This is a study room of more than 40 square meters, filled with various literary and artistic books. On the desk is a copy of Machiavelli's "The Prince".
This study is Zheng Xuejiao's only office at Snowflake Film and Television Production Company. Today she will meet an important guest here.
A man in his forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into Zheng Xuejiao's study.
Zheng Xuejiao looked at the man, smiled sweetly and said, "Welcome, Mr. Puyang."
"Miss Zheng, nice to meet you!" The man stretched out his hand, Zheng Xuejiao shook it politely, and then withdrew her hand.
"The Prince?" The middle-aged man glanced at the table and said, "It turns out that Miss Xuejiao is also a heroine!"
"I don't dare to be a woman, but to survive in this cruel world, I have to have some skills."
The middle-aged man agreed and quoted a passage from the book: "There are two ways of fighting in the world: one is through law, and the other is through force."
Zheng Xuejiao's glasses lit up and she smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Puyang is indeed a wonderful man and he already knows my intentions."
"Haha! Miss Xuejiao is really of good character. I think the only thing our organization can do to help Miss Xuejiao is force."
"No!" Zheng Xuejiao raised a finger and said with a sly smile: "And your intelligence."
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly. He adjusted the frame of his glasses to hide his inner panic: "Organizations like ours live in a gray area and cannot see the sun."
"What if the sun is also gray?" Zheng Xuejiao asked back, tapping her slender jade fingers like spring greens on the table, making a crisp sound: "China Entertainment is preparing to expand the scale of investment this year, and Yijia Film and Television Company has been buying aggressively.
China Entertainment’s stock, I’m so surprised about this company, why have I never heard of it?”
"Haha!" The middle-aged man glanced at Zheng Xuejiao approvingly and showed a smile that both of us could understand: "As Miss Xuejiao said, the sun is also gray, and we are ready to enter the sun."
"I hope the sun won't hurt you!" Zheng Xuejiao exchanged a few confrontations with the other party and picked up the teacup in front of her.
This is the meaning of seeing off guests. The middle-aged man stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, he gave Zheng Xuejiao a business card: "If anything happens to Miss Zheng, just call this number. My subordinates will be responsible for handling the specific matters."
Zheng Xuejiao watched the other party leave, ordered her secretary to clean up the place, sprayed on a lot of jasmine-scented perfume, and prepared to receive the next guest. Just as Zheng Xuejiao was intensively working on her plan, Lai Xiaobo also took action.
Maosheng Entertainment is about to go public this year and is in the process of submitting documents to its boss. The first step Lai Xiaobo needs to take is to crack down on Maosheng Entertainment.
As we all know, the rise and fall of the boss's company's stock directly depends on the confidence of investors. The first thing Lai Xiaobo has to do is to attack public opinion.
During the stock review time at 8 o'clock every night, Lai Xiaobo bribed several trumpeters to belittle the value of newly listed companies. Some investors who did not know the truth gave up the idea of buying new shares under the encouragement of stock commentators.
Stock critics are theorists in the stock industry. They always advocate one stock after another on TV, but it is difficult to predict accurately. The real stock experts are the traders hidden in the dark by major companies. These people are the dark night.
As snipers, they successfully commanded the huge capital to swallow up the sea and go on a rampage.
For ordinary investors, they rarely realize this. Most of their investments are blindly speculative. They do not analyze but are keen to inquire about various insider information and calculate the small profits in front of them.
Xie Guoyuan, Zhang Jin, Yang Pan---Fang Ming's fingers drew a long list, and he handed it to Guangzi: "Send this list to Miss Zheng."
"Yes!" Photon's speed was very fast, and the list was placed on Zheng Xuejiao's desk in less than twenty minutes.
Of course Zheng Xuejiao understood what Fang Ming meant. She raised the microphone and said, "Fang Ming, don't worry, I guarantee these people will never speak again!"
At Nanchuan TV Station, Zheng Xuejiao's other identity is the director of the station's publicity department. This identity is rarely known to ordinary employees. Coupled with her father's influence, Zheng Xuejiao is half the director of the station, and her words will definitely be listened to.
Zheng Xuejiao only hinted a few times, and these stock commentators were warned.
Among these people, Xie Guoyuan is the most disobedient. He still goes on TV to speak ill of new entertainment stocks.
Zheng Xuejiao was angry. She directly raised the microphone and said, "Xie Guoyuan get out of here immediately. Our Nanchuan TV station doesn't need such a person!"
Xie Guoyuan was at a loss. He still wore the gray suit and came to the TV station with his briefcase.
Walking to the makeup store, Xie Guoyuan suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
The makeup artist was busy applying makeup to strangers, leaving himself alone, as if he didn't exist.
"Xiao Zhou, you're here early---" Xie Guoyuan greeted the makeup artist with a smile on his face.
The makeup artist just snorted lightly and uttered a nasal sound that required careful attention to hear clearly. Xie Guoyuan was annoyed and embarrassed to ask, so he sat down quietly on the chair next to him.
