Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

After politely exchanging greetings with the eldest brother Li Shuangcheng and Ah Ertou Yang Weiguo, Nan Yi just cared about Nan Wuwei and didn't talk to others much, just listened with his ears.

Everyone sitting here is now the leader of the Shanghai stock market. In the next two or three years, there is a great chance to become Yang Wanwan, Li Wanwan, Wu Wanwan, and a little further, jumping off the building, closing the mountain, and continuing It is possible to be active, but it is estimated that one in ten can persist until the end.

When the cold dishes came to the table, everyone left one first.

After half a glass of wine, the blind man rolled his eyes, gropingly put down the glass, "I've been trading in stocks for a while since Jing'an, and I understand the stock market well. To make money, one needs quantity, and the other is information. Needless to say, the people in our room are gathered together, and we hold the Shanghai beach stock market in our hands. If we want to talk about news, we are also the most well-informed..."

"Zongzi, just say what you want to say." Ah Ertou said.

"What I mean is that we advance and retreat together. The stock market is small now, but it will be hard to say in the future. It can't be controlled with one person's money."

"Hey!"

What the blind man said surprised Nan Yi, the stock market is still on trial, and everyone here is thinking about manipulating the stock market.

"Zongzi, your idea is very good, but this matter is a bit big. Let's start today and let everyone think about it first. We will discuss it in detail after the new year."

Yang Wanwan was faintly the leader of Jing Anfang. As soon as he said something, the others who wanted to express their opinions shut up for the time being, thinking about whether this matter was feasible and how it should work.

Seeing that a few people stopped talking, Nan Yi slightly raised his buttocks and lowered them again. After An An had eaten lightly, Nan Yi bid farewell to everyone and took Nan Wuwei to Hongqiao.

Song, Pu, Li, Jing, Bang, Dang, Chi, Ditch, Jiang, and He often appear in the place names of Shanghai and Shanghai. Needless to say, there are three points of water, hundreds, decades, or just a few years ago. A waterway, Shanghai is to fill these waterways step by step, and slowly expand the urban area.

Today, these waterways have basically been filled and turned into streets. Few of them survived. There is an unnamed riverway near the train station. Because it is far away from the houses, the river water is still clear, and the river shrimp in the water live very happily.

The car was parked by the river, Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei to look into the river, estimated that the depth of the water was less than 80 centimeters, Nan Yi walked to the trunk, took out waterproof pants from inside, put them on, and hung them on his waist Put on a bamboo basket.

"The water is too deep, so you just stay on the shore, and Dad will come up after grabbing half of the basket."

"Yeah, Dad, be careful."

"OK."

Nan Yi patted Funan Wuwei's head, walked into the river with water, aimed at a mass of dense aquatic plants, and gently lifted them up. Among the grass stems, small and small river shrimps jumped up and down.

"Dad, there are so many."

Lightning shot, Nan Yi picked up a few river shrimps that were too late to jump into the water and put them into the bamboo basket, then sank his left hand into the water, leaving a little gap between his fingers, and slowly moved forward along the grass stems Push, as soon as there is a hard and bouncing touch, Nanyi's hand will be clenched in an instant - grab the air, open your fingers and continue to push forward, grab it firmly, pull your fingers, and clamp the river prawn between the ring finger and little finger In between, continue to advance.

With a flat push, Nanyi can always catch one or two river prawns, plus the ones picked up on the grass stems, each group of aquatic plants can always bring him a small harvest of more than a dozen river prawns.

After raiding several clumps of aquatic plants, Nan Yi saw that there were only about a hundred river prawns in the bamboo basket.

"Son, go and get the copying net. The speed is too slow. If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch the noodles at night."

"Um."

Nan Wuwei responded, ran to the trunk, took the copied net and sent it to Nan Yi.

With the copying net, the speed of catching shrimps in Nanyi is much faster. Take the copying net to cover the whole group of aquatic plants, shake the aquatic plants a few times, and the river shrimp between the grass stems will be driven out, and they all go to the copying net Drilling into the depths of the net, Nanyi took the copying net and shook it twice. When he lifted it, the copying net was lifted high, and a large group of river prawns could be seen immediately at the bottom of the net.

