The Myth of Fortune Through Time

Sun Bingzhong didn't say anything, but felt very happy.

He is low-key and unassuming, even in stocks.This is the second stock he has traded in. The trading technique is almost exactly the same. It takes two or three years to slow down the bull market, and regardless of the bull market or the bear market, he follows his own rhythm.

After the market closes every day, drawing candlestick charts is his greatest pleasure.He enjoys the feeling that everything is under control when he is a banker.

Unexpectedly, this time someone suddenly promoted him for two consecutive days, destroyed the graphics, and made him so angry that he was hospitalized.But without being restricted by graphics, after maintaining the daily limit trend, he found that it was really cool.

The speed of shipment is very fast, and the stock price is not low.In other words, not only greatly shorten the delivery time, but also earn a lot.

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Because, when he decided to continue to close the daily limit list, the popularity of this stock had already risen, and retail investors rushed to buy it.Why this happened, he did not know.

He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't understand why the people who sealed the first and second daily limit list didn't move.It stands to reason that it is impossible for half of the position to be silent, but judging from the fact that most of the transactions are only a few hundred shares or a few thousand shares, it should not be this person.

It is really strange that this person suddenly disappeared without a trace.

However, it doesn't matter if this person grabs the money.He shipped out the goods as soon as possible, and then considered the trading method of the next stock.

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The Land Rover was parked on the side of the road.

Su Xing gestured for her to get in the car.

Xiao Qingyang's small mouth opened into an "O" shape, and it took a while before he said, "You drive such a good car!"

After all, she is also an excellent reporter, and the interviewees are either the chairman of a listed company or the boss of a large-scale enterprise.They are all rich people, and they are embarrassed to drive on the street without a few million cars.Xiao Qingyang recognized luxury cars like Land Rover.

Su Xing put his right hand lightly on the steering wheel, and said, "Come up and talk about it."

Xiao Qingyang is as good as others.Her luggage had already been awakened and put into the rear compartment while she was in a daze.

There are many people at the East Railway Station of the Imperial Capital, but not many cars.It is understandable that those with average economic conditions take the train, and the rich take the plane.

After kicking the accelerator, the Running Tiger stopped and waited for the red light.

Xiao Qingyang said: "You are not an executive of a securities company, are you?"

She sat in the co-pilot and looked at Su Xing's profile carefully. The man's profile was graceful, with eyes as bright as the stars, a high nose, and thin lips. Apart from being handsome, he was also young.Is the salary of the employees of the securities company very high?Sure executives can afford to drive a Land Rover.

A luxury car like a Land Rover is unimaginable for ordinary people with a monthly salary of only a few hundred yuan.Xiao Qingyang is a reporter, and his salary is relatively high, more than 1000 yuan a month.

If she hadn't often made traffic calls with the big boss, I'm afraid she wouldn't even know what kind of car it was.

Su Xing is only in his early twenties, how can he drive such a good car?She was puzzled.

Su Xing looked at the road and said casually, "No."

"I don't think so either. You're too young." Xiao Qingyang carried forward the reporter's style and asked the question to the end: "Then this car belongs to the company?"

Su Xing said lightly: "Mine."

Xiao Qingyang suffered from an occupational disease, subconsciously reached into his bag to touch the recorder, and said, "Can you tell me, how much is your monthly income?"

Su Xing glanced at her quickly, and said strangely, "What are you doing?"

This glance made Xiao Qingyang wake up instantly, and said abruptly, "I'm used to the interview, don't mind."

"I mind very much. If you suspect that I have a large amount of funds from an unknown source, I can throw you out of the car immediately."

"Come on, it's very comfortable to ride in your car, I don't want to squeeze the bus." Xiao Qingyang smiled.

Can a luxury car with millions of dollars be uncomfortable?Wake up and adjust the volume of the car music.Xiao Qingyang shut up knowingly.

The car drove for an hour and stopped at the entrance of an alley.Su Xing turned down the volume of the music, and said, "Is it here?"

"Yes, go in and turn left to the second courtyard of the third alley."

The Land Rover drove into the alley and attracted some people to watch. When they saw her get out of the car, they all cast curious eyes.

Su Xing got out of the car and helped her carry her luggage.

She said, "Do you want to go in and sit down?"

Come here, let's go in.Su Xing ignored the whispering residents and stepped over the threshold.

Xiao Qingyang shared this small courtyard house with several female colleagues from the newspaper office. There was an unnamed tree in the courtyard. On summer evenings, she liked to read under the tree.

The yard was cleaned very clean. There was a rattan reclining chair under the tree, which was old and old. There was a small tea table next to the chair, and the paint was almost gone.

Su Xing walked to the coffee table, stretched out his index finger to touch it, it was spotless.

"I often read books here, and my roommates sometimes eat snacks here. The reclining chair and coffee table are objects left by the landlord when he moved. The landlord's family lives in a commercial house and bought new furniture. These old furniture are no longer there."

Without further ado, Su Xing lay down on the hidden chair, spreading his arms and legs like a gentleman.

Xiao Qingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What are you doing?"

Su Xing closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. After Xiao Qingyang pushed the suitcase to the room, put down his bag and came out, he said, "Why do you live in such a remote place?"

Although the yard is nice, the place is a bit out of the way.

"The rent is cheap. Anyway, there is a bus stop just outside the door, and the journey time is just a bit longer." Xiao Qingyang pulled a chair and sat beside him.

Su Xing didn't speak, thinking about whether to buy a courtyard house.He still has more than 2000 million cash to buy a larger courtyard house. As long as the location is good, it doesn’t matter if it’s expensive.

Xiao Qingyang sat on the train for [-] hours and felt a little tired. He didn't feel it just now, but when he returned home and sat under the tree, he felt drowsy.

Su Xing finished his calculations, saw that she was about to fall asleep, got up and said, "I'm leaving."

"Huh?" Xiao Qingyang said, "Let's leave after dinner. There is a fried noodle shop 400 meters away from the alley, which is delicious."

Su Xing was thinking about something else, and said, "Have you ever thought about not being a reporter?"

"What?" What Xiao Qingyang wanted was to go home after eating fried noodles, take a shower and have a good sleep. She was really tired after running around for more than a week.

"I thought of something to make money. Forget it, I'll talk about it later when I have time." Su Xing waved his hand and prepared to leave.

Something to make money?Xiao Qingyang's sleepiness disappeared, and he said, "Don't. I'll treat you to noodles with fried sauce, and tell me how to make money."

Who doesn't want to make money.It's too early to say such a good thing, so what are you waiting for?

Su Xing smiled and said, "Aren't you sleepy anymore?"

"I'm not sleepy, I'm refreshed. What else can I do on the train besides sleep?" Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes wide, expressing that he was not sleepy at all.

Su Xing laughed, and said, "Zhajiang noodles? Please."

"Of course." Xiao Qingyang said as a matter of course: "You went to the east station to pick me up and then sent me home. I should treat you to dinner."

Isn't it just a fried sauce noodles? It's as if you are inviting me to eat lobster.Su Xing muttered to himself, and walked out. chapter