It was a sweet sleep.

The first thing I do when I wake up is give Xie Yingying a pager.

Before leaving, he also bought a pager for Xie Yingying to facilitate contact.

Asked about Xiaomiao's condition.

"Nothing has changed. The second round of chemotherapy was done when you left yesterday. Dean Qi said that the effect was good, and the third round will be done in two days." Xie Yingying said in a low voice.

"To ensure nutrition, you can eat whatever you want for breakfast. At noon, I will ask the restaurant outside to deliver meals to you. At least one nutritional soup must be ensured every day." Chen Meng explained.

"Don't waste money."

"Why is this spending money indiscriminately? You forgot what Dean Qi told you to ensure the nutrition of the seedlings... Don't worry about money, I will make it. You also need to ensure your nutrition. I won't lose weight if you are hungry."

Like, you know, I like you fleshy." Chen Meng laughed.

"You guys, you keep talking nonsense." Xie Yingying blushed when she thought of Chen Meng's lust for her mountains every time.

"Ahem, then just say you miss me and I won't talk nonsense."

"Don't tell me." Xie Yingying's ears turned red, and she felt that something was wrong with the way the nurse looked at her.

Chen Meng knew that Xie Yingying was thin-skinned and used the nurse station phone number, so she must be embarrassed, so he said again, "Then do you miss me?"

"Yeah." Xie Yingying hummed like a mosquito. This was her limit.

"I miss you as well."

Chen Meng was happy.

After hanging up the phone, I jumped out of bed in a very happy mood, stretched out, and after a brief wash, I left the hotel, found a roadside stall, ordered a bowl of wontons, a basket of steamed buns, and started eating breakfast.

After eating.

Just go straight to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Let's explore the situation first.

Arrived at the place.

Just like in later generations, it was crowded with people.

The market has just opened, and the chairs are already full of people. Everyone is holding a small notebook in their hand, writing and drawing on it with a pen, and looking up from time to time to look at the red and green lines on the big screen.

Everyone is like a mathematician, as if they can figure out which stock will rise sharply by just doing some calculations.

Chen Meng couldn't find a seat, so he followed others' example and sat on the floor.

Looking for the two familiar stocks in my memory on the big screen.

After a while.

His eyes lit up. Although the wings of butterflies had been quietly fanned by him, the trajectories of the two stocks had not changed. Shenzhen Konka and S China Textile were better than those affected by the issuance of new shares by Shenzhen City and the virtual rise in the stock market some time ago.

The stock has been falling for more than half a month.

Not only these two stocks, but also other stocks were not immune, and even the old eight-share stocks that had always been strong fell all the way.

However, there are also a few sporadic stocks that rise and fall, and are at the normal level of shock.

"Damn it, it's down again." A white-haired stockholder angrily threw the things in his hands to the floor.

"Old man, everyone has suffered a terrible fall. You are not the only one. Things are thrown all over me. It's so damn unlucky."

"I thought you were unlucky. In the past, when you country bumpkins didn't come here, I was doing well in the stock market all the year round. But when you country bumpkins came, they fell all the way. It was like losing my fortune..." The old man pointed at the crowd and cursed.

"Old man, who are you calling a country bumpkin? Can you tell me again if you dare?"

"You old man, a person with bad character like you deserves to lose money, and it would be better to lose money to death."

"The worst thing is to lose even the coffin."

The old man's words aroused public outrage, and many people in the crowd fought against him and robbed him.

The angry old man was trembling all over.

Chen Meng was really worried that he had a heart attack, so the people around him said, "Brother, if there is such a quarrel, no one will care about it?"

"Control? This happens every day, can you manage it?"

"Isn't this just like the wet market, a mess?" Chen Meng was surprised. When he traded stocks in later generations, all operations were done electronically. He didn't even need to go to the securities trading hall and could do it all on a computer at home.

How often have I seen this legendary scene? It’s very interesting.

"This is a messy place to begin with. A place where capitalists deceive people and make money. How do you expect it to be clean?"

"Brother, this is amazing, you can see everything clearly."

Chen Meng gave a thumbs up, full of respect for the unattractive middle-aged man in front of him, and his heart was even more awe-inspiring. What he said is right. Don't underestimate the wisdom of any ancestor, even if future generations can go back to that time.

Under the circumstances, we may not be able to do better than our predecessors.

"What a great thing. I just suffered a lot and woke up. Do you think the people here don't understand this? They actually understand in their hearts, but stock trading is like a drug. It's addictive. You always think about it all night

How many people get rich overnight? Those who really make money are those in the big houses upstairs."

The middle-aged man took the cigarette handed over by Chen Meng, pointed to the second floor and said.

Chen Meng looked up and saw a row of exquisite small rooms on the second floor. The doors were closed, but he knew that they were large rooms that only those worth millions could enter.

He nodded and said, "The people in the big houses are all wealthy people with strong funds. Although they cannot control the rise and fall of stock prices, they have inside information. You will not suffer losses no matter how you play. If you want to make money, just follow them and buy. Unfortunately,

People don’t tell us the gossip.”

"Who told you that big traders won't lose money? To put it bluntly, the so-called big traders are just players who are richer than retail investors. It is the big bankers who really make money."

"Since the eldest brother knows everything and is diving into the stock market, why don't you find another job?" Chen Meng lit a cigarette for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took a sip, and while the smoke was lingering, his eyes had a sense of wisdom and vicissitudes that could see through everything. He sighed and said, "You have never tasted the ups and downs. You can make tens or even hundreds of thousands in one night, and then you can plummet in one night."

Hundreds of thousands... that kind of excitement,

Just like an emperor who can control life and death, turn his hand to create clouds, and turn his hand to make rain. In which other job can you find this feeling? Little brother, I think you are a novice. I would like to advise you that the stock market is risky and you must enter the market.

Be careful and get down to business."

"I know, once I entered the stock market, it was as deep as the sea. I didn't want to get rich suddenly. I just came to take a look." Chen Meng nodded.

He really wanted to say, just be lucky that you were born in an era when the stock market was just developing. At least you still have the opportunity to get rich. If you were born in the future, you would only be a leek. You would be so angry that you would like to burn down the exchange.

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The more in-depth the conversation with my elder brother became.

The more Chen Meng was in awe, he also completely put away the arrogance in his heart that came from the information gap in his mind for decades.

This eldest brother is just a so-called loser who jumps on the street, but his knowledge is already extraordinary. So those big guys who can call the shots and stir up the storm in this era are so wise and their inner world is so powerful.

If you still hold on to the idea that reborn people are superior to others from God’s perspective, sooner or later all your bones and dregs will be swallowed up, and you will be crushed into pieces by the rolling wheels of the times.

Looking at the two stocks that were falling all the way on the big screen, Chen Meng touched the 200,000 deposit certificate that he kept close to his body. No matter what, he would keep a low profile and take advantage of it. As long as the butterfly wings didn't flap too much, it wouldn't matter.
Chapter completed!