My 1991

Miss Yu from Shanghai Stock Exchange

Yu Wanzhi?

Hey, this is his noble person, who pays him a salary, and he doesn't dare to neglect him.

No matter how long this thigh can hold you in the future? He could hold her as far as he could, but his yearning was very fervent.

He put on his cotton pants randomly, put them on backwards, took them off and put them on again.

While putting it on, I thought to myself, these thick cotton pants are indeed warm, but there are no front or rear pockets to distinguish them. It's always easy to make mistakes.

It doesn't matter if a woman wears the wrong clothes as an average man, it doesn't matter anyway.

After putting on my pants and clothes, I hurriedly crossed the street and came to the canteen.

"Hello, Miss Yu."

Lu An greeted her as she grabbed the receiver.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu, did I disturb your rest?"

Yu Guanzhi's voice was very gentle, and it felt like drinking chicken soup stewed by an old hen. It was very nourishing.

Lu An glanced at the uncle next to him and realized that this man must have betrayed him and said that he was sleeping.

"Nothing, I usually wake up and stay in bed for a while."

Then he asked: "Miss Yu came to me so early. Is there something urgent?"

Yu Guanzhi said: "It's not that urgent, but I do have two things to do with you."

Lu An calmed down and said, "Please tell me."

Yu Guanzhi said without hesitation: "The first thing is about the "eternal" painting.

Uncle Chen and I have discussed it recently and are planning to send your "eternal" paintings to exhibitions and test the waters in China first as planned.

If the effect is good, it will be promoted overseas.

At the same time, we also plan to participate in the awards evaluation of major domestic oil painting competitions.”

[This station is broadcasting an important message: The supply period for the stock subscription warrants issued for the first time in this city will end on February 1. Stock subscription warrants cost NT$30 each and are non-refundable regardless of winning or not. If you need it, please bring your certificate.]

"Mr. Lu, are you still there?"

After saying two things in one breath, Yu Guanzhi couldn't help but ask when he found no response from the other end of the phone.

[.Zizzi. Hiss. Purchase at 450 business outlets of securities companies, banks and trust companies.]

After a burst of noisy electricity, the radio continued to broadcast.

"Mr. Lu? Mr. Lu?"

"Dudududu"

Lu An, who was listening intently, was startled when he found that the phone was disconnected and there were all beeps and busy signals.

Stock warrant?

Lu An's mind suddenly buzzed, and he suddenly remembered something big.

A legendary event: the 92 Fortune Certificate!

This stock subscription certificate should be it, right?

Although he didn't have the opportunity to participate in this "getting rich" feast in his previous life, he doesn't know exactly when it started?

When will it end?

How was the process?

But I heard its famous name more than once later. Like wholesale cabbage, it churned out the country's first millionaires.

For example, ordinary people's households in the Shanghai stock market have become "thousand-yuan households".

For example, it allowed a group of big guys to complete the primitive accumulation of capital on their life journey.

Wealth Certificate.92 Wealth Certificate.

Lu An muttered a few words, then turned around and looked at the calendar in the canteen: January 26th.

Is it January 26th?

Fortunately, okay, it was a false alarm. There are still 5 days until February 1st, so there is still time.

But the next second he felt something was wrong. Isn't today the Lunar New Year? Why isn't it marked on the calendar?

After staring at the calendar for three seconds, Lu An asked in a cold voice:

"Uncle, what's the date today?"

The boss was sharpening his knife and said without looking back: "Lunar calendar 24th."

At this time, Na Juan came out of the room yawning and stretched to help correct his father's answer: "I asked about the solar calendar, not the lunar calendar. Xiao An, today is January 28 in the solar calendar."

January 28 January 28

Lu An hurriedly reached out and tore off the two calendars, and immediately saw the latest one: January 28, 1992, the Southern New Year.

Holy shit!

His blood pressure suddenly shot up to the sky, and he was usually so good-tempered that he couldn't help but curse.

Isn’t there only three days left between January 28 and February 1?

3 days!

It would take at least half a day to get to Baoqing by myself. We also have to buy tickets and take the train to Shanghai. These three days are not enough at all.

He had thought of taking a flight to Changcheng City, but now it was the Spring Festival travel period, and it was his turn to get air tickets that were already in short supply?

You must know that planes these days are reserved for people with status. Even if he is willing to spend money, he may not be able to get it.

At this moment, he wanted to die.

It’s been three months since I came back from the reincarnation, why haven’t I thought about the stock subscription certificate?

It's not like he was unprepared, he was even very prepared.

In order not to miss the news and current affairs outside, he insisted on reading the newspaper every day in the past few months, but why the hell didn't the newspaper in Hunan Province report it?

At this moment, his heart is bleeding!

