The Myth of Fortune Through Time

Meng Junping looked at the screen and thought silently, it seems a bit playful, and the transactions are getting less and less.

The mouse warehouse started too late, the buying price was too high, and it was very passive.Wouldn't it be good if you bought it at the initial stage of start-up and gradually sold it after becoming the first [-]-yuan stock in the two cities, without anyone noticing it?

Miscalculated.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.Meng Junping took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button: "Mr. Yang."

"come here."

Meng Junping entered and sat down, Yang Beichuan said, "It's almost there."

"What does Mr. Yang mean?"

"The stock price is as good as it is. Let's ship it." Yang Beichuan is very satisfied. Yi'an Technology has not only become the first [-]-yuan stock in the two cities, but also the first [-]-yuan stock, which is recorded in the history of securities, which is enough for him to boast.

Although Meng Junping is timid, he still has some real skills.

My warehouse only earns 10% and you let me ship?Meng Junping quit, and said, "Mr. Yang, after paying two hundred yuan, you can make another wave while it's hot."

"Is there enough money?"

"...No, it's too much." Meng Junping lost his confidence.If he hadn't used the stock mortgage loan to raise the two daily limit, the 5 million yuan that Yang Beichuan gave him in the end would have been spent long ago.

Yang Beichuan said: "Everyone who can borrow and borrow is here. I will let a few newspapers report it again to build momentum, and you will gradually sell."

"Pull shipments also require funds." Meng Junping said unwillingly.

"No, let's rush out tomorrow."

Meng Junping wanted to say something more. Yang Beichuan ordered his secretary to call several large-scale newspapers and periodicals and ask reporters to come over for interviews. He specifically mentioned the "Securities Journal": "Let reporter Wu take a look at it this weekend."

"Securities Journal" is not opened by you, so how can you publish it whenever you want?The secretary said, "I'm afraid it's too late."

"Operate, isn't there two days left?"

The secretary called Wu Tianyu in front of him.Wu Tianyu was out of town, and said, "I took the train back on Saturday and arrived at the Imperial Capital on Sunday. The interview can only be arranged on Monday."

Yang Beichuan grabbed the secretary's microphone and said, "Reporter Wu, do you have a fax machine over there? I'll fax you a copy of the document, and you can polish it. Can it be published on Saturday?"

There was a few seconds of silence in the microphone, and Wu Tianyu said: "Mr. Yang, the layout is basically finalized on Wednesday, and my interview this time will be postponed to next week. Besides, there are no interviewees in the agency to give materials, and we have the rules of polishing. "

It will be five sessions late next week.Yang Beichuan thought quickly, and said, "Can you call to ask for opinions from the club? If you have any requests, just ask."

In the last interview, Yang Beichuan was generous and gave 2000 yuan as a finishing fee. Wu Tianyu had a good impression of him. Although he didn't understand why he was in such a hurry, for the sake of Huaxia currency, he still said: "Okay."

The secretary also contacted other newspapers, asking for an interview as soon as possible and to publish it as soon as possible.

The reporters of the daily and evening papers agreed.

Then schedule the interview and finalize the details of the interview.

Wu Tianyu called back and said that this week's page had been fixed and could only be published next week.

Seeing that he couldn't get in the conversation, Meng Junping left quietly, thinking about what to do now.

…………

After graduating with a master's degree, Yang Lin joined the Securities Commission on the recommendation of her supervisor, and was responsible for monitoring whether the stocks in the two markets fluctuated abnormally.It has been two years now, and no inappropriate stocks have been found.

When Yi'an Technology hit a hundred yuan, she didn't feel anything unusual.At that time, the voices of the two cities were very high, and everyone was looking forward to the first [-]-yuan stock, which was a sign of the prosperity of the stock market.

She is looking forward to it as much as the shareholders.

Yi'an Technology lived up to expectations. After digesting the pressure of 97.70 yuan, it went all out to seal the daily limit and hit 100 yuan. She was very happy and invited her girlfriends to have dinner to celebrate after get off work.

But the more she looked at it these two days, the more she felt that something was wrong. It stands to reason that if it breaks through the integer mark of [-] yuan, it will inevitably pull back, and even adjust for a period of time to lay a solid foundation before rising. Yuan.

Moreover, it took only seven trading days for the consecutive daily limit to break through again.

unusual.

So abnormal.

Yang Lin pondered for a while, wrote a report, and knocked on the door of the supervisor's office.

…………

The market closed at 15 o'clock, and he woke up and said, "Resume."

Colleagues who work for one hour and fish for three hours are quickly seated in the conference room.

"Old Tang, remember, another day with zero mistakes."

Tang Yusheng erased the numbers on the small whiteboard and wrote new ones.

The fat man said: "Boss, we want to know whether you are on duty or Siying is on duty today? You seem to be sitting quite close to each other."

Zheng Chen'an made a report with a villainous face, and said: "Boss, the fat man didn't pretend to be himself, and kept sneaking to the door to spy on you."

The fat man became anxious, and said, "Just count the number of times you peeked."

Su Xing let out a "heh" and said, "Don't tell yourself? Who else, raise your hand or ask someone to expose it?"

"It's just the two of them. We're both very busy and don't have time." He Dajiang hurriedly separated himself and pulled out the chair to show that he had drawn a clear line with Fatty and Zheng Chen'an.

"Me too." Hu Xinyun ran to He Dajiang's side, and at the same time made a heartbroken expression: "You guys are too much, have you never seen someone fall in love when you grow up so old? Why do you have to steal and peep?"

"You—" Fatty and He Dajiang said at the same time.

Hu Xinyun interrupted loudly, saying: "Like me, I have been drinking drinks on the sofa and playing fighting, land, and master."

"You still have the face to say it?" The fat man was so angry that he ran over to pat Hu Xinyun on the shoulder. Hu Xinyun was taller than him, so he couldn't pat the top of his head.

The meeting room was in a mess, and Wu Dazhi said slowly, "Except for me and Xiao Tang, everyone is crowded outside the door to peek."

"Leader!"

Several voices stopped at the same time, Wu Dazhi remained unmoved and finished speaking.

Su Xing said: "Fifty push-ups per person."

"Where did we go wrong?"

"Isn't it zero mistakes? Old Tang has already changed the numbers."

Su Xing said: "Does the penalty regulation say that you can steal or spy on others during trading hours? If you go to steal or spy on others, how can you have time to operate? Can you not make mistakes if you don't operate?"

"I'll go, is this okay?"

"Fuck! Boss is so eloquent, it's a pity not to be a lawyer."

"Boss, they take the lead, shouldn't they be punished more?"

The fat man became impatient, and jumped up and shouted: "Hu Xinyun, you traitor. Let's break off friendship."

Hu Xinyun sneered: "I said I wouldn't watch it, but you insisted on encouraging me to watch it, which caused me to be punished. If you do fifty like me, I won't die with peace in my eyes."

"I'll kill you traitor."

Fatty made a fighting gesture, and Su Xing said calmly, "Fatty and He Dajiang each have one hundred."

"Stop, boss." Fatty cried.

Su Xing clicked on the Nokia to see the time, and said, "Hurry up."

He Dajiang pointed at Hu Xinyun, pulled out the chair and did push-ups.The others knew that Su Xing said one is one, so they did it too.

The fat man wanted to bargain, but seeing his colleagues accept their fate, he did so with a sad face.

After they finished, they woke up and said, "The meeting is over."

He picked up his computer bag and walked away.

Colleagues looked at each other in blank dismay, is something really wrong?