Looking at the river prawns in the net, Nan Wuwei showed an excited smile on his face.

Not long ago, Nan Wuwei’s kindergarten just transferred a classmate from Gusu. After getting acquainted with him, he boasted to his friends that there is a delicious noodle called Liuxia Noodles. As soon as he came this time, he told Nanyi that he wanted to eat six shrimp noodles.

Nanyi didn't know what six shrimp noodles were, but there were two clues, Gusu and Liuxia noodles, so he inquired about how to make them as soon as he inquired about them. The weather was just getting warmer today, so he came here to catch them while the sun was shining at noon. Shrimp gone.

After swimming along the river for a mile and a half, Nanyi checked the bamboo basket again. The shrimp had no neck, which was more than enough to make three bowls of noodles. Returning to the shore through the water, Nan Yi untied the bamboo basket and brought it under Nan Wuwei's eyes, shook off the bamboo basket twice, and said with a smile, "Is there enough for you to eat?"

Nan Wuwei leaned over to the mouth of the bamboo basket and looked inside, with a smile on his face, "Wow, Dad, there are so many shrimps."

"More, let's go." Nan Yi hugged Nan Wuwei and walked to the car, "Go back and make noodles for you. The six shrimp noodles are in trouble. It takes a few hours to make them."

"Uh-huh."

Back at Fang Mansion, Nanyi called Mao Chijuan and Miao Xiaolan to the dining room, and the three of them washed the river shrimp thoroughly with their hands.

After rinsing and washing, put the river prawns into the draining tray, Nan Yi said to Nan Wuwei who was standing aside as a supervisor: "Son, go and get four of your crochet hooks for making darts."

"oh."

Nan Wuwei quickly brought four crochet needles, three big and one small, and held one in each person's hand. He probed the belly of the river shrimp again and again, and the tiny shrimp seeds were scraped off and fell into the water tank. In a glass bowl.

There were more than 6,000 river prawns, about 1,000 of them had roe on their bodies, four of them, one negligible, and the three were not slow in their hands and feet, but it took nearly an hour to get it done.

The next step is to peel the shrimp. The shrimp head, shrimp shell, and shrimp are separated. This step took an hour and a half.

"I'm so tired, Dad, it's too troublesome to eat six shrimp noodles."

Just finished dissecting the shrimp, Nan Wuwei screamed bitterly while shaking his hands.

"Stinky boy, you only peeled a few shrimps in total. When you were in the production team two years ago, you couldn't earn a single work point." Nan Yi shook his head, picked up a salt shaker, and sprinkled a little Persian blue on the shrimps Salt, and grabbed a few more with your hands, "Auntie, put the shrimp heads in the pot and blanch them until they are cooked."

"But I'm really tired, Dad, I won't eat next time." Nan Wuwei said with a pout.

"Is it more tiring than you practicing martial arts?"

"yes."

"It's strange, forget it, don't poke around here, go play the game console, have dinner on time, and come down by yourself."

"Oh, Dad, I'm going."

Nan Wuwei didn't inherit Nanyi's interest in cooking, he couldn't stay any longer, and when he heard that Nanyi had released him, he hurried away.

Nanyi smiled knowingly, and when Mao Chijuan came over with the cooked shrimp heads, he began to dig the shrimp brains again.

After nearly an hour and a half, the three of them dug out a small plate of shrimp brains.

Heat the oil in a pan, and when the oil is six minutes hot, Nanyi puts the shrimp heads into the pan and stir-fries until a strong aroma is released. Nanyi pours the stir-fried shrimp oil into an empty bowl.

Add an appropriate amount of water to the pot, cover the pot and simmer for an hour.

The colander presses the bottom, the soup ladle scoops up the soup, and the fresh and thick shrimp soup is filled into another empty bowl for later use.

