After I Was Reborn, I Devoted Myself To My Career

The place they are going to is an urban village that is about to be demolished.

Although it was around the turn of the millennium, the high housing prices in City C have already begun to emerge.

In contrast, houses in urban villages are priced at the price of cabbage, and are quite popular with those with little money. Most of the residents of the village in the city have moved out, and all the tenants living there are a mixed bag.

However, there is order in the chaos, probably because there are many people living, there is demand, and there is even a lively night market at night, just next to the antique street.

"Young man, the road here is a bit difficult to walk." The taxi driver looked at the narrow alley and the potholed dirt road in front of him, a little embarrassed.

Qi Zhaohan took out his wallet: "Then I won't bother you, we just walk in, how much is the fare?"

"Chenghui 10 yuan." The taxi driver said cheerfully.

The driver glanced at the two young boys in the back seat, and reminded: "It's late at night, children should not play in such a chaotic place."

"Thank you, we will pay attention." Gu Ze replied politely.

The driver just clicked until he saw that the young man didn't care, so he stopped talking, waved his hand and turned around to leave.

On the antique street, most of the stalls are set up by individuals, and each stall has a lot of exquisite gadgets, or things that look very old.

Copper coins, jade, bracelets, vases, and even quaint bronze wares.

As the sky is getting darker, a lamp is placed in front of each stall for customers to choose from.

There are still many people on this street who are also picking, asking a few words with the stall owner from time to time.

The two walked all the way from the street until they reached the middle, but they didn't see anything that moved their hearts.

Qi Zhaohan sighed in disappointment, casually glanced at the area, suddenly his eyes became fixed, and he walked to the stall not far away.

This stall is very inconspicuous, a white cloth is spread out on the ground, and there are only a few items scattered on it, which looks even a bit shabby.

The stall owner was an old man with a worn felt hat on his head and an old cotton coat, huddled up and drowsy.

Qi Zhaohan picked up the jade tablet he saw. This jade is square and square, about seven centimeters long and three centimeters wide, and can be held in one hand. Inlaid with large rubies, it is warm and smooth to the touch, and the overall color is pure white, except for the yellow on the word "King" on the tiger's head, there are no other variegated colors.

Qi Zhaohan couldn't help admiring secretly.

Gu Ze took the jade from Qi Zhaohan and looked at it carefully.

"Old man, how do you sell this jade?" Qi Zhaohan was delighted to see Lie Xin, and softly called the old man to wake him up.

"Don't sell, don't sell, go quickly." Who would have thought that the first thing the old man would do after waking up is to drive away customers.

The old man still muttered to himself: "Take it out for you to see. It's not for sale. I will keep it for my grandson in the future." Returning to the original place, he narrowed his eyes again.

Qi Zhaohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and only then did he see a small sign in front of the stall, "Not for sale, it's placed to bask in the sun."

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, and in the end they didn't force any more, they left the stall and continued to walk down the street.

It's a pity that I couldn't find a better jade than that piece of jade after I went shopping from the beginning to the end. The antique street is always a pick-and-roll, and there is no way to find it.

"Go to Shangzhai and have a look. When I bought gifts for grandma, I bought them from his house. They are all in good condition." Gu Ze suggested.

Qi Zhaohan glanced at his watch and shook his head: "It's 8 o'clock, and Shang Zhai is closed, let's go tomorrow."

The two walked out along the end of the street, and there was a sweet fragrance in the air.

There are people selling cotton candy at the alley of the night market. There are many people around the small cart, mostly children, holding money in their hands, watching the movements of the cotton candy seller eagerly.

"I've never eaten cotton candy before." Qi Zhaohan smiled lightly, looking at the **** of white snow.

Gu Ze immediately volunteered: "I'll buy two to try." Before he finished speaking, he had already run over.

Qi Zhaohan couldn't stop him in time, so he had to wait for him where he was. The circle was surrounded by children, Gu Ze stood out among the crowd, as if he was fighting for food with the children.

Because of his arrival, several children pursed their mouths and were about to cry.

Qi Zhaohan couldn't help laughing, and a smile appeared on his face.

