Stock God [Rebirth]

Chapter 11

He wanted to recruit Chang Yue.

Based on Zheng Bohou's idea, he admired the young man in front of him very much. Regardless of whether Chang Yue beat him this time, as long as he performed well, he wanted to take him under his command.

Young people with both ability and mentality are really rare nowadays. As long as he invests in the futures market and accepts the guidance of Zheng Bohou, he will have good results within a year, which is much better than stocks.

When listening to Chang Yue just now, Zheng Bohou even thought about whether he should hand over his mantle to Chang Yue.

He has worked in the stock and futures markets all his life, and has no family or children. Sometimes looking back, he feels that most of his life was wasted, but if there is someone who can inherit it... everything will be different.

But the flame of hope flickered in the old man's heart. He knew that the young man in front of him would not be keen on such a proposal. Chang Yue would go farther and farther than himself, and would not stop here.

However, he thought that the benefits he proposed were also very tempting. Futures is a broader market than stocks, and Chang Yue definitely, absolutely will not be uninterested.

However, he saw that Chang Yue lowered his head slightly, staring at the small log table in front of him, as if he was remembering something, and he raised his head after a long time, with an apologetic smile on his face.

Zheng Bohou's heart skipped a beat.

He heard Chang Yue say: "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't really want to get involved in futures."

Zheng Bohou: "Why?"

After a while, Chang Yue replied slowly: "Because, I once swore not to touch futures, and that stuff is more powerful than drugs to me."

This reason is the same as not saying it.

But Zheng Bohou couldn't continue to ask, he sighed: "No matter what, I still hope to meet you there."

Chang Yue smiled and nodded: "Life is big, I hope to meet you again."

Later, Chang Yue and Zheng Bohou chatted about other things. When they left the sales department, it was almost dark, and Wu Dao was waiting for him at the door.

Chang Yue stretched his waist, feeling very sleepy, and couldn't wait to get in Wu Dao's car to rest for a while, but Wu Dao took a step forward and didn't go in the direction of parking.

Chang Yue trotted two steps: "What's the matter, where is your car? Lost it?"

Bu Dao strode ahead: "It's sold."

Chang Yue was stunned: "What? How did you sell it?"

That car is a good car, and there is no problem with its performance. Why did it suddenly sell?I didn't hear Bu Dao say that he needed money urgently!Chang Yue looked bewildered, and after thinking for a while, his face gradually turned pale——

That car was sold, wouldn't he have to walk to the sales department in the future?

Chang Yue had a big opinion on this matter, and he had to ask the bottom line. He babbled along with Wu Dao all the way, and even followed him when he passed by the vegetable market to buy vegetables, as if selling a car was like selling himself. It's unbearably sad.

As soon as he turned into Qiutong Road, Wu Dao finally couldn't take it anymore and said, "I will be your creditor from now on."

Chang Yue: "Didn't I always owe you money? I remember."

Wu Dao said again: "The car is sold, and the debt will be repaid for you. In the future, no lender will come to you."

Chang Yue froze in place for a while, and after a long time he asked an irrelevant question. He said loudly, "Hey! Didn't you say last week that your family had something urgent to ask you to go back?"

Wu Dao didn't stop in his footsteps: "The matter is settled, let's not leave."

There are occasional vehicles passing by on the side street, and the evening wind is blowing, and the leaves of the sycamore trees rustle in the wind, but everything else is quiet.

Chang Yue stopped in place for a moment, then burst out laughing like a convulsion, ran along the plane trees, and crashed into his yard.

In the yard, there were two people standing there.

The fat one occupies the entire parking space, and the thin one looks like a flagpole next to the parking space.

It's Brother Fat and his son.

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The fat brother is obviously in a hurry to go back to the hospital to see his wife, and he doesn't drink any water, so he will briefly explain his intentions in the future.

Probably right now, the couple can't take care of Rong Fan's child, and their relatives are out of town, so they want Chang Yue to take care of him for a while.Rong Fan is an easy child to support, he usually has a listless character and keeps quiet, but now he has lost his temper and is unwilling to go to school.

Fat brother himself doesn’t have a high degree of education, so he feels that going to school is boring, so he indulges his son in doing whatever he wants. He doesn’t have to go to school, but he can’t kill people and set fires, and he has nothing to do every day.

He wanted Rong Fan to follow Chang Yue to the sales department to learn some necessary skills, even if it was trading stocks and watching the K-line.

Chang Yue took a serious look at Rong Fan for the first time after hearing his reason for coming.Rong Fan is not only thin, but also not tall. He looks like a junior high school student. He is still carrying a huge schoolbag belonging to a senior high school student on his shoulders. He lowers his head slightly, not daring to look people in the eye.

