The Richest Man Yang Fei

A handsome young man in his twenties, once he made a move, he bought five million yuan, and he bought an unpopular stock that everyone looked down upon!

This kind of thing, even in the big family room, is not common.

While everyone was amazed, they couldn't help but make wild guesses.

Could it be that this kid has a mine at home?

Even if you have a mine at home, don't burn your money to play like this!

"Fool!"

"Little red guy!"

"spendthrift!"

Seeing that Yang Fei couldn't be persuaded, the wealthy households scolded him in private, thinking that this person was wasting money!

A few million, what stock do you buy?

If you buy a few stocks at will, there will be ups and downs, and you won't be completely defeated. If you lose money, you will jump off a building, right?

This guy is good, as soon as he entered the big family room, he bet more than five million yuan on a piece of junk stock!

Da Jinya shook his head, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, a good young man, he is just useless like this. This junk stock has been down for a few months, who will buy it?"

Someone laughed and said, "Maybe, he wants to save this trash stock by himself?"

"Rescue?" Da Jinya sneered, "Unless he is a living immortal!"

"Hahaha, let's see how long he can last, and whether he will jump off the building in the future!" Everyone came to a conclusion.

After Yang Fei entered the big family room, his first transaction shocked other big family members.

This multi-million dollar deal made Yang Fei instantly a "celebrity" in the big family.

The big players will discuss the stock market among themselves.

Most of the people who can enter the big family room are the big bosses of one party or the owners of the business. Discussions are discussions, and in the end they still stick to their own opinions. No one can persuade the other. After the heated discussion, everyone buys their own.

Although there are people who buy any kind of stock, there is a surprising consensus on one thing, that is, Yanzhong stock is not worth buying.

As you can see, this new young man has neither a mobile phone nor a BB machine, and wears an ordinary white T-shirt. He doesn't look like a multi-millionaire, let alone a senior investor in a suit and leather shoes.

In this era, what is crazier than the qigong craze is the stock speculation craze.

In society, in addition to qigong masters, there are also stock madness, stock maniacs, and stock devils.

Of course, occasionally there is a stock god.

After the initial strong reaction, some big households discussed that there was someone behind Yang Fei, perhaps a rich man's trader.

After Yang Fei finished the transaction, he looked at the analysis curve on the computer.

At this time, near noon, a middle-aged woman came in with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl carrying many boxes of lunch.

"Box lunch, box lunch." The woman yelled loudly.

The big players didn't go back at noon, just ate inside and continued to study stocks.

Yang Fei asked, "How do you sell the box lunch?"

"Good three yuan, almost two yuan. Little brother, how much do you want?" The woman Shang Hai has a strong accent, with a hint of teasing.

"Hey, Li Jiao'e, how do you know that he's a little brother? Maybe he's a big one?"

"Big Gold Tooth, don't talk to me, you haven't paid me for the meals these days! Alla is a small business, and there is no credit."

"Hey, who am I, Da Jinya? Since the three major securities companies, I have been an old man in a big household! Wanguo, Shenyin, Haitong, which company does not know me, Dajinya? Now, some big households Jumped off the building, some ran to the street to sell newspapers, only my big gold tooth is still strong! I will send you lunch money? Funny!"

Yang Fei bought a lunch box worth three yuan, and asked casually, "How many lunch boxes did you sell today? Which one sells more, the one for three yuan or the one for two yuan?"

"What? You want to steal my business?" Li Jiao'e giggled, "I think back then, I was in a big family room too! If I didn't lose money, I wouldn't sell lunch boxes!"

Yang Fei said lightly: "Don't worry,

I don't think so. I just want to see the stock market from the box lunch you sell. "

"You little brother, it's really interesting, a boxed lunch is a boxed lunch, how can you tell the stock price?" Li Jiao'e took the money and handed over a boxed lunch, "Little brother, eat your boxed lunch and look at your computer! "

"When people in the stock market make money, they will buy your lunch box for three yuan. If they lose money, they can only buy lunch box for two yuan. From your daily box lunch sales, you can see whether the stock market is in good or bad weather."

Li Jiao'e stopped laughing and looked at Yang Fei with weird eyes. She felt that this person was either a lunatic or a fool.

The girl behind her took out a small book with the word "Composition" written on the cover, handed it to Yang Fei, and said, "The lunch boxes we sell every day are counted on it."

Yang Fei stretched out his hand to take it, but she withdrew it back.

"It's fine to show you, but you have to give me money." The girl's beautiful eyes flashed a shrewd look.

"Well, how much do you want?" Yang Fei asked with a smile.

"Ten yuan!" The girl boldly stretched out a finger.

Now many factories are being laid off. The workers who have not been laid off are only paid 250 to 60 yuan a month. She asks for 10 yuan, which is indeed not low.

"Yes." Yang Fei took out thirteen yuan and handed it to her, "This is the money for the lunch box plus the money for this small book. Little sister, don't you go to school?"

"I graduated high school!"

Yang Fei was startled, and said with a smile: "You have a baby face! You look like a little girl."

"I'm only seventeen and a half years old, am I not a little girl?"

"You didn't get into college?"

"Who said I didn't pass the exam? I just don't want to study!"

Yang Fei chuckled and flipped through her little notebook.

Da Jinya smiled while eating: "Li Jiao'e, your daughter Chen Chun is better at doing business than you. I made you another ten dollars."

Chen Chun pouted: "She is her, I am me, and the money I earn is my pocket money."

While reading the notebook, Yang Fei drew curves on the white paper, and said with a smile: "Your name is Chen Chun? Do you want to make money? From now on, you will give me the number of boxed meals your mother sells every day, and I will Here's ten dollars."

"Really?" Chen Chun's eyes lit up, and he counted in his mind, ten yuan a day, three hundred yuan a month, which is equivalent to a worker's salary, and it's so easy.

Yang Fei hummed.

"Then pull Gougou!" Chen Chun said, really stretching out the little finger of his right hand.

Yang Fei laughed, shook his head, and shook hands with her.

Chen Chun sang earnestly: "Pull the hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change!"

"I'm going to die!" Li Jiao'e patted her daughter on the back of the neck, "Give me the money."

"Why do I give you the money I earned by my ability?" Chen Chun mischievously threw away his hand, turned around and ran away.

"This girl is really looking for death!" Li Jiao'e picked up the unsold lunch box and chased after her.

Yang Fei looked at the drawn curve and thought for a while.

A strong smell of smoke came to the nostrils.

Yang Fei raised his head and saw Da Jinya's yellow front teeth.

"Hey, little brother, where do you study stocks?"

"Lunch index, you can watch it if you want." Yang Fei said generously.

"A few lunch boxes, what can you tell?" Da Jinya said with a disapproving expression.

Yang Fei smiled indifferently, thinking that you, a big boss with a background in mining, would not understand the secrets of the stock market such as the bento index.