My 1979

"I didn't say that. It must be my fault for recommending stocks to them. After all, I don't have professional qualifications." Institutions that can truly be allowed by the China Securities Regulatory Commission to publicly analyze and recommend stocks must have a license, which is a securities investment consulting license. This is true both at home and abroad.

Yang Huai naturally does not have these. After all, he is a science and technology dog.

Later, I took over the family business, and with my little sense of responsibility, I learned all the knowledge about finance and securities. I was limited to understanding and understanding, and was completely unable to reach the level of recommending stocks.

Physics is a science, while securities, finance, and even management are just a discipline, which is contrary to the precision and accuracy he pursues. There are too many uncertainties in market behavior, and what he is good at is Things are completely useless in these fields.

There is another skill that has nothing to do with science and disciplines, and that is playing mahjong. When he was very young, he, Li Pei and others sat on Li Zhaokun's lap, and were exposed to this quintessence of Chinese art prematurely. Operations research, logic, probability theory, combinatorial permutation, etc. are integrated into mahjong, which can be said to be a veritable mahjong master.

"It was your fault in the first place." Mr. Wu Bo rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you make a mistake, you must correct it."

"But if you want to say that securities are gambling, I can't agree with it." Yang Huaiming knew that it was pointless to argue with a woman, but he couldn't help but argue, "According to your logic, life is gambling, and winning is a successful career. Winners in life. Losers are called losers.”

"Don't talk nonsense to me," Wu Bojun said seriously, "As long as people with a gambler's mentality go to stock trading, it is gambling. You don't understand anything. Buying stocks is based on luck. Everyone is happy when you win, but the consequences of losing are It means going bankrupt!

Do you know that my brother has escorted the chicken farm out! "

"What?" Yang Huai was so shocked that he couldn't speak. "Really?"

How much trust did Wu Poxiong have in him before he dared to escort the chicken farm out? He didn't know whether to be moved or laugh.

"Of course it's true." Mr. Wu Bo turned on the switch of the mixer and turned around with a rumbling sound.

Yang Huai finally understood the reason why Wu Bojun was angry. The chicken farm was the livelihood of the Wu family. If he lost money in the stock market, the consequences would be unimaginable!

I wanted to chase after him, but after thinking about it in the end, he still didn’t have it. I mixed the ingredients and fed him as usual.

In the evening, Wu Poxiong cooked a large table full of dishes. It was hard to imagine that a fat man with an unshaven beard could cook well.

The old lady of the Wu family was a vegetarian and prayed for Buddha. She always cooked vegetables in the kitchen and did not touch meat. The two men of the Wu family were forced to practice good cooking skills. It was not until Mr. Wu Bo resigned from the police force that they were freed from the servitude of the kitchen.

"Let's see if I can improve my skills." Wu Poxiong pulled Yang Huai to sit down and hurriedly opened the beer, "I'm happy today, drink enough."

"The trotters are in your stomach, you can chew one." Wu Xian was very happy when he learned that Yang Huai and his son had made a lot of money, and put the largest piece of pig's trotters into Yang Huai's bowl.

"Dad, he's so big. Be careful not to choke him to death. Our family will have to bear the responsibility then." Mr. Wu Bo was hesitant to tell her about the tragedy of his family's chicken farm being mortgaged. He shouldn't tell her. He couldn't bear to see her. She's being silly and happy here, let's talk about it, but she's afraid that my heart won't be able to bear it.

"Don't worry, I'm happy to be choked to death." After hearing this, Yang Huai took a hard bite on the pig's trotters, "Well, it tastes really good."

"If you like to eat, eat more." The old lady of the Wu family cooks alone and eats her own food every day. She has to start meals earlier than the rest of the family. Fortunately, the family has long been used to it, so there is no inconvenience. " Alcohol is harmful to your health, so drink less.”

"Sister Hua, you are the kindest person I have ever met." Yang Huai showed sincere respect and had his own beliefs, but he never interfered with others.

"Reciting the Buddha's name restrains oneself, not others," Sister Hua said cheerfully, "You just do your job and don't worry about an old woman like me."

"Sister Hua," after hearing these words, Yang Huai's respect deepened, he raised his glass and said, "I want to toast you. If you don't want to drink, you don't have to move."

A glass of beer slid into my stomach.

Sister Hua smiled and said, "Slow down, slow down."

After saying that, he entered his bedroom with Wu Xian watching.

This is what makes Yang Huai most strange. Although they are an old couple, they don't sleep in separate rooms?

The most important thing is that he barely sees any communication between the old couple!

He never saw the old couple talking at all. Old man Wu kept mumbling for a long time, but old lady Wu pretended not to hear and didn't respond at all.

He and Wu Poxiong were drinking, and they were the only two people left in the restaurant. Wu Pojun went to bed early and had to deliver goods tomorrow morning. Old Wu drank too much and went to lie down by himself.

"Sister Hua and Brother Wu are having conflicts again?" He finally couldn't help but make insinuations.

"Can't you understand?" Wu Poxiong asked with a smile.

"The old couple are still angry." Yang Huai could not understand this family from beginning to end.

"I'm telling you secretly, but you can't tell outsiders," Wu Poxiong was so drunk that he was so confused that he spoke with a loud tongue, "You raise your hands and swear!"

"I'm just curious." Yang Huai certainly didn't dare to promise easily.

"Have you seen Jackie Chan's "Plan A"?" Wu Poxiong couldn't help his desire to talk.

"Of course I have seen it." Yang Huai nodded. He remembered the content of this film clearly. At the beginning of the last century, rampant pirates in Hong Kong repeatedly hijacked merchant ships. In order to maintain its position as a trade center, the Hong Kong government reorganized its navy to combat pirates.

At first, his blood boiled with excitement.

"Do you have any impression of Luo Sanpao?" Wu Poxiong continued to ask.

"Of course." Yang Huai continued to nod, although he didn't understand what Wu Poxiong meant by asking this question.

"Brother Huai, you are not an outsider. Let me tell you the truth, I was a water bandit when I was young," Wu Poxiong looked around and whispered, "Although Hong Kong was not so prosperous in the past, there were hundreds of ships entering the harbor every day. , they are not as exaggerated as in TV movies, they just steal containers!"

"Such a big container." Yang Huai didn't believe it.

"The water bandits focus on small container ships with relatively low freeboards while they are anchored or moored. They approach them in small boats, climb aboard, and pry open the containers. They include hardware, department stores, and daily necessities, and they will not let go of anything that can be cashed in," Whether it was his eyes or his tone, Wu Poxiong had a trace of longing, as if he was born at the wrong time, "Of course, like heavy mechanical equipment, throw it away when it's time to throw it away."

"Then, most of the damaged ships should be from the mainland." Yang Huai understood something.

ps; Autumn harvest is quite busy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.