Back To 2005

For the second generation, who are waiting to inherit their father's property, how to play and where to have fun are the best things to talk about.

As for making money, that's not their job.

Spending money is justified.

"Brother Feng, let's leave a contact information and keep in touch in the future."

Listening to what the other party said, Zhou An'an took out a somewhat low candy bar phone and added the other party's phone number.

Just a moment ago, Zhou Anan felt that becoming good friends with the other party was very good.

"Brother An, it's not appropriate for you to be so low-key."

Taking out his new flip Motorola, Feng Jiming, who glanced at the other party's phone, made a joke.

He didn't think that the friends made by young master Li would not be able to afford a good mobile phone.

"I'm going to wait for Apple in North America to release a smart phone before changing it."

In this regard, Zhou An'an said something with a slight pretense.

But what he said was the truth. For Apple, which started an era, these current phones are weak chickens.

"Oh Apple, what model is that?"

Sure enough, even the new phones in North America are known, but the buddies that Young Master Li knows are of different grades.

It seems that it is necessary to make friends with each other, which is always right.

"That was a groundbreaking product"

Talking about this, Zhou Anan ate a grape and started talking casually.

Zhou An'an, who used Apple 4 to Apple XX, is quite familiar with it. It's not that he doesn't support domestic production, but it's that domestic production is not durable.

Just like the Guo6 he bought, it took a full six years to replace it, while the domestic machine can be stuck in two years and you doubt your life.

In this regard, Zhou An'an feels that foreign products also have their own reasons.

"An'an, is the apple you mentioned coming out?"

Li Shucheng who didn't know when came over interrupted and asked.

Such a mobile phone must be bought immediately, and money is not a problem at all.

"Why, Brother Li also wants to buy it?"

"Well, if it's really that good, I'd like to buy it for fun, and buy some Apple stocks by the way. I don't have much pocket money recently."

Nodding his head, Li Shucheng was thinking more about how to increase his pocket money.

No way, Dad doesn't care, and there is an old lady in charge of his pocket money.

Although the dividends I get from the company every year are quite a lot, they are strictly restricted by my elder sister, and spending is too unpleasant.

Making money is the last word.

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Zhou An'an, who wanted to let the other party bring a few Apples by the way, really felt that he was too low when he heard the idea of ​​this rich second generation.

Look, he was thinking of buying an apple as a gift for his sister, but the other party has already set his sights on Apple's stock.

This is the gap.

Whoever said that the second generation is an existence who eats and waits to die, and their eyes are several blocks away from ordinary people. No wonder the gap between the rich and the poor is getting bigger and bigger in the future.

Those second-generation people had a high enough starting point, but they didn't try their best to lose money. The blue came out of the blue and was better than the blue. They simply gave the hard-working ordinary young people a way to survive.

Well, if he has tens of millions of dollars now, Zhou An'an doesn't mind investing in some Apple stocks for fun.

Of course, relative to the rise of TX stock, the rest of the stocks are scum.

Furthermore, he didn't pay much attention to Apple's stock. He only knew that the trend was stable and the increase was not low, but he didn't know the specific changes.

It is still reliable to buy TX stock.

"Brother Cheng, take me with you."

Seeing that investment was mentioned, Feng Jiming said excitedly.

If he gets closer to the other party and can still make money, Feng Jiming thinks that his father must be very happy, and he can also increase his monthly pocket money.

"how much do you have?"

"How about three million?"

"$400,000, so I'll make up $5 million and invest together."

"Okay, I'll see if I can ask Dad for some more."

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Talking to these rich second generations about investing is tiring, and Zhou Anan, who is not on the same channel at all, decided that it would be better to eat more fruit.

Everyone's living standards are not at the same level at all, and there is no common language.

The only gain from coming here is to eat a bunch of snacks and fashionable fruits, which you can't eat on weekdays.

If it were him, he would never be able to buy it in the market in Lucheng.

Today's logistics, too poor.

"Waiter, help me make two packages of this and this."

Everyone else was excited, but Zhou An'an continued to struggle based on the fruit area.

At the end of the song, Zhou Anan, one of the few sober people, unceremoniously ordered the waiter to pack snacks and fruits.

He had inquired clearly earlier that this bar was opened by Feng Jiming, and when the two of them were chatting about beautiful stars, everyone was very speculative.

Since he is a good friend, I believe Feng Datou will not mind if he packs some food and goes home.

"OK."

Facing the man who had a good chat with the boss, the waiter smiled and nodded, and quickly went to the warehouse to get the fruit.

Anyway, it wasn't his money that was spent.

If you make the other party unhappy and sue the boss, this high-paying job may be gone.

"call."

It was 11:30 in the evening. Zhou Anan, who walked out of the bar gate, put the two big bags he was carrying into the trunk of the car. The night wind that receded from the heat brought a feeling of coolness.

I called Meimei, but Meimei was still asleep.

After saying a few words, Zhou Anan drove back to Lucheng at a high speed, and it was already 12:15 in the evening.

Lakeside Garden House, seventh floor, when Zhou Anan stepped out of the elevator, the door of Room 701 was already open.

"It's so late and you still don't sleep."

Putting the two big bags on the table, Zhou Anan looked at the well-arranged house, smiled and hugged Meimei's slender waist.

"I still have something to tidy up, you go and wash it first."

Covering the boy's approaching mouth with his hands, Shi Mingxia, who smelled something, smiled coquettishly, pushed him to the bathroom, and handed in the changed pajamas by the way.

Shi Mingxia is full of enthusiasm for this small nest that he personally arranged.

Unlike the well-decorated Century Years, which was high-end and atmospheric, it seemed to be a private meeting place with boys, which always made her feel out of place.

"Ming Xia, where is the shampoo?"

"Didn't I put it on that shelf? Look at it."

"I didn't see it, you can help me see it."

"oh."

Putting down the clothes in his hands, Shi Mingxia walked into the bathroom suspiciously, and what greeted her was an attack that caught her off guard.

After a burst of intense watering and clapping, Zhou Anan went to bed to rest with her limp crush in her arms.

"Big brother, what is this?"

"This is a grape."

"Big brother, big brother, what is this?"

"This is Prune."

"Big brother, what about this and this?"

"This is mangosteen."

"Bamboo in the mountains? But what I saw was very long bamboo."

"It's not the bamboo in the mountains, it's"

"Big brother, what about this one?"

"This is a cherry, um, it can also be called a cherry."

"why"