Rebirth of the Wild Age

In the evening, the five small bosses invited Song Weiyang to dinner, and Lin Zhuoyun, as a teacher's wife, was also invited.

After pushing a cup to change a cup, Qi Sheng asked, "Mr. Song, do you have any stocks this year?"

"I bought some casually, just for fun, a small gamble for fun." Song Weiyang said.

Qi Sheng said proudly: "I bought Gujing Tribute Liquor. It's only been over a month, and the stock price has already tripled."

"Let's get rid of it as soon as possible. I have also learned about Gujing Gong's stocks. The traces of dealer manipulation are too serious." Song Weiyang persuaded.

"The farmer eats meat, we drink soup," Qi Sheng said with a smile, "This Gujing tribute wine can still rise for at least half a year, which is much faster than getting money from business."

Song Weiyang said: "As long as you are happy, I won't persuade you much."

Gujing Gong Liquor was listed at the end of September this year. A branch of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China illegally borrowed 11.7 billion yuan to a securities company, and the speculation of Gujing Gong, which had just been listed, went viral. In addition, a diesel engine company in Jicheng was listed, and a branch of China CITIC Bank also illegally borrowed 4.8 billion yuan to a securities company for operation.

There are countless such cases, and each of them is deadly to the extreme.

Illegal lending by banks, overdraft by securities firms, and trading by state-owned enterprises violated regulations. With the little money Song Weiyang invests, you don't even think about being a banker. If you don't see the word "billion", you have no right to speak at all.

Liu Zhixiong persuaded: "Old Qi, listen to Mr. Song and sell the stocks. Speculation is not a long-term solution after all. It is better to do business and sell products."

"I'll sell it in two months." Qi Sheng didn't take it seriously, he said, "The national economic situation is good now, and Hong Kong City will return next year. How can the stock market go down at this time? Even if it goes down Yes, the government will also take care of it! In my opinion, the stock market will definitely rise sharply before the return of Hong Kong City in June next year."

Song Weiyang smiled and said nothing, too lazy to explain.

Lu Yuanchao asked, "Mr. Song, I also bought 30,000 yuan worth of stocks, Shenzhen Development Bank, when do you think it's best to sell them?"

"Early December." Song Weiyang said.

"Then I will sell it on December 1st." Lu Yuanchao was very obedient.

"Why is it early December?" Du Zhongyu asked.

Song Weiyang smiled and said: "I don't know about stocks. I only know that banks have to settle accounts at the end of the year, and all the troops must be short of funds. Now the banks, state-owned enterprises, and brokerages are messing around, and they should reveal their true colors by the end of the year. Boldly publish false reports. Look at it, starting from mid-December, those dealers should start cutting leeks."

This was actually heard by Qi Sheng, and he said: "Then I will sell the stock at the beginning of December, and I will buy it back next year!"

Song Weiyang added: "Also, many stocks were newly listed this year, and a large number of them were listed in a concentrated manner in the middle of the year. By the end of the year, the six-month restricted sale period will have passed, and those subscribers will sell in groups, which will inevitably lead to the decline of many new stocks."

"Mr. Song, the more you talk, the more intimidating you become." Qi Sheng felt a little guilty, and felt that the stocks in his hand were not stable.

Based on these few words, after a month and a half, the five of them had already regarded Song Weiyang as a stock god, because the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock market trends were exactly as Song Weiyang said.

A little drunk, Song Weiyang stopped drinking and left with Lin Zhuoyun after chatting for a while.

The five little bosses sent them out of the restaurant and respectfully said: "Teacher, go slowly, teacher, go slowly!"

"Go slowly, too." Lin Zhuoyun smiled.

After waiting for the taxi, Lin Zhuoyun suddenly asked, "Where do you get so many students? Five of them came from Shencheng."

"I have too many students," Song Weiyang coaxed, "There are two or three thousand students in Shencheng alone, and there are peaches and plums all over the world."

"Just blow it!" Lin Zhuoyun laughed.

Song Weiyang said: "You still don't believe the truth."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "Be honest, when did you go to Shencheng?"

Song Weiyang said, "Three years ago."

"Didn't you go to Shenghai three years ago?" Lin Zhuoyun asked confusedly.

Song Weiyang glanced at the driver, leaned close to Lin Zhuoyun's ear and whispered, "Three years ago, I went to Shencheng. I met Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao on the train..."

It was like listening to a legendary story, Lin Zhuoyun was both surprised and funny.

In particular, Song Weiyang engaged in fraud and recruited journalists and professors. In the end, he tricked the reporters and professors into helping him publicize, and took the opportunity to start an entrepreneurial tutoring class. What the hell is this? Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help it at all, covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Her cheeks were sore, Lin Zhuoyun spat: "You liar!"

"If I were a liar, those who drank today would be cheaters," Song Weiyang said. "Have you ever seen a cheater who knew he was cheated and flew thousands of miles to express his gratitude?"

Lin Zhuoyun said: "Then you are a big liar, you sold someone and counted the money for you."

Song Weiyang said: "You have to be careful, maybe one day I will sell you too."

"You dare... Poof! Hahahahaha!" Lin Zhuoyun laughed again as she spoke, probably thinking of Dr. Ma's heroic image when he was in the deep city.

Song Weiyang saw a hotel through the car window and said, "Don't go back to Wujiaochang tonight, just rest in the city."

"No, I still have class tomorrow." Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang immediately covered his forehead: "Oh, I drank too much alcohol today, and I have a headache. I want to rest and sleep. Master, stop at the hotel ahead, or I'll spit on you in the car."

The driver quickly said, "Hold on, I'll pull over right away."

in a minute.

Song Weiyang pushed the door and got out of the car, covered his mouth, and put on an air: "Ugh!"

"Are you really throwing up?" Lin Zhuoyun paid for it and went down to support her.

Song Weiyang said: "I can't do it, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep after drinking."

The more Lin Zhuoyun looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong, she pushed him away and said, "Who are you lying to? You really think I'm a fool."

Song Weiyang pointed to the tall building of the hotel and said: "Standing on the top to see the night view should be very good, why don't we go up and enjoy it?"

"Big liar!" Lin Zhuoyun blushed and walked into the hotel.

"Hey, wait for me, don't be so impatient." Song Weiyang chased after him.

The two came to the front desk of the hotel and took out their documents to register.

Song Weiyang asked: "Do you have umbrellas in your guest room?"

The girl at the front desk obviously didn't understand, and replied: "The weather forecast says that it won't rain for the next week."

Lin Zhuoyun also asked, "What are you looking for for an umbrella?"

Song Weiyang felt that the world was so simple, and asked again: "Does your hotel have balloons?"

"No." The girl at the front desk shook her head and said.

"You are still a five-star hotel, and you don't even have balloons!" Song Weiyang was very angry.

The girl at the front desk slapped her head: "I remember, there were still some balloons left during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time. Wait a minute, sir, and I'll find them for you right away."

Soon, the girl at the front desk dug out a bag of balloons from the cabinet. Some were red, some were blue, some were white, and they were colorful. They were all decent balloons.

Song Weiyang stuffed one into his mouth and blew it until it was as big as his head. He said helplessly, "Let's go, dear, let's go upstairs to see the night view."

The girl at the front desk was still shouting from behind: "Sir, is one balloon enough? Do you want to get a few more?"

"Leave it to yourself and blow it slowly." Song Weiyang said gloomily.

The girl at the front desk murmured, "What a weirdo. He came to the hotel looking for umbrellas and balloons."