Relying on his height and strength, Gu Ze was the first to grab two freshly made marshmallows and rushed out of the crowd. When he raised his eyes, he saw the man waiting quietly, with a smile still on his face.

The man looked straight at him, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, making people heartbroken.

He suddenly felt that the moon in the sky was not as bright as the light in his eyes.

Inexplicably, I thought of a poem "Suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place."

Gu Ze's heart turned into a puddle of water, and he slowed down and walked over gently.

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The next morning, Qi Zhaohan got up on time, and after washing, he went downstairs to eat.

The TV in the living room was on, it was CCTV, and it seemed to be broadcasting something.

Qi Zhaohan stopped and looked at the TV curiously, but his expression became serious the next second.

An embassy in Hua country was bombed, three people died and more than 20 people were injured.

The heavy events made his mood sink even more. Although he knew that he was helpless when he was reborn, but when things really happened, he still felt a little powerless.

Qi Zhaohan turned off the TV, sat on the sofa, and tried his best to calm himself down.

Qi's father came over with a newspaper and saw his youngest son sitting on the sofa with a serious face, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiaohan, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Qi Zhaohan's mood had calmed down a bit at this time, he turned on the TV without saying a word, and the incident was still playing on it, and he signaled his father to watch it.

He seemed to have thought of something, turned around and ran upstairs.

An angry voice burst out from downstairs: "Fuck Citigroup."

But Qi Zhaohan had already closed the door at this time and did not hear it.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Zuo Xinzhe and Bloomberg respectively.

"Bloomberg, how much cash do you currently have?"

Bloomberg had just answered the phone, not knowing what it meant, he subconsciously said, "There are about 300,000 more, what do you mean?"

He thought that the boss asked them to stop the acquisition, and he felt a little relieved. In fact, he has never been optimistic about his boss' actions in the stock market. Recently, the stock market index has been falling all the way, and even has a trend of getting lower and lower. If this continues, he may only recover one-tenth of the cost.

Not to mention, now there is a faint phenomenon of "retail investors fleeing".

But what his boss said surprised him: "Continue to increase efforts and speed to acquire until the money is used up."

Bloomberg was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask back, so he had to do things honestly according to the boss's arrangement.

Zuo Xinzhe also made the same arrangement. After giving the instructions, Qi Zhaohan put down his phone and sighed.

His plan is to use up all the cash in two days, and then hold a large number of stocks and wait for the most classic bull market in the history of Chinese stocks in the history of "policy influence" ten days later.

His meager individual can't affect the overall situation, he can only take care of himself and seek development under the policy.

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This bedroom has a dark blue tone as a whole, the walls are painted navy blue, the ceiling is white, and the furnishings in the room are simple, with a big bed, a full-wall wardrobe, thick carpets on the floor, and nothing else.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were slightly translucent under the sunlight, and a few mischievous rays of light jumped on the shoulders of the young man on the bed. The shimmering light set off the young man's smooth face, which seemed ethereal at first glance.

The next moment, the young man's frowning broke the beautiful scene, as if he was in unbearable pain, he stretched out his hand to grab his hair, and opened and closed his mouth soundlessly, as if roaring.

Because of the young man's actions, the sheets were wrinkled badly, and the place where the young man had been lying was already wet with sweat, which showed how much pain he had endured.

As time passed by, the boy who was rolling on the bed gradually stopped, his chest heaved violently, and he seemed to be calming down.

After a while, the boy sat up and looked at everything around him blankly, not knowing where he was.

Gu Ze pressed his temple, and the severe pain in his brain had disappeared, but there was an extra memory in his mind, and it merged with his.

He may have returned to the year when he was fifteen, otherwise how would he explain the memories before the age of fifteen?

Plus being in this familiar yet unfamiliar room...

He was reborn?

How about Tao and Tao Shuran?

At this moment, the mobile phone beside the bed buzzed and vibrated. He picked it up, and when he saw the sender's name clearly, his eyes sank.

He didn't even realize that his expression changed instantly, subconsciously showing a little impatience

It's Qi Zhaohan.

The author has something to say:

Gu Ze was reborn!

Can you see the difference?

The young Gu Ze is so cute.

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