From the end of November to the beginning of December, after bottoming out at 3 points, the Shanghai Composite Index experienced a retaliatory rebound, from 386 points to more than 7 points in just half a month, and then after a short adjustment and hovering for a few days, another bull market started. prelude. The mad influx of funds into Shanghai has become active again, and the market policy is still loose, so that those investors who have rushed into the stock market have seen the dawn of hope. The millions of big households have almost changed their faces, but the funds rushing to the stock market have not decreased by half. , the whole market burst out with vitality.
However, several stocks listed recently have never achieved the glorious record in the first half of the year, and often opened high and traded low. No matter what the bookmakers did, they could not make enough profits, but instead caused some ambitious individuals to fall into extinction. On the contrary, the old eight stocks and blue-chip stocks in the first half of the year have been on the rise. Due to the influence of the bull market some time ago, too many retail investors are still trapped at high levels. The entire market trend has also made those who try to fish in troubled waters complain.
For this wave of market, Chen Yuanming naturally did not let it go. Now it is not time to just sit and drop the pie in the sky. In the face of complex disks, he has been relying on foresight and foresight. Judgment, but in this wild age of China's stock market, his ideas and cognition are still advanced enough, and it is too easy to make money. Multiple stocks are operated at the same time, small-scale buying or selling, although the growth of the numbers on the book is not enough, but it is stable enough.
On the contrary, Xiao Yun chose to do some operations by himself this time. He has enough principal and accumulated some experience in stock trading. He can't always follow Chen Yuanming's ass to pick up ready-made products, and it is time to learn to fly solo. The rising channel of the good market has been opened, even if you can't catch the hot spot, you can make a steady profit without losing money.
This back and forth, in 1992, turned the next page in a blink of an eye. As the Spring Festival approached, the stock market continued to heat up, but the spring break was just around the corner, and many large foreign investors also began to pack their bags and prepare to fight again next year.
"How is it, it's New Year's Eve, do you have any plans?" After the market closed that day, Xiao Yun moved his shoulders a little and leaned on the sofa. It's time for him to go home, and the phone calls come one by one. No amount of temptation can stop the family calling. It's time to go north and return to Beijing, but what about this young man? Does he... have a home to go back to
Facing Xiao Yun's searching gaze, Chen Yuanming paused for a while, and casually put away the clutter in front of him.
"Come home, of course."
Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, like a night walk in brocade. Slightly lowered his eyes, Chen Yuanming exhaled softly. It's been two years, it's time to go home.
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Because the Spring Festival of 1993 came too early, in mid-January, the streets were already full of buyers. At this time, the supplies are not abundant, and the new year is like a war. It is not easy to get cheap and satisfying things, not to mention the need to cook and fry when you go home, which can really tire people. If I hadn't taken a break from get off work today, I still don't know when I'll be shopping...
Wang Juan wiped the sweat dripping from her forehead, and laboriously picked up two large bags of New Year's goods and walked upstairs. Although her legs are tired and her waist is tired, she always feels that she is exhausted. Yes, how could their family have so many New Year's goods in previous years, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, as well as canned food and candy. thing! However, this year she was able and dared, and she was able to stand up without looking at anyone's face.
Thinking of the bank card at home, Wang Juan felt that her blood was about to burn. There is still a full 40,000 yuan there! In the past two years, his family has just paid off the debts owed over the years, and still has the money to help his niece heal her leg disease. With so much spending, there is still 40,000 yuan left! It's not his own smart and capable son! When she thinks that she has become a "ten thousand-dollar household", Wang Juan can't even mention how beautiful she is.
Of course, if you have money, you can't spend it indiscriminately. After all, it is the son's hard-earned money, and he has to save his wife's book. But the letter sent back a few days ago completely ignited Wang Juan's shopping enthusiasm. The son said he was coming back, just these few days! Counting with her fingers, she couldn't hold back any longer, she was full of shopping, she was impulsive after a good New Year, she didn't see her for two years, and she didn't know whether her son was fat or thin. She can't let him feel wronged again, she must prepare some good things for her son this time...
Stepping on the next step, Wang Juan was stunned on the spot, only to see a figure in the narrow aisle slowly turning her head and walking towards her. He is still so young, he must be more than ten centimeters taller, his shoulders are wider, his face has grown flesh, he is no longer so thin and thin, look at his eyebrows, what a handsome young man, he, he has grown up too...
With a light hand, Wang Juan realized that the two big bags in her hand had fallen to the ground at some point. The overflowing stuff was tilting outward, and she was about to roll down the steps in a blink of an eye. pocket, put those things back in the bag.
"Mom, I'm back."
Her voice was much lower than it was two years ago. Wang Juan raised her head slightly, but now she has to look up to see that face clearly. She is so much more mature and beautiful than two years ago, and she is no longer like her childhood. Han Han looks... Her son, her only sweetheart... Her eyes were hot, something was about to come out, Wang Juan sucked her nose, snatched a big bag from her son's hand, and walked towards the door. . He kept babbling nonsense like "Why are you standing at the door, don't you have the keys to your house, go home and wait for Mom to come back..." and so on. It seems that as soon as you stop talking, the enthusiasm will disappear Breaking through the eyes, gaffe rolled to the ground.