The shrimp heads in the pot continued to stir-fry until the shrimp heads became dry and crispy. Nanyi did not choose to use a wall breaker, put the shrimp heads into the rice pounding bucket, and pounded them with a mortar and pestle to grind the shrimp heads into powder .

Use a fine sieve to sift the shrimp powder, leaving the fine powder and throwing away the coarse powder and impurities.

"Auntie, the ratio of shrimp powder and flour is 1:2 to form a dough. I don't know how to pull noodles. Please help me pull them."

"Okay, sir."

Mao Chijuan responded, and took the shrimp powder to the counter to make noodles.

Nanyi cleaned the pot, put the water soaked in the shrimp roe directly into the pot, stirred slowly with a spatula, waited until the water boiled dry, turned the shovel and stir-fried, and watched the shrimp roe in the pot turn dry golden yellow , continue to stir-fry until the shrimp roe turns dark brown, and then Nanyi starts the pot to take out the shrimp roe.

Wash the pot again, heat the pot and pour in the shrimp oil. When the oil is six minutes hot, put the shrimp shells, shrimp brains, and shrimp roe into the pot and stir-fry them.

Twisting his neck, Nanyi sighed, "This broken six shrimp noodles is too much work."

Liu Zhen, who came back from get off work, walked into the dining room and sniffled, and said, "It smells so good, what can I cook?"

Nan Yi stretched his waist, and said angrily, "Make six shrimp noodles for my son."

"You really made it for him. He wanted me to make it two days ago. I didn't hear about the six shrimp noodles. How can I make it for him?" Nanyi walked to Nanyi and looked at the toppings in the bowl , picked up a shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth, "Well, it's delicious, you're really well-informed, you can do this too."

"This has nothing to do with knowledge. Two days ago, I didn't know Liuxia Noodles at all. It just depends on whether you value your son or not." Nan Yi took off his apron and glanced at Mao Chijuan Pulled out the noodles, "Auntie, make it thinner."

"Okay, you have a heart for being a father." Liu Zhen said something indifferent, and then muttered: "I don't know that Wuwei can get a fraction of your father."

"Stop muttering, go get the bowl, even if you are a mother, you can also help."

"It doesn't matter, that's it."

Liu Zhen ran to the cupboard and brought some flower bowls, Nan Yi took Mao Chijuan's prepared noodles and put them in the pot.

While waiting, divide the hot shrimp soup into three bowls. After the noodles are cooked, put the noodles into the bowls and put them on the noodles. Sprinkle a little more shrimp oil on the toppings, and then sprinkle with a twist of shallots, three bowls of six shrimp noodles are finally ready to serve.

"Bring over the noodles first, and I'll serve some eight-treasure dishes."

"Grab some pickled lettuce."

"Um."

The top was on the table, and the bottom dishes were also on the table. Nan Wuwei, the little guy, smelled it and went downstairs.

"Wow, Dad, this noodle is so fresh, delicious, so delicious." Nan Wuwei exclaimed hurriedly as he stuffed a mouthful of the noodle into his mouth.

Liu Zhen took a sip and said, "It's too fresh, it's a bit greasy."

"Well, the Persian blue salt was sprinkled a little too much." Nanyi took a sip himself and said, "The amount of shrimp powder is too much. I will make it next time. It should be mixed with flour in a ratio of one to three."

Said, Nan Yi went to pour three glasses of water, the noodles were too fresh, after a while, his mouth must be thirsty.

After eating the noodles, Nan Yi was helping the overfed Nan Wuwei to rub his stomach. The school belle walked into the dining room with a satellite phone, "Mr. Chen Feng's call."

"Madman, what's the matter?" Nan Yi answered the phone and said.

"Comrade Nanyi, where are you?"

Nan Yi heard that Chen Feng's tone was very formal and serious, and he didn't seem to be joking, so he replied seriously: "Comrade Chen, I'm at the Shanghai Fang Mansion, and I just finished dinner."

"Someone will call you within twenty minutes, please answer carefully."

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Nanyi thought for a while, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went to the study to wait.

Twenty minutes later, the phone on the desk rang.