After thinking for a long time, he slowly figured out what was going on?

It is probably because this time the stock subscription warrants in the Shanghai Stock Exchange are only open to the entire population of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. It is normal for other provinces and cities not to pay attention.

Moreover, it was severely criticized in the initial stage of its release. It is even more excusable that inland provinces far away from Shanghai did not report it.

Of course, the most critical thing is that there are too many major news during this period. There is no shortage of news materials in newspapers, and there is not even enough space to publish them.

For example, the polar bear fell, occupying too many sections of the newspaper every day.

For example, the reform of the market economic system and the 92 Southern Tour were top priorities in news reports.

Every policy and instruction of the country regarding the market economic system, every speech and every action of a great man will be followed up and reported by newspapers. In this way, how can there be a "subscription certificate" thousands of miles away?

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling."

Just as he was scratching his heart and lungs, the landline phone rang again.

This time, before Najuan and her daughter could react, Lu An had already picked up the receiver with quick hands and eyes.

Upon hearing this, it turned out that it was Yu Guanzhi calling again.

"Hello, look for Lu An again."

"Miss Yu, it's me."

Hearing Lu An's voice, Yu Guanzhi explained: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, maybe the signal was not good just now, so I hung up."

It's because the signal is not good, it's because I didn't pay attention to what you said.

He was so anxious now that he was racing against time: "Miss Yu, that radio just now."

"I was afraid that it would affect my phone calls, so I turned it off." Yu Guanzhi glanced at his grandfather in the yard outside and told him.

Lu An was about to cry and asked quickly: "Is the radio still there? Can you turn it on?"

Yu Guanzhi was stunned, and suddenly understood why he had been silent just now, and was instead listening to the radio.

Yu Guanzhi said: "Okay."

Luan said thank you.

Yu Guanzhi put the receiver on the coffee table, then turned and went to the yard.

Under her grandfather's gaze, she smiled gently, then picked up the radio in front of his old man and walked back to the living room.

The old man was a little depressed. He had just been kicked out by his eldest granddaughter, and his butt was still hot. Why was the radio taken away again?

But feeling depressed, the old man stood up and followed him back to the living room with his little hands behind his back. He couldn't do it without listening to the radio. Wherever it went, he would follow.

The radio continued to announce:

[According to analysis by professionals, based on the companies waiting to be listed and their stock values, in theory, almost every subscription warrant should be picked.]

Hearing the news, Lu An felt a chill in her heart, and a thought flashed through her mind: It's over.

The reason why the previous sales of subscription certificates were met with lukewarm response was that the general public in Shanghai believed that the probability of winning the lottery was very low.

And this thing cannot be returned.

You must know that the salary of many university teachers in Shanghai is only about 300 to 400 a month, and a subscription certificate costs 30 yuan. Isn't this a sky-high price?

Who dares to buy randomly?

But as soon as this news came out, Lu An had reason to believe that the subsequent subscription certificates would definitely become a hot commodity.

In other words, currently in the Shanghai stock market, this subscription certificate has become a hot commodity.

So even if I take a train or a plane there, is it still too late?

He had heard before that when subscription certificates were not popular in the early days, outsiders could buy them without a certificate.

As the market becomes more popular later, the control becomes much stricter. It is almost difficult for outsiders without a license to fish in troubled waters.

After the broadcast, the radio switched to the song request column amidst the sizzling current noise.

Just as the grandfather and grandson looked at each other, Lu An's voice came from the microphone:

"Ms. Yu, thank you, that's all."

After Yu Guanzhi listened, he raised his jade-white wrist and put the radio in front of his grandfather.

The old man pursed his lips and was furious. How could he not know that his eldest granddaughter asked him to go outside with the radio?

He just didn't. He took a sip of tea, turned off the radio, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa.

Yu Guanzhi smiled, knowing that his grandfather was just looking for fun, so he immediately stopped caring about him, picked up the receiver and said: "Mr. Lu"

"Hey, we have known each other for such a long time. Don't call me Mr. Lu anymore. It's a bit embarrassing. From now on, call me Lu An, or Xiao An."

Then I heard the person say shamelessly: "Of course, courtesy reciprocates, I won't call you Miss Yu anymore. From now on, you will be called Mr. Yu, or Sister Yu?"

Hearing this, the old man who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed immediately opened his eyes and looked straight at the red receiver in his eldest granddaughter's hand.

Without paying attention to her grandfather's expression, Yu Guanzhi smiled knowingly, pondered for a few seconds and then said: "I am more than ten years older than you, please call me Sister Yu from now on."

Hearing the other party say this, Lu An felt happy, hey! Another successful step closer to the thigh, not bad.

The goal was achieved. In order to save time, Lu An chose to keep the story short, "Sister Yu, did you hear the radio message just now?"

