My Sister is a Big Star

  Qin Ze knew that he was going to talk to him. He didn't say anything at the dinner table. One is that the old man doesn't like to talk constantly while eating, and the other is to save him some face. The next words are probably not very pleasant, such as incompetence, gnawing on the old, etc., the son is so old, and it is to save face.

  "Do you think that if you have a car and a house at home, you can comfortably grow old without going to work?" In private, the old man said straightforwardly.

  Qin Zegang wanted to defend, the old man said again: "Jinshan and Yinshan have a day of exhaustion, let alone my insignificant half-life savings. Can you nibble for ten or eight years, and for a lifetime?"

  Qin Ze asked curiously: "Dad, how much savings do you have."

  The old man said angrily: "Do you really miss my pension money?"

  "Aren't you paying your pension."

   "Nonsense, pension is one thing, saving is another."

  Qin Ze hurriedly lowered his head and listened as a good son.

  The old man said leisurely: "It's not much, one hundred and two three hundred thousand."

   When he said this, he tried to suppress his pride.

  Actually, for locals, one or two million is really not much. As a university professor, the old man, as everyone knows, good salary and welfare, the key is to have a lot of oil and water. But don't think of the old man as an upright gentleman with two cool sleeves. On the premise of not breaking the big principles, he will never be soft when he can make money. For example, when XX graduated from graduate school, put a red envelope of filial piety or something, as long as the other party is not rotten into a pile of shit, the old man doesn't mind giving pointers or two.

  Another example is to pick up a private job, just like Qin Ze did in the previous two months.

  But the family used to owe a loan of millions of dollars, and all the money the old man earned over the years has been used to repay the loan and pay interest. The economic crisis caused the family to be tortured, but they didn't need them to carry the pot. For this reason, both Qin Baobao and Qin Ze were full of complaints, but they were suppressed by the father and Qin's mother and did not show it.

  "I have been looking for a job for a while, but there is no suitable one." Qin Ze said.

   "No one wants you. The hiring boom for fresh graduates has passed, and all the people who should be recruited are recruited. Why do you want so many rookies?" The old man sneered.

  He is a university professor, Men Erqing.

  Qin Ze is embarrassed, dad, you can save me some face for my son.

   "Why not find a job."

   "I got a job as a tutor some time ago."

  The old man sniffed: "How much money can a tutor make?"

"That family is quite wealthy and powerful. I think it’s always good to get together in society. It’s always good to make friends with the rich and powerful. Moreover, my sister enters the entertainment circle. I can’t protect her temporarily. One." What Qin Ze said was from his heart, and then he was curious about Pei Nanman and thoughtful of that little man. He didn't say this.

The old man sneered again: "If you have nothing to do, you can turn yourself into the upper class by making friends with powerful people? If you don't grasp it, others will make you a slave. Besides, you can protect your sister with your ability? You are an entertainment Big capitalist."

  This is really heart-warming, but it's heart-warming. The old man always sees blood for a while and tells the problem.

   "The tutoring work is over. I get along well with that family, and I haven't been too eager." Qin Ze said.

  The old man reprimanded: "It was a waste of more than two months. People have accumulated two months of work experience and experience, and you just did a home tutoring job!"

  Qin Ze was not convinced: "I still have stocks and I have made money."

  "Are you still trading stocks?!" The old man raised his eyebrows immediately.

Even though I was relying on the stock market to make money and survived the first wave of difficulties in my family, stock trading can only be speculative and must not be regarded as the main business. Some time ago, his daughter said that his son was trading stocks, but he did not care. If you start a business in stocks, but don’t go out to work and focus on stock trading as your main business, this won’t work. Because the stock market is not stable, you smile when you make money, and you die when you fall sharply.

  The pleasure of making money in the stock market is like a gambling one night to become a rich man. It is difficult to quit. The old man knows this best.

"It's okay to play, you can understand the stock market. It is also helpful to your profession, but you still have to work." The old man took a sip of strong tea and made a gesture of pointing his son, and said lightly: "How much is the principal? It’s okay, just pay the tuition."

  Qin Ze stretched out a hand.

   "Five thousand? This is to put all the money earned by the tutor into the stock market, right." The old man said, "Well."