Nan Yi picked it up and said in a flat tone: "Hello, I'm Nan Yi."

"Hello, Comrade Nan, I'm Zhu Zhun, the director of the Chen Office, and I need your help with something."

"Director Zhu, please speak."

"The operation of WTI oil futures by Shengmin Petroleum Group Xiangcheng Branch was not very smooth. Mr. Chen hoped that Comrade Nan could give them some guidance."

"It's not going well, the guide... wants me to help them unwind and close their positions." Nanyi quickly understood the meaning on the other side of the phone, "Director Zhu, who should I contact?"

"Huang Enmin."

"Okay, I'll get in touch with him as soon as possible."

Putting the microphone back on the table, Nanyi picked up the satellite phone again.

"Lu Fu, take a trader team to Shengmin Petroleum Group in Bank of China Building, find a person named Huang Enmin, who should be long, and help them operate for a period of time, and they can withdraw without losing money."

"Nansheng, if their cost of building a position is too high, it will be difficult not to lose money."

"Do your best. This time it's not a business, but it's better than a business. Big business, concentrate on trading, don't have too much contact with the other party, and keep talking with me when you arrive."

"clear."

After finishing the call, Nanyi turned on the TV, one was tuned to Baghdad TV, and the other was watching the domestic "World Today".

The news in Baghdad is almost meaningless. That strong-mouthed king, the director of the War Bureau, the most mysterious department in Iraq, was hit by the shells of the Yankees, and Sahaf, who was still clamoring for the National Guard to beat the shit out of the Yankees, has not yet started to take charge. News work, now the press spokesperson on TV is cute and stupid.

"World Today" is very restrained in its statement, only saying that Iraq has transferred to "static defense".

After a few clicks on the remote control, Mansudae, which transfers the signal from Seoul, is much more interesting. The hostess is impassioned and Smecta throughout.

There is no picture of a rifle shooting a fighter jet, which is still not so interesting.

Nanyi has seen a movie, it is said that a secret army sneaked into Seoul, was chased and intercepted by the South Korean army, the male number two was shot hundreds of times in order to cover his comrades, and finally thought of the great general when he was dying, he was resurrected with full blood, The 58-type automatic rifle with unlimited bullets from the sky can directly wipe out the enemy.

In the end, the entire secret force successfully completed its mission and returned to Pyongyang without causing any casualties.

After spitting, Nan Yi pressed the remote control and switched the TV to the Saudi channel. Saudi Arabia sent many reporters on the front line, and they provided many battle scenes on TV stations in other countries.

Knock knock knock.

"Come in."

Liu Zhen pushed open the door and glanced inside, "Did you finish the phone call?"

"It's over."

"oh."

Liu Zhen pulled a chair and sat beside Nan Yi, "Where was the phone number just now?"

"Grandpa Chen Feng's office."

"Can you tell me the content of the phone call?" Liu Zhen was very interested to know.

"It's nothing serious, it's just about oil futures. Shengmin's oil futures speculators are trapped, so let me wipe their ass."

"Huh? Mr. Chen called you directly?"

"No, the people in the office."

Liu Zhen thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's what Mr. Chen meant?"

"Chen Feng called me Comrade Nanyi, it doesn't matter anymore."

Liu Zhen nodded, "Understood, if it's a private matter, Chen Feng will tell you personally, right?"

"almost."

"Oh." Liu Zhen responded, and then said: "Tell me something about my son. Yao Lan approached me and said that his son's arithmetic is very good, but he just doesn't do the questions according to Yao Lan's teaching, and always does his own thing. .”

"What are you referring to? Kindergarten doesn't teach too complicated things. It's just addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Are there still steps to solve problems?"

"It's not the steps to solve the problem, it's his own way of thinking about solving the problem. I'm afraid he will develop a habit if he continues like this. In the future, there will be problems in the math test, and the test has standard answers." Liu Zhen said worriedly.

"Don't think too much, my son's mathematical talent is better than you and me. To say the least, the Fields Medal is too high, but as long as he is interested, as long as he works hard in the direction of mathematicians, even if in the end he is just a parallel import.

