone in the courtyard and drank slowly, from here you can also see the building with neon lights shining in the distance, colorful lights are intertwined, giving people a bizarre feeling, but full of fatal temptation.

She looked up at the billboards on the tall buildings, took a deep breath, and said silently: Wall Street, I'm coming. Then he drank the beer in his hand.

The internship officially began, Qing Huan was still working hard every day at the beginning, for fear that she would make some mistakes and cause ridicule from others, after all, most of the people here are either Wall Street elites or Ivy League students, but after she really began to integrate into the work, she felt that these people were just ordinary people, doing the same work as herself, and sometimes the submitted plans would be sent back and redone. It's not that just because it's from a prestigious school, there's really no mistake at all.

And after really working on Wall Street, Qing Huan also found that this place was actually a bit demonized excessively, of course, there is no shortage of celebrities and the children of those powerful here, but aside from this small number of people, most of them are actually from the American middle class, and the university is not an Ivy League school, many people graduated from public universities, and then went to work in some ordinary companies for a few years, and after accumulating contacts and resources, they moved to Wall Street and slowly rose to the position of company management.

However, it does cost much more time for this group of people to gain a foothold on Wall Street than those from prestigious schools, and Ivy League students graduate with these famous companies to recruit at the school, and they need to hone in other companies for several years before they can get the opportunity to work on Wall Street.

This is also the reason why some middle-level managers are almost too strict with students from prestigious schools who have just come to intern, and when they look at you, they seem to say, aren't you quite good? Aren't you an Ivy League graduate? To make such a low-level mistake? This is simply an unforgivable thing.

In the early hours of the morning, Qing Huan raised her head from a pile of data, rubbed her astringent eyes, and saw dozens of pages of PPT that had not yet been completed, and she had a feeling that she didn't know what year it was.

Just as she poured a cup of coffee to drink and was about to continue to work overtime, her mobile phone rang, and when she opened WeChat, she found that it was sent by Su Jing, it was some photos, a photo of her wearing a bikini, lying comfortably on a beach lounger, and a photo with White at the beach.

"This goblin. Qing Huan was speechless, hatefully put the phone on the desk, ignored her, and continued to bury herself in work.

Because you are the lowest intern, everyone in the company can send you work to do, and it is all some piecemeal, unskilled work, even so, you can toss people every day until the middle of the night, and when you work hard to give things to people, if you are found a little loophole, you will face unceremonious criticism.

Several times, Qing Huan felt that she was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry, and she hugged the document and burst into tears, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to insist.

When she returned to the apartment that day, it was already dark, she had to curl up on the sofa for more than three hours, when the alarm went off, silently hypnotized herself, this is all necessary, this is all necessary, just get through it, and then immediately go upstairs to take a shower, and continue to devote herself to the new day's work like a chicken.

On the way to work, Qinghuan received a message from Frank asking her to have dinner together in the evening.

"There was no time. Qing Huan refused without even thinking about it.

Who knew that after a few minutes, Frank replied with a reason that she couldn't refuse: Don't you want to stay in the company after completing your internship?

She shrugged her head in despair, God knows that she is indeed in urgent need of some useful experience and advice, this period of work in the investment bank is almost driving her crazy, the most to do, but the most useless, because useful projects will not be handed over to you to do at all, but if you don't have any grades, at the end of the internship, it is likely that you will not be stayed.

In the end, she replied: What time is it, where is it?

It didn't take a few seconds to get a reply from Frank: I'll pick you up after work in the afternoon, wait for you on 46th Street, you should know my car.

Qing Huan held his forehead and thought about it for a while, and felt that it should not be a big problem to take a time to have dinner, so he agreed.

When it was time to get off work, Qing Huan left the company and turned to 46th Street, and sure enough, she saw that Frank's sports car had been parked there, she walked over quickly, but when she was about to arrive, she vaguely remembered that at that time, there would often be a dark blue sports car, as now, quietly parked in a position on the side of the street waiting for her.

A trance suddenly appeared on her face, as if she couldn't tell whether this was reality or illusion, and her steps paused until a car drove by quickly, and the whistling wind almost lifted the hem of her skirt, and then she saw a blonde man get out of the sports car and stride towards her.

"What are you doing? are you dying?" Frank said with an angry look on his face, "That car almost scratched you just now." ”

"Yes, I'm sorry," Qing Huan came back to his senses and muttered, "I was thinking about things, so I didn't notice." ”

"Oh my God, are you crazy, what do you think about when you cross the street?" said Frank, holding his forehead, a little angry, but when he saw the obvious dark circles under her eyes, he sighed again and swallowed the unspoken blame back into his stomach.

After stuffing her in the car, Frank drove to a restaurant near Central Park, and when they parked the car, they saw a long line at the door, and if they hadn't made a reservation, they would have been prepared to wait hungry for two hours.

But when they arrived, Frank gave his predetermined name and phone number, which should have been prepared in advance. Qing Huan followed him inside, and asked strangely, "How do you know that I will definitely agree to you coming with me tonight?"

"What do you say?" Frank shrugged, "If I don't even have this ability to predict, haven't I been in the financial world for so long?"

Qing Huan glanced at him speechlessly, she never understood where the mysterious confidence in this person came from.

"And I booked the restaurant, and even if you don't come, I can ask other girls over, and it doesn't have any direct effect, does it?" said Frank nonchalantly.

Qinghuan: "......"

The decoration of the restaurant is that kind of golden light, there is a sense of sophistication everywhere, the menu is in French, Qing Huan stared at it a little helpless, so he had to look up and ask the waiter if he had any recommendations.

The waitress immediately enthusiastically recommended a set menu that included red wine for $136 per guest.

Qing Huan had a stump in her heart, but there was no other way, she couldn't read French at all, and she didn't want to be embarrassed on such an occasion, so she had to feel sorry for her purse for three seconds, but she still gritted her teeth and nodded.

Frank ordered the food he wanted very fluently, and it seemed that he was no stranger to this restaurant, and while waiting for the meal, he glanced at Qinghuan, who was pale and yellow, and said slowly, "Look at your appearance, this time is not easy, right?"

Qing Huan saw that he took the initiative to bring the topic to his internship, and he was happy not to perfunctory those emotional problems that seemed true or false with him, so he nodded and said: "I think my performance is very poor, the boss must be very dissatisfied with me, and the chance of staying after the internship is very slim." ”

"Why?"

"Because they always give me very trivial and useless work, and I am tired like a dog every day, but it doesn't mean anything at all. Qing Huan couldn't help but vomit.

"Did you mention this to your boss?" said Frank as the appetizer came up and Frank asked her as he ate the tuna salad.

"Nope. Qing Huan shook his head very honestly.

"Then why don't you give feedback to the boss?" Frank looked at her speechlessly, "You have no background in the company, and you can't socialize, and you take over all the work that others throw at you, whether it's good or bad, and I'm happy to hand over those trivial and boring things to you to deal with, which can save me a lot of time to deal with things that are more worth my energy and time, what a good garbage recycling station, don't you use it in vain, isn't it?"

"But isn't that a small report, would the boss like this kind of employee?" Qing Huan asked with a hesitant look at him.

"Oh my God, where the hell did you get that thought. Frank rolled his eyes, "This is the United States, if you don't fight for your own rights, no one will help you fight for it, and by the end of the internship, you will only do this kind of tedious work of analyzing data and making tables and doing PPT, and you won't be able to touch any projects!"

Qing Huan looked at him and felt speechless for a while.