Regarding the matter of subscription certificates, although Yu Guanzhi, who is in the Shanghai stock market, has not paid much attention to it, he has heard a lot about it as the most popular topic nowadays.

He hummed softly at the moment and waited for the next step.

She secretly guessed that Lu An might be tempted by the subscription certificate.

Lu An took a deep breath and asked further, "Sister Yu, is this subscription certificate easy to buy?"

As expected, Yu Guanzhi said calmly: "It was easy to buy before, but I heard that it is more popular these days, one is hard to find, and the price is relatively high."

Lu An felt nervous and didn't know how to speak. It was still too late.

But faced with this once-in-a-century opportunity to make a fortune, he didn't give up.

He knew very well that in the first few years of the 1990s, the best outlet was subscription certificates.

If he misses this, will he not be able to be a salty fish in the next few years?

Who can stand this?

Thinking of this, he lost his temper and asked bravely: "Sister Yu, if I want to buy it, do you think it's still late?"

Wen Xian knew the elegant meaning, and they were all smart people. Yu Guanzhi immediately understood what he was thinking.

After thinking for a while, he said: "If you rush here by yourself, the time will probably be tighter.

Moreover, stock subscription certificates are only available to all Shanghai residents, and there are identity restrictions. "

Listening, Luan's expectations keep falling...

At this point, Yu Guanzhi paused and then said, "But if you just want to buy a small amount, I can go take a look for you."

Lu An's eyes lit up, and her expectations were instantly raised. She wanted to crawl along the phone line and kiss her.

The old man was not pretentious and did not dare to be pretentious at all. He decided the matter directly with one sentence:

"Okay, please excuse me, Sister Yu. I'll come to Shanghai to treat you to a drink after everything is done."

Yu Guanzhi said: "You don't have to be so polite, but since you don't have a Shanghai Stock Exchange account, I can't guarantee that you can buy too much. You have to be mentally prepared."

Some words are easy to understand as soon as you hear them. What the other person says implies two meanings:

First, he is a foreigner. An unregistered whiteboard is most suitable for him, but under the current situation, it is difficult to buy a whiteboard at the bank.

In other words, due to the increase in buyers, it is hard to say whether the bank will sell the whiteboard or not?

The second one is the most critical. If things are marketed, the price will naturally go up. If the bank cannot buy the whiteboard, it can only buy it on the black market.

Where is the black market?

The black market is a place where people float with the wind and raise prices. With Lu An’s current worth, how much can he buy?

That's why Yu Wanzhi said it euphemistically.

Although the two are now in a cooperative relationship, they are not very familiar with each other after all, and the trust between the two parties has not yet been completely established.

Because she values ​​Lu An's oil painting skills, she can help him appropriately, but this help must not be unlimited.

In this regard, Lu An has a very positive attitude. If the other party is willing to help him, it is already very good. How can he dare to ask for too much?

He had lived for so long in his previous life, and he still understood a simple truth: if you want to live a prosperous life, you have to know your place at all times.

Lu An said sincerely: "Thank you. In fact, I just bought it for fun. I want to buy the best. It doesn't matter if I can't buy it."

Yu Guanzhi switched the receiver from his left hand to his right hand. Naturally, he would not take the polite words seriously. Instead, he said: "I'll go take a look when I have time. I'll call you if I have any news."

Lu An happily said yes and thanked him again.

The two of them had a tacit understanding on this matter. If Yu Guanzhi didn't take the initiative to ask him why he was suddenly interested in stock warrants, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell him.

After the topic of stock subscription certificates was over, Yu Guanzhi returned to the topic, "Bo Chen and I are going to send the work "Eternity" to art exhibitions and oil painting competitions, hoping to win awards.

what do you think? "

They just gave me a candied date in front of me. Lu An had a very good attitude and said very humbly:

"To be honest, I don't know much about these things. You are experts on how works work. I trust you, Sister Yu. From now on, you can make your own decisions about these things. You don't have to ask me about everything."

He said nothing about Chen Quan and only gave her his trust.

After getting his nod, Yu Guanzhi said yes.

Seeing his eldest granddaughter hang up the phone, the old man asked: "Is this Lu An the painter you are very fond of?"

Yu Guanzhi nodded, "Uncle Chen is more optimistic about him than me."

Then she figured out what grandpa meant, "Grandpa, what do you think of him?"

The old man said nonchalantly: "Slippery, a little clever."

Yu Guanzhi smiled and said: "He is still a student, only 18 years old this year."

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ps: Accepting everyone’s opinions, Nazhen is changed to Najuan. Considering that there was little popularity in the first few years of the 1990s, I decided to write the 1992 Prosperity Certificate.