Today, how can our son need to pass the college entrance examination to change his life destiny?

Why should there be a standard answer?

It is because our education is to train industrial workers with a certain level of knowledge in batches. The standard answer means manufacturing standard parts. The whole society is modularized. You don’t have to worry about which parts are broken. There are a bunch of parts coming off the assembly line ready at any time.

My son can only do standard parts for a while, but he can’t do it for a lifetime. He will either become a manager or jump out and take a road of innovation. I hope Wuwei can discover new things instead of copying and pasting.

I am not good at mathematics and I know that mathematicians can't do it by doing standard answers. This summer, I will take Wuwei to visit Bur Gain, Leon, and Yorks, and let him learn a little bit of Fields from his predecessors. award experience. "

"Hey, Nanyi, you're really shameless. You pushed your son into the ranks of mathematicians by saying that." Liu Zhen sneered.

"Hey, President Liu is President Liu. He is impartial and selfless. When someone introduces his son as a dog, when you introduce him, is he directly a wicked son, or is he born by a mother but not taught by his mother?"

"Nan, you want to quarrel again, don't you?" As soon as Nanyi's words came out, Liu Zhen immediately got hairy.

"Whoever wants to quarrel, get out of here. This is my study." Nan Yi patted his forehead, "Woohoo, it's such a big country, but it can't accommodate a quiet desk. I was supposed to be a physicist, and future generations will Summarize several Nanyi laws, the first law of Nanyi, the ninety-ninth law of Nanyi, the law of Nanyi crossing, etc., one law for three days.

Nantian should stand up, raise the battle flag, kill Liu Gou, and return the world to a bright future. "

"Hey, the channel jumps quite fast. You, you can only talk." Liu Zhen took the remote control from the table and changed the channel to Shanghai TV. The variety show "60 Seconds Quiz" was broadcasting on the TV. .

Nan Yi shook his head, gave up the study to Liu Zhen, and ran to Nan Wuwei's room.

"Son, what are you playing?"

Nan Wuwei stared at the screen and said without turning his head, ""The Age of Discovery", Dad, I almost bought all the ports."

"Oh, a business game."

Nan Yi walked behind Nan Wuwei and stared at the computer screen. The picture quality was too poor. After a while, he lost interest. He left the screen and moved downstream. The first thing he saw was the open lock hanging on the drawer. .

"Why is the drawer still locked? You have your own little secret?"

"There is no secret. In order to prevent my mother from peeping, Dad, Mom will secretly look through my drawer."

Nan Yi smiled lightly, "Caught by you?"

"No, I was welding, and the scraps of paper caught on the drawer fell to the floor."

"The confetti is too obvious, next time you change your hair or the vibration sensor, why don't dad get you an infrared alarm?"

"Uh... It's useless. I don't dare to say anything even if I know that my mother has turned over. My mother will beat someone."

"Your mother has that temper, so don't provoke her."

Nan Wuwei paused the game, turned around, looked at Nanyi and said, "I didn't provoke her, my mother wanted to teach me when she had nothing to do, and told me that she didn't have enough to eat when she was a child, and she had to work every day, and said that I Born with a golden spoon in your mouth, how..."

Nan Yi stepped forward to pick up Nan Wuwei, and scratched Nan Wuwei's nose with his right hand, "Hehe, your mother must be jealous of you seeing how happy you are."

After stroking his nose, Nan Wuwei said in disgust, "Dad, don't scratch my nose, it will be collapsed by you."

"If it collapses, I'll press another one for you, Pinocchio's, okay?"

"Not good." Nan Wuwei patted Nan Yi's hand, "Dad, let me go down, I'm about to clear the level."

"Um."

Putting down Nan Wuwei, Nan Yi continued to watch him play games.

...

Over in Xiangtang, Nian Lufu knew very well what kind of company Shengmin Petroleum was, and he also knew what Nanyi said on the phone. After greeting Zhao Shixian, he called the most powerful trading team of PY Securities. Back at the company, a group of people walked to the Bank of China Building talking and laughing.