   "Five hundred thousand." Qin Ze whispered.

  "How much?" The old man drew his ears.

   "Five hundred thousand." Qin Ze said loudly.

  The old man said dazedly: "Where do you get so much money."

   "I have invested all the copyright fees for those songs in the stock market."

  All invested in the stock market...

  The old man exploded his hair, he slapped the table sharply, got up and pulled his belt, "See if I won't kill you, the prodigal son."

   Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Ze turned his head and ran without time to explain. It is estimated that he said he made money, but the old man didn’t believe it, so he would say it after a while.

  The old man put his pants in his hand, waved his belt with the other, and chased after him.

  Qin’s mother and sister were watching TV in the living room. They were startled. Qin Ze ran out like running away and said loudly, “Mom, Dad is going to kill me.”

  Baby Qin subconsciously pulled his younger brother to protect him, and suddenly realized that he was going to fight a cold war with him, so he tweeted: “It’s the best thing to kill.”

  Qin Ma stepped forward to stop the old man who was catching up, and complained: "What's wrong, what kind of belt are you pulling?"

  The old man's anger tank is full at this time, and he will not cool down if he doesn't kill his son. He shouted: "You let go, I must kill this thing."

   "Speak well, say well." Qin Ma persuaded her loudly.

  The old man's fingers trembled and pointed at Qin Ze: "You can ask him what he has done. If he is on the right track, he will go bankrupt and invest in stocks."

  Qin Ze murmured in his heart, kind of rhyming with TM.

  Qin’s mother said: “As for you, can you be so angry? My son makes a little trouble and criticizes it. Put away the belt.”

  The old man said bitterly: "His principal is 500,000."

   "How much?" Qin Ma asked her ears.

   "Five hundred thousand." The old man said distressedly.

  Qin Ma let go of her husband, and said lightly: "It's better to kill her."

  The old man came over with a whip.

   Just now, he was still a sister, protecting the younger brother Qin Baobao, and retreated into the corner with his legs and feet neatly.

  Really my mother. Well, there are my sisters,

  Qin Ze yelled, "Dad, I really made money, don’t believe me, don’t believe me."

  Let’s open the stock trading software and log in to your account.

  The old man strode over and grabbed the phone, as if he was afraid that half a million would fly away. Looking intently, the old man's eyes widened in vain, in disbelief.

  Baby Qin trot over, twisting his butt, and cocked his head to look.

Sister    grew up with a small mouth in surprise, she saw the bright red number, total assets: 1.08 million!

   "This, is this what you earned?" The old man recovered his senses and stared at his son.

  Qin Ze nodded, wary of the belt in his hand.

  For the first time, the old man felt that the position of the head of his family was unstable.

  He checked his son’s recent trading operations. Pieces of red represent profit. Short-term operations are frequent and there are profits and losses. Generally speaking, they are profitable. The scary thing is that those few long-term stocks only increase their positions without lightening their positions, with a profit of 300%.

  Baby Qin raised his head and glared at each other glaringly: "You make so much money, but you are not hiding it from me, and your conscience is bad."

  Qin Ze disdainfully said: "Why should I tell you not to give you a chance to ask for money."

  Baby Qin was furious and stretched out his foot to kick his brother.

  Qin Ze held her sister's feet, waved her tail, swept her over on the sofa.

  Baby Qin cried: "Dad, look at him, quickly slap him to death."

  The old man ignored his daughter, gave the phone back to his son expressionlessly, and left without expression, his back was so lonely.

  It’s great that my son is finally a good man.

  My way of education is really wrong...

  Qin Ze did not react, and said blankly: "What's wrong with Dad."

  Dad’s intimate little cotton-padded jacket curled his lips: "Tacked my son."

  Qin Ze immediately said: "Mom, she takes advantage of you."

  Qin's mother patted her daughter's head gently.

  Back to the room, Qin Ze was taken aback when he found that the old man was still sitting on his desk and chair. Without waiting for him to speak, the old man said first: "I have something to say before, come here."

  Qin Ze stood aside.

  The old man hesitated again and again: "The stock market is really so good?"

  He is a professor. Of course, he analyzed the general stock market trend, and he also invested some money in it. He made a profit, but he was not as scary as his son.