The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

You need to write a testimonial when you put it on the shelf. (I’m so nervous, I’m so nervous. It’s going to be published tomorrow, so I guess the collection should be thrown away.)

Let me summarize first.

Life is so fucking difficult. (I finally understand why the child was crying when he landed.)

Laoyu was born in 1987, so he is now thirty-three this year. (nominal age)

If he wrote a book about his experience, it would be very legendary. However, the abuser must never be able to abuse him again. (Afraid of driving you crazy, I’ll just write something simple.)

Dropped out of school in the second grade of junior high school at the age of fourteen (so if you criticize me in the future, please don’t criticize this because it was written by a primary school student.)

I worked as a security guard, worked in a factory, and worked on a construction site. (really moving bricks and resisting cement bags)

Keep wandering.

Assembly line, open a restaurant, set up a street stall, enter a factory, learn technology, do electric welding, and learn to paint walls.

Then pick up rags and collect waste. (I’m not talking about jingles... collecting rags has been Laoyu’s happiest time in the past few decades.)

Ten years later...nothing has been accomplished.

I have worked in so many professions that I can’t even count them. I can’t remember them all. If I wasn’t fifty, I might have been thirty. Unfortunately, none of them persisted until the end.

I didn't make any money, but I got an occupational disease from exhaustion. Lumbar vertebrae dislocation, neck and shoulder disease, tail vertebrae dislocation.

Blame this cheating society? Do you blame your parents for being farmers? Or do you blame yourself for not working hard?

No one can blame me but myself for not persisting.

Then I don’t know why, but I accidentally jumped into the financial industry.

This will last five years.

Ups and downs, ups and downs.

I've made money, and I've made a lot of money. I do it myself, and I also do it for others.

When I understood a lot of things, looking back, I was already in my early thirties.

Some of them made a lot of money, making hundreds of thousands a day.

Then nothing happened, the position was liquidated, and the market blew it up in the middle of the year. (You can beat the market a hundred times, but losing to yourself once means death.)

Once we go back to eighteen years ago, it is even worse than eighteen years ago.

As for why, it was all written in the first book.

Later, I found a job.

Analyst. Chief analyst of an investment company.

The salary and benefits are pretty good, so just go for it.

People have to eat. If you don’t eat, your children have to eat.

(The work content is very easy, even an old fish can’t do it if it’s not easy.

The lumbar vertebrae are misaligned, and the bed feels crooked even when sleeping. It is impossible to do heavy work, not to mention the severe neck and shoulder disease.

I often can't lift one arm, which is a sequelae of electric welding in the previous shipyard. )

As an analyst, I write investment reports and so on. Although my writing skills are terrible, writing this kind of thing is not childish.

Having been involved in the financial market for so many years, I am not proficient in technical analysis or fundamental analysis. (But it’s useless. Even experienced people understand that making money in this business is based on mentality.)

Then, I stopped working within a month.

The reason is that Lao Yu is a human being. He still has a little bit of conscience that he thought he had been eaten by a dog, and he is not yet able to speak out with peace of mind like Li Dapao.

Analysts have to cooperate with the company's sales department to develop customers, recommend stocks every day, analyze the market, and let some new customers open accounts and deposit funds.

I'm in this business myself, so I don't understand anything.

Those noobs and rookies in the boss's mouth are just like leeks when people come here.

It's already miserable enough for the leeks to be cut everywhere, but we can't help them. (This is not done by humans. Many of our peers have lost their fortunes and their families.)

I can't let go of my conscience. (You deserve to be miserable.)

What should I do if I want to eat? I can’t bend down (bending will compress the nerves and make the person unable to move).

I can't lift my hands (a sequelae of five or six years of electric welding).

No matter how you adjust it, you can still adjust it. It seems that only Mazi meets Lao Yu's physical and mental conditions.

(No need to trick people into treating them like leeks, rest assured!)

If writing can be regarded as a profession, Lao Yu has another profession in his life. (Isn’t he very talented? He has worked in so many industries in eighteen years.)

After getting into the trap, I found that if it is a profession, online authors and writers may be the most difficult profession. (If you have a choice, don’t do this)

Not to mention the fierce competition, except for the great ones who can become famous after a small setback, there are a large number of authors whose income is not as high as picking up rags.

It’s still the same income as picking up rags ten years ago. (Old fish have done this before. Ten years ago, I could easily earn 150 yuan a day collecting rags.)

Internet articles. One hundred thousand fans can provide enough food and clothing. (Let’s eat dirt below)

The first book took half a year and earned 2,600 yuan. (It includes 1,200 for two months of perfect attendance), why not pick up rags?

Of course, this is the reason why Laoyu rushes to the street. (There are millions of authors of online articles, how many have become great?)

Later, I kept wondering if I had chosen the wrong pen name. If it had a fish in it, it must be salted fish.

I have written so much, but it is just a random comparison, and I don’t know what I am writing.

Forget it, just think of me as a daily loser.

This year, I didn’t dare to go home during the Chinese New Year.

There are two reasons. I live in the north and have no heating at home. As everyone can imagine, my hands are so cold that I can’t even think about coding when I get home.

Another reason is that I have no money and will lose everything.

I can't go back to see my family, and I don't have the courage to see my aging parents and children who are still studying.

He's over thirty, and he looks like a bird, and he's like no one else.

So I stayed in the south to celebrate the New Year alone.

The temperature is high and there is no delay in coding. Everyone probably knows that Laoyu has been updating thousands of times a day recently, just to put it on the shelves on the 1st and get an extra 600 yuan for full attendance next month.

(It’s about to be put on the shelves. I’m so excited that I can’t write an article. It’s related to whether I can survive. I must be nervous.)

I hope that if you, the bosses, enjoy watching it, gain something, or like it, you will not owe Laoyu that little salary.

If you're in a good mood for the holidays or something, you can be an old fish and give me some bonuses, chicken legs or something.

Why is it that everyone is the boss, not the starting point?

Well, Qidian doesn't read anything written by your author. It's useless, good or bad, worthless and without a subscription. You're just a chicken, squatting on the bench waiting to die. (Capitalists only care about profits.)

Therefore, the real boss is every reader, and every author’s income comes from readers’ cents.

Lao Yu should be right about this logical relationship.

Therefore, bosses please subscribe without hesitation. We cannot delay the wages of coders. So hard. (It’s not kidnapping, it’s all the truth!)

Here, I would like to wish all bosses a Happy New Year in advance.

When you meet a woman you like, you can have sex with her whenever you want. Whoever is unhappy will be unlucky. In the coming year, she will get a promotion and salary increase, and make a lot of money. Good luck comes first, not a small leek.

Lao Yu, I wish you all the best in 2019. Every day in 2019, you will be the protagonist and shameless Zhao Jiangchuan.

With a shout, Laoyu asked for the first order. Please subscribe. (You can grab red envelopes at the starting point after eight o'clock every night. Let me say it shamelessly. Grab someone else's to support Laoyu. How difficult is it for Ma Liandao!)