After negotiating with the security guards on the first floor of the Bank of China Building, a group of people went upstairs and entered the office area of ​​Shengmin Petroleum.

As soon as he entered the office area, Nian Lufu dialed Nanyi's satellite phone.

Wrapped in a military coat and brewed a pot of tea, Nan Yi put on the wireless earphones and sat in the yard. He heard that Nian Lufu and Huang Enmin had finished greeting each other on the phone, and he was invited into the trading room.

Nian Lufu: "Huang Sheng, at what price did you build the warehouse? How many barrels?"

Huang Enmin: "On average, 27 US dollars to open positions, 4 million barrels."

Nian Lufu looked up at the two large screens in front of the trading room, showing the futures prices of WTI in New York and Brent in London.

"Huang Sheng, how much money do you have left?"

"Less than ten million dollars."

"I want an exact number." Nian Lufu frowned.

"Little Zhu, come and tell Mr. Nian."

Huang Enmin is already battered, and he still has the mood to record the specific amount. The position of Shengmin Petroleum is not that it cannot be liquidated, but that Huang Enmin dare not liquidate it. Once the position is closed, it means that the loss of Shengmin Petroleum is close to 30 million US dollars. He is responsible for this Sorry.

"$8,274,017."

"I want 6 million to be transferred to your account in Brent, and 2 million to be transferred to the WTI account."

The young man named Xiao Zhu didn't carry out Nian Lufu's order immediately, but glanced at Huang Enmin instead.

Huang Enmin said angrily: "Look at what I'm doing, go and execute it."

"Brent opening price today, real time."

"20, 20.05."

The trader Nian Lufu himself brought gave a neat reply.

"Open a position, 3 million barrels, 50 times leverage, short." Nian Lufu ordered after observing the market trend again.

A warehouse of several million barrels cannot be built in one go. The main trader Lin Guoping breaks down the order, 200,000 barrels, 500,000 barrels, and 100,000 barrels. It took nearly an hour to build the warehouse.

"Successfully opened a position with an average cost of $20.09."

"Report every 5 cents down."

"yes."

Nian Lufu: "WTI opening price, real time."

"21.18, 21.25."

"2 million barrels, 50 times, empty."

It took more than half an hour before Lin Guoping shouted, "Success."

"Report every 10 cents down." After giving the order, Nian Lufu said to Huang Enmin again: "Huang Sheng, I suggest that you close out your previous positions now. According to the current situation, it is difficult for oil prices to return to normal." At the level of 27 dollars, it is nothing more than a matter of profit or loss.”

Nian Lufu judged that the oil price will definitely exceed 22 US dollars at a certain point in the next few days, but this point is difficult to grasp. He just came to help, and he didn't have to work hard.

Huang Enmin didn't directly agree or disagree. He walked out of the trading room and made a phone call. After returning, he chose to close the position without hesitation.

Fortunately, the position was closed at 21.15 before the price began to plummet, with a loss of 23.4 million US dollars.

After closing the position, Nian Lufu also set a profit target in mind - 26 million US dollars. He left for a while with an excuse and informed Nan Yi and Zhao Shixian of this target.

Zhao Shixian suggested that PY follow suit to build positions, and operate a wave of short and smooth operations.

After careful consideration, Nanyi agreed. Although it was a help, he couldn't lose, no matter whether the "request" for help came directly from Mr. Chen. Therefore, things must develop in a good way, that is, a win-win situation.

Nian Lufu was under a lot of pressure.

After returning to the trading room, he devoted himself wholeheartedly.

Hearing that at ten o'clock, the oil prices in London and New York were going down, Nanyi hung up the phone. He was very assured of Nian Lufu's ability, which can be seen from Nian Lufu's previous record .

Generally speaking, whether it is Scarlett Fund or PY Securities, only one or two major speculations are carried out a year. The time for traders to work as a team will not be too long, and they usually fight on their own with the amount authorized by the company. The higher the probability of winning, the higher the quota, and the higher the commission you can get, and vice versa.