Looking at his mother's back, Chen Yuanming felt a pain in his heart. In the meeting just now, under the dim yellow light of the corridor, he suddenly noticed deep lines on the corners of his mother's eyes and silver hair on the temples. In his last life, how long did it take him to notice that his mother was getting old and hunched over; how long did it take him to realize how deeply depressed and unwilling was hidden in her forbearance smile... But now, her back was so straight, in her words. With contentment, she is no longer the laid-off female worker who was beaten down by life.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuanming walked home with his pockets that felt a little heavy.
In a shabby room of about ten square meters, you can walk back and forth in a few steps. However, standing here, Chen Yuanming has no discomfort. Those depressions and grievances in the past seem to have turned into distant memories. The 15-watt light bulbs are still flickering faintly. Newspapers, curtains hanging on the windows, some uneven concrete floor, everything is familiar and reassuring, and his mother is standing in the center of the room, busy moving out the mountains of New Year's goods.
"Mom, let me come." Stepping up, Chen Yuanming put down the bag in his hand, and wanted to take the things from his mother's hand, but he was pushed by the other party and sat on the bed.
"Don't make a mess! Sit well, Mom will make noodles for you, get on the dumplings and get off the noodles. You haven't had dinner yet, and Mom will make it for you in a while!"
As she said that, she quickly pulled out from her pocket that she needed pork belly, dried tofu, and a large radish, and rushed out the door. At this time, it was the peak cooking time in the evening, and she had to grab the tap before the neighbors!
Looking at his mother's figure, Chen Yuanming smiled, squatted and sorted the messy things into categories, and sat quietly on the top of his little bed. The bed surface was clean, and even the quilt was soft. It seemed that someone had just played cotton this year and was fully prepared for the return of the host. His heart is like an arrow, so why aren't parents eager for their son
Just come back...
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There are too many people buying noodles today. With a heavy bag of noodles and a pot of oil in their hands, Chen Jianhua strode up the stairs. The wife has been waiting crazy at home for the past two days. How many things I have, I don't know when my son will come home...
"Juanzi, the standard one is sold out, I bought some special one..." Seeing the scene in the room clearly, Chen Jianhua froze at the door, only to see that his small room was full of New Year's goods, and the small round table for eating was already The room was propped open to occupy a lot of space. At the table, sitting was his wife and his son who had been away from home for two years...
Suddenly unable to say a word, Chen Jianhua seemed to be frozen in place. When Wang Juan saw her husband came back, she was very happy and went over to her, "The special one is the special one, anyway, it's not worth the two money. Put down the noodle bag, I have made the noodles, and I will wait for you to come back to eat!"
After a lot of chatter, Chen Jianhua was awakened from his daze, and he put the oil pot and the noodle bag by the door. He stretched out his hand and patted the flour twice, and sat firmly at the table.
"dad."
A bowl of noodles was pushed in front of Chen Jianhua, but the man didn't look at the job in front of him at all, his eyes widened and he looked straight at the boy in front of him. He really grew up, and he looks more and more like a mother, and his face looks good, but... After a sudden cough, Chen Jianhua finally spoke.
"How is your job? Didn't you say that people drive cars, and you won't have sports cars during the New Year..."
"You really are!" Wang Juan flew to the table with another bowl of rice. "My son just came back, why don't you wait for tomorrow?! Doudou ignore him, eat first, eat quickly!"
Chen Yuanming smiled, "Dad, I didn't say that I stopped running long distances with the boss, and now I concentrate on doing business with people in Shanghai, speculating in stocks."
"Stock speculation is not good. I heard that many people have lost money. It's like a lottery ticket, not a serious way..." Chen Jianhua did not relax at all, and continued stubbornly.
"It's not a fart!" Wang Juan slapped her and slapped her husband on the arm, "You have the ability to make tens of thousands of dollars! Doudou has it in his heart, and he will send it home without looking at the money. What are you afraid of! Doudou ignore your dad and eat quickly."
Chen Yuanming smiled, did not continue to explain, and buried his head to eat. In the past two years, he has sent a total of more than 50,000 yuan to his home. At first, he said that Zhuhai drove the car to pay his wages, and then he said that he would do business with friends. Rao is that the money has already made his family worry about it. He doesn't want to. Take out the more than 100 million stock accounts and scare the old man out. Take your time, there is always a chance.
Watching his son bury his head and start eating, Chen Jianhua's lips moved, but he still didn't say anything. In his son, he actually felt not only proud, not just worried, but complicated and difficult to explain his emotions. Of course he is happy when his son is successful, but as the head of the family, as an important labor force in the family, he can earn more money in his life than his son has earned by going out to work for two years. This gap and unwillingness are indescribable. Come on.
But seeing his wife sweating profusely but with a smile on his face, and seeing his son with a tired but unconcerned face, Chen Jianhua said nothing and started to eat.
After a meal, the family began to pack up the New Year's goods again. Now that the temperature is suitable, even if there is no refrigerator, the things will not be spoiled, but it should be boiled and fried, and it will be New Year in 3 or 4 days. It can't be all piled up. So the three of them worked hard until 11 o'clock before they piled up pots of New Year's goods in the corner of the hut.
The room was too small, the smell of fried fish, croquettes, and boiled meat was mixed, fragrant and greasy. The wooden bed under him was hard and short, and some could not be stretched out. However, amid the smell of food and the snoring one after another, Chen Yuanming raised the quilt and closed his eyes safely.
The author has something to say: save... I'm really busy today, so let's make a transition first, and start writing the family line tomorrow >_