These guys who look down on others, aren't they just two minutes late? As for that - Xie Guoyuan cursed in his heart, and a young man in his mid-thirties walked in.
Seeing this man, Xie Guoyuan seemed to have seen a savior: "Director Wang, tonight's program!"
Director Wang glanced at Xie Guoyuan indifferently and took out a thick envelope from his arms: "Teacher Xie, this is your salary for this month. We have already found another person for this program."
Xie Guoyuan's face suddenly turned pale, he opened his mouth and said, "Why---why?"
"Teacher Xie, because your words have affected the development of our literary and art enterprises, someone has already written a letter to the provincial bureau."
"This---" Xie Guoyuan didn't expect that the matter would be so serious. He hurriedly followed Director Wang.
After passing through the flower hall and arriving at the office, Director Wang asked Xie Guoyuan to come in.
"Lao Xie, it's not that I want to embarrass you, your matter is really too big."
"Director Wang, you know who I am. My stock review programs have always been quite fair. This--where is this?"
This thing happened before the money was warm in my arms.
When a stock critic earns money by writing columns for newspapers and cooperating with TV stations, his monthly income can be several thousand, and Xie Guoyuan is counting on this little money to support his family.
After receiving the notice of dismissal, Xie Guoyuan was completely stunned. There was no way he would throw away his long-term job just for 50,000 yuan. Having been a stock commentator for a long time, boasting nonsense in front of rookie investors has become Xie Guoyuan's fault.
Life. Faced with the blind worship of stock investors, Xie Guoyuan mistakenly believed that he was God. He even boasted that if he had as much money as Buffett, he would be another stock god.
The fact is that the self-proclaimed stock god Xie Guoyuan was fired, and from now on he will have to worry about his livelihood.
"Director Wang!" Xie Guoyuan cried sadly and almost knelt down in front of Director Wang: "Director Wang, I have an old man above me and a young man below me. You fired me all at once. What else can I do?"
"What to do?" Director Wang was stunned for a moment: "Teacher Xie, can you trade in stocks? Didn't you successfully predict hundreds of stocks? With your excellent prediction ability, you can make all the difference in the stock market, why do you have to rely on me?
This small temple?”
"Yes, yes!" Xie Guoyuan knew that he usually made nonsense on TV, but he was embarrassed to admit it. He said a few tough words: "Yes, with my skills, I can develop anywhere."
Director Wang spread his hands and showed a mysterious smile: "Isn't that the end? We look forward to the birth of another stock god!"
"Bang!" The door slammed shut. Director Wang was racking his brains to think of how to calm Miss Zheng's anger. Xie Guoyuan walked out the door dejectedly, his mood as gloomy as the sky above his head.
When I got home, my wife Cuihua was breastfeeding her baby. When I saw Xie Guoyuan, I was surprised and asked: "You are back so early? There is no program today?"
"What a shit show, I'm fired!" The cowardly man outside always acts as the strong one in front of his wife and children, venting his anger mercilessly.
My wife Cuihua is not a coward. She put the child on the bed, pointed at Xie Guoyuan's nose and scowled angrily: "Why are you angry if I'm fired? It's not just fired! Don't you know how to trade in the stock market? As long as we enter the stock market, we can still have it.
money?"
"I ---" Xie Guoyuan jumped anxiously: "What do you know? The nonsense I tell on TV every day is just to fool investors. The stock market of China is just a gossip chart that no one can understand. There will never be a real person like Buffett.
Stock God!”
"Ah---" Cuihua opened her mouth wide.
Cuihua has always regarded her husband as a real stock god. These words made Cuihua stunned for five minutes.
Xie Guoyuan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the catalyst. It took Cuihua another ten minutes to react. She grabbed Xie Guoyuan's collar and shook him from side to side: "You goddammit, you won't fool people."
What are you doing? Do you know that my seven aunts, eight aunts, and our whole family believed your words and bought millions of stocks? You, your mortal enemy, what are you going to do? You are going to kill us all -----
-"
Xie Guoyuan was already as thin as a bamboo pole, but when the green flowers swayed like this, he couldn't bear it and immediately vomited.
After vomiting, Xie Guoyuan howled like a wolf: "Cuihua, I don't want to do this, but I can't help it. I don't have any other skills. These stock investors don't understand anything and are easy to cheat, so I do stock reviews."
Home---"
Just as the couple was crying and crying, the door was knocked open with a bang, and several men in black ran in angrily.
Xie Guoyuan hurriedly wiped away his tears and yelled: "Who are you? Why did you break into my home?"
The ones who came in were Guangzi and Qingpi. They pointed at Xie Guoyuan and said, "Are you Xie Guoyuan?"
"Yes!" Xie Guoyuan trembled all over when he saw the two fierce-looking men, and the majesty he had just disappeared suddenly: "I am Xie Guoyuan, what do you want?"