In addition to the annual salary and management dividends, Nian Lufu can also get tens of millions of dollars in commissions from his own trading every year, and the 20-80 split with the company, which means that his personal operation for a year can bring PY Securities A profit of 40 million U.S. dollars, which is a figure that he rarely has time to trade.

After all, he is the vice president of PY Securities. He usually spends most of his time on management. There are not many opportunities to really get started by himself. Usually, when he is dispatched, it means that the team is dispatched. Nanyi is special. The last time he insisted on Nian Lufu Operate for him.

the next day.

After Nanyi got up, there was already an email lying in the unread email.

Click to see the trading results of Nian Lufu from last night to early morning: London made a profit of 1.77 million U.S. dollars, WTI made a profit of 1.1 million U.S. dollars, and predicted in the email that today's oil price will rise. He intends to increase leverage and complete the profit target as soon as possible.

Nanyi directly replied that he agreed. The more times he trades, the greater the risk. The long-term depends on poor information and manipulation, and the short-term depends on quick market analysis and the most important word "gambling". All data are clear. In front of our eyes, when faced with long-short choices, there is still a certain degree of gambling.

If you make a right financial bet once, you can make a fortune. Similarly, if you make a wrong bet once, you will fall into the abyss. In the end, financial institutions will work hard in the direction of "using other people's money to earn commissions, and then bet on the probability". Betting with your own money, regardless of ups and downs, no matter whether you win or lose, you can be invincible only by earning commissions.

Win, eat more spreads and commissions.

lost...

It depends on the amount of funds. If there is a lot of funds, the word-of-mouth is simply abandoned, making the books a little bit more ugly, or eating a little interest rate difference. The positive and negative profit range written in the contract must be fully utilized.

After processing the mail, Nanyi took Nan Wuwei who had already woken up to the Tilanqiao Wholesale Market.

Tilan Bridge, located in the north of Hongkou, is a place where sailors from all over the world who smuggle foreign cigarettes come ashore. There is also the largest extended wholesale market in Shanghai. Brands include Marlboro, Xingbao [fake foreign cigarettes, actually domestically produced], Sanwu , Wrigley.

There are also camels, but the source of this cigarette is more complicated. There are real foreign cigarettes, Southeast Asian products, and domestic products. I can't pretend.

Many alley girls who dropped out of school early did not want to waste their time in textile factories and could not find other good jobs. They would wholesale cigarettes from Tilanqiao, and then take them home to set up cigarette stalls to earn money. Earning twenty or thirty yuan is considered a good income.

Tilanqiao is called a wholesale market here, but foreign cigarettes are not legal after all, and it is impossible to display samples openly. It is difficult for newcomers to find the right person to approve cigarettes when they come here. Someone has to bring them to see the real Buddha.

Waiyan makes Tilanqiao prosperous. In addition to making Waiyan, there are also many wholesalers who wholesale other things here. Especially when the New Year is approaching, there are many new year’s goods wholesale stalls here.

After visiting a few stalls, Nan Wuwei saw that Nanyi hadn't stopped, so he asked, "Dad, what should we approve?"

"Spring couplets."

"Spring Festival couplets, we passed by just now."

"The ones are handwritten. We are looking for printed ones. You see, almost every household now has handwritten Spring Festival couplets. Printed ones are relatively rare. Because of this, printed ones will look very fashionable. Others' homes are handwritten. My own But it is printed, and it will look very high-grade when compared.

"Oh, scarcity."

"On the one hand, people now subconsciously have a cognitive bias towards the cost of manpower. The value of manpower is about 30 cents an hour. A relatively cheap machine in a factory costs tens of thousands, and the more expensive ones cost tens of millions. Tens of millions, a machine worth one million yuan needs a worker with a salary of one hundred yuan a month to work for 833.3 years.

Assuming that one worker can work for 40 years, one machine is equal to the value created by 20 people in a lifetime. Therefore, the value of industrial products produced by machines is naturally greater than the value of handmade products in people's minds. "

"The profit margin of printing Spring Festival couplets is bigger?"

"right."