Chronicle of the 70s

Qin Xi and Li Xianglu found a spot to sit down in the restaurant, as it was not yet mealtime and the cafeteria was sparse with people. They chose a seat by the window.

Li Xianglu first talked about Xi Yunmei approaching her and also mentioned her own opinion.

After listening, Qin Xi pondered for a moment and asked, "Xiangxiang, have you ever thought about what industry you want to work in the future?"

Industry? Future planning? Li Xianglu hadn’t considered that question before. Although they had a simple chat about finance before, and whether working in the financial system or in fiscal affairs in the future, both seemed relatively leisurely. With this as a premise, she chose her major, so she hadn’t thought about a specific future plan.

Qin Xi put down the notebook in his hands and said earnestly, "Look at me, I study law, but I don’t want to work in the courts, I want to go into politics."

Li Xianglu was slightly startled, but Qin Xi had always been a decisive person, and he had a strong ability to handle people, so going into politics didn’t seem bad at all. Perhaps he could become an important local official in the future.

Thinking this, Li Xianglu smiled happily, "That’s great, having a plan is good. But I haven’t thought about it. What exactly will I do in the future?"

Qin Xi smiled and said, "Actually, I’ve always had an idea, which is not very mature. I originally planned to discuss it with you in the first half of your senior year, but now that the matter with the foreign language society is imminent, I might as well say it now. You can consider it after I tell you."

Li Xianglu nodded and said, "Go ahead."

Qin Xi thought for a while and said, "I think it would be better for you to enter the financial system in the future, like working in a bank, maybe becoming a bank president someday?"

What? A bank president? My god, Qin Xi really dares to dream. But they are the first generation of university students after ten years of turmoil. It’s remembered that someone later calculated that many from their graduation year became important local officials, and those from the finance major were spread throughout local finance bureaus. So, it’s not impossible to become a bank president if nothing goes wrong.

At the thought of this, Li Xianglu’s eyes sparkled. In her previous life, she wasn’t actually greedy for money, it was this life’s minimal indulgence that was forced upon her. If she deals with money in this life, could it cure her obsession with wealth?