Back to 80: My Literary Life

It turned out to be a parade for ethnic minority groups to fight for their rights. Unlike the usual black people, most of the parade members were Asian. Fang Minghua even saw someone he knew - Yu Rongyifang, a history professor at Stanford University!

It turned out to be a parade for official recognition of the historical contributions of Chinese workers.

Fang Minghua admired Yu Yifang and her group's persistence very much. If she hadn't brought three children with her, she would have wanted to join in.

Fang Minghua had been in the United States for a long time, and all kinds of parades were commonplace, but the children were curious and had only seen them on TV and hadn't really experienced them.

"Recognize the contributions of Chinese workers. Dad, is it the history described in your novel "Railway Spikes"? " asked his son Fang Le.

"Yes, that's it."

"I've read this history on the Internet. It's really tragic, but it's all disclosed in our country. There are very few in the United States."

"That's them covering it up." Fang Minghua said lightly.

He found that his son suddenly became interested in economic history after entering junior high school and liked to read books on this subject, instead of reading "100,000 Whys" like he liked when he was young, which were all about natural sciences.

Fang Minghua never interferes.

"Let's go." Seeing the parade passing by, Fang Minghua urged everyone, there are many places to visit today.

At this moment, suddenly heard a "bang bang" sound, the people around were frightened and fell down to avoid.

Is it a gunshot? !

Fang Minghua immediately understood and shouted to the children, "Lie down, lie down quickly!"

The youngest daughter Xinxin was smart. Seeing her father lying on the ground, she immediately lay down beside him.

But how could the two children who grew up in China have experienced such an occasion?

They stood and looked around curiously, trying to figure out what happened.

Anxiously Fang Minghua climbed up and tugged at Ruirui's arm, and the two children understood and squatted down quickly.

The parade in front also became chaotic, and soon heard the sharp sound of police cars from a distance, and a large number of police rushed to control the scene.

Seeing the people around him climb up, Fang Minghua signaled everyone to get up quickly.

"Dad, what happened?" Fang Rui was still asking stupidly.

"Don't ask, let's go!"

Fang Minghua held Xinxin in one hand and Fang Rui in the other, and her son hurriedly followed.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel!"

After everyone took a taxi back to the hotel where they were staying, Fang Minghua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turn on the TV, and the American ABC TV station has reported the shooting.

"This is a shooting against the Chinese parade, causing one death and eight injuries. The murderer is on the run, and the New York police are trying their best to catch him."

"According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the murderer is a young white man."

"It's terrible!" Fang Rui exclaimed.

"Don't make a fuss, this is how America is, sister, you have to be careful in San Francisco." Fang Leyouyou said.

"Don't scare me!" Fang Rui protested.

"Le Le is right, you must pay attention, but don't worry, just follow your aunt's instructions, and nothing will happen." Fang Minghua comforted.

When this happened while strolling in New York, everyone lost interest in strolling and returned to San Francisco in advance.

I don’t know how Yu Yifang, who participated in the parade, is doing now? Is she injured?

After returning to San Francisco, Fang Minghua called, but no one answered at first. He called Lei Dawen, who was familiar with Yu Rongyifang, and learned that although Yu Yifang was not shot, she was accidentally pushed down by someone in the chaos of the parade and injured her head. She is receiving treatment in a hospital in New York.

Fang Minghua was surprised and asked quickly. "Is the injury serious?"

"It's quite serious. Professor Yu is quite old. Her family has already rushed to New York."

How could this happen?

Fang Minghua sighed deeply.

Shootings are commonplace for ordinary Americans, and there is no follow-up after the news report.

Fang Minghua would like to know the final result of the matter, but he is about to leave the United States and has more important things to do.

"Phillips, do you have time now? Come to my house." Fang Minghua summoned his personal financial advisor.

"OK, I'll be there right away."

Forty minutes later, Fang Minghua met Phillips who drove over to his manor.

Asking the servant to pour him coffee, Fang Minghua got straight to the point.

"I'm leaving the United States soon, and I want to tell you a few words about investment before I leave."

Phillips immediately became excited when he heard it: "Are you going to enter the stock market again? I think now is a good time to buy at the bottom!"

Fang Minghua shook his head: "It's still a little early, the Nasdaq hasn't fallen through yet."

"Hasn't fallen through yet?!" Phillips screamed: "My God, yesterday the index was 1520, which is 64.7% lower than the highest point. Hasn't it fallen enough? Judging from the various parameters of the stock index, it is already in a serious oversold state."

"Felix." Fang Minghua interrupted him without hesitation: "Do you look at the so-called various parameters and indicators when you trade stocks?!"

"Parameters and indicators are just references and cannot play a decisive role." Phillips was frank.

"Although the stock index has not yet reached the bottom, it is not far from the bottom. I think it will be almost the same next year. Your current task is to select high-quality stocks - mainly technology stocks. I don't pursue short-term benefits, I want to do long-term!"

OK, I understand. "

"Let me tell you a few. Amazon will definitely increase its holdings. I plan to increase my holdings to at least 20%."

"Wait a minute, I'll record it." Phillips took out a notebook from his briefcase and quickly recorded it.

"There are also Apple, Google, Microsoft, Nvidia. By the way, is there a Chinese company stock called NetEase on Nasdaq?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, it is a Chinese portal company, but now the stock price is performing poorly, has fallen below one US dollar, and is about to face the risk of delisting."

"Then give him a hand now, after all, it is our Chinese company." Fang Minghua looked relaxed: "As for how much to buy, you decide."

Thinking back then, I played Westward Journey Online 2 for several years.

"OK, I'll do it when I get back."

The two discussed for a while, and Phillips was about to leave, but was stopped by Fang Minghua: "Wait, there is one more thing."

Phillips looked at him.

Fang Minghua took a sip of coffee and said, "Change the owner of the Miami manor and ranch to my wife Song Tangtang. Please provide me with the legal documents and I will prepare them for you. Donations between husband and wife do not need to be taxed, right?"

"According to US law, they are tax-free."

Tomorrow is the day to leave San Francisco and return to China. In the evening, Li Li was packing his luggage. Fang Minghua's cell phone suddenly rang. It was Lei Dawen calling, so he answered it.

"Minghua, I have some unfortunate news to tell you. Professor Yu Yifang has unfortunately passed away."

Dead? !