He stroked the top of the child's hair, and asked about martial arts with his eyes.

During this period, Wu Dao had been standing by the side and listening, and he didn't object to his eyes, so he took Rong Fan upstairs to resettle him.

Seeing his son obediently following Wu Dao upstairs, his figure disappeared around the corner, the fat brother's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and he sat powerlessly on the sofa, as if he had aged many years in an instant.

Chang Yue sat opposite him: "Is sister-in-law seriously ill?"

Fat Brother shook his head: "Fortunately, the doctors in Fengzhen can't explain it clearly. I plan to wait for her to recover, and take her to Beijing in a few days to find a solution."

Chang Yue: "Are you short of money?"

He didn't buy other stocks with the funds from selling Poli Technology, just in case the fat brother wanted to use it.

Fat Brother: "No shortage, okay, no shortage."

Chang Yue: "Your Sichuan Changhong hasn't been sold, right? How much money is there now? I'll help you sell it and speculate on something else."

The fat guy stretched into his arms, and threw the stock certificate of never leaving the body on the coffee table: "Stir whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the thin card, his throat suddenly trembled violently, and his voice choked up: "I have been trading in stocks for more than ten years, more than ten years, how come I have reached this point?"

How did it come to this point?

Every speculator has endless stories to tell: the wonderful precise operation like a battle, the decisive stop loss like a strong man cutting his wrist, or the regrettable passing by for life.

Ordinary people's stories are all about love and hatred, but their stories are about ups and downs, riches and honors, dreams, and ever-changing.

However, when the ups and downs of life reach the bottom of the valley, each of them will inevitably ask this question, even Chang Yue, in his previous life, he once asked himself this question: How did you get to this point?

Chang Yue, he can obviously find a stable job after graduating from university, and find a lover who loves each other. Maybe he won't be rich, but how did he end up committing suicide by jumping into the sea with huge debts? !

After learning that Fat Brother's wife was ill, Chang Yue was also very guilty, because he originally planned to persuade Fat Brother not to get involved in futures.But he thought about waiting for a few more days, and then persuading Fat Brother after he tasted the power, it would always be more convincing.

But how, how did it get to this point?

Chang Yue sat on the sofa numbly, watching the optimistic and humorous man in the past hugging his head and crying opposite him. He trembled his fingers and wanted to light a cigarette, but in the end he gave up because he was unable to light the lighter.

"If one day I have the answer, I will tell you." Chang Yue heard his own voice say.

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"Today, you are about to enter a new stage in your life." Chang Yue said seriously to Rong Fan as he sat upright at the breakfast table.

Rong Fan pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at Chang Yue seriously, waiting for his next sentence.

Chang Yue cleared his throat: "Because, you will live with a great investment master."

Rong Fan: "..."

Chang Yue: "You will learn a lot from him. Since people's memory will always have omissions, and it will be convenient for reviewing and recalling in the future, I hope you can have a notebook."

As he said that, he conjured a thick and large book from under the table to Rong Fan, which he dug out from the desk of the old owner of this body, only his name was written on it, and he hadn't used it yet.

Rong Fan opened it and took a look. On the first page was written Chang Yue's name and the address of this villa in elegant handwriting.He solemnly accepted.

Chang Yue nodded in satisfaction, Rong Fan seemed to be a much better educated child than his father, he was easy to worry about and obedient.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the breakfast prepared by Wu Dao in front of Rong Fan, a large plate full of eggs, ham and bread, a pear and two bananas, a large glass of milk, and a large glass of juice.

The corner of Rong Fan's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "I can't eat so much."

Chang Yue frowned: "Next, I'm going to teach you the first lesson, take a notebook and memorize it."

Rong Fan quickly flipped open the big thick notebook, resting the nib on it.

Chang Yue: "The first lesson in stock trading, breakfast must be eaten well."

Rong Fan raised his head inexplicably after remembering it: "Why?"

Chang Yue: "Because, who knows if you are still in the mood to eat at noon?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Chang Yue touched his stomach and leaned on the chair, urging: "Eat quickly, adolescent children can grow taller by eating more. Your Uncle Wu will come back from running soon, don't tell him that I will take my food away." If you eat it too, he will be angry."

Rong Fan: "..."

In this way, the breakfast problem that had troubled Chang Yue for a long time was finally solved, and he could finally not force himself to eat a lot of rice.

Near nine o'clock, Chang Yue, Wu Dao, and Rong Fan walked into the Chengnan sales department in the morning light.

On this day, March 1998, [-], Thursday, the weather was fine and good omens appeared.It was such a day that became the well-documented origin of the "Fengzhen Daily Limit Expendables", which became famous in the world in the future.