The Myth of Fortune Through Time

After the market closed, Zou Muxin counted on buying and selling stocks, and found that there was a large order to sell.During the four hours of trading, there was not a single sell order exceeding [-] lots, but he used the algorithm he summed up to calculate it and immediately noticed it.

Is that the guy who bought and closed the daily limit list last Monday?

The quantity is wrong.Or is the person not throwing all of it, just a small amount tentatively?

Zou Muxin did the calculation again, and there was still more than 1 more hands.

He got up and walked to the window to smoke a cigarette. In winter, it gets dark early, before five o'clock, and the sky is dark. There are no pedestrians, only the street lamps emit an orange halo.

Forget it, isn't it just over 1 hands?There were 10,000+ more hands last Monday, which is only one-tenth, so don't worry about it.

Thinking like this, I still feel uncomfortable.He walked back to the executive desk, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Luo Xingning: "Did you sell any big orders when you were doing Aerospace Zhenhua?"

"Big order?" Luo Xingning was on vacation in Bali, and when he received the call, he thought for a while and said, "Yes. How could there be no big order for the listed shipment?"

"I mean troublemakers."

"It doesn't have to be a big order, it's possible to spread the order. Holding hundreds of millions of funds is definitely not an amateur, and you should understand some operating techniques." Luo Xingning said perfunctorily. There are two beauties in swimsuits beside him, who is patient to talk about stocks?

Saying is the same as not saying.Zou Muxin hung up the phone, sat down in front of the computer, and re-read the transaction records of the stock trading software.He watched it carefully, closed his eyes and meditated after reading it, and finally decided to pull up the next trading day.

After washing the dishes, you can't stop shipping just because there are more than 1 stocks. You have to do what you want to do.

First seal the two daily limit lists to see the situation, and then backhand suppression if it is really impossible.

After making up his mind, Zou Muxin let out a long breath and found his stomach growling with hunger. Looking at the time, it was almost morning.

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After Yan Du's request to be included in the wealth list was rejected, he was always in a bad mood. Every time he talked with Wang Jianguo on the phone, he either laughed at him or questioned the fairness of the wealth list.

Wang Jianguo didn't want to hear his complaints, so he said, "Go and buy a copy of "Securities Journal" on Saturday and then read it."

"You think I won't buy it?" Yan Du snapped out words one by one between his teeth: "I will definitely buy one to see who is on the list."

Quite like Laozi can't be on the list, who is qualified to be on the list.

"Okay, tell me after you finish reading." As long as the old man doesn't bother me, that's fine.

On Friday night, Yan Du ordered the nanny to buy a copy of "Securities Journal" tomorrow morning.Early on Saturday morning, after practicing Tai Chi, he came to the living room and saw a newspaper on the rosewood coffee table.

The rich red tone is made into the style of the list.The richest man, Rong Yiren, is 84 years old, with a personal asset of 150 billion, and a comprehensive industry.

Yan Du curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just relying on the family background before, what's so great about it?"

The Rong family was super rich in the previous dynasty, and they were able to keep most of their wealth through the war, and they were able to catch the open spring breeze and grow new branches on old trees, which is actually very powerful.

Yan Du's grandmother was Princess of the former dynasty, and she always regarded herself as a royal family, with a rich family background, she thought she could not lose to the Rong family.

He continued to look down, and the more he looked, the more disapproving he became, his mouth was almost crooked.

Suddenly, he cried out: "How is it possible?!"

The nanny was setting the dishes, and when she heard the shout, she thought something was wrong, so she hurried over and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Yan Du rubbed his eyes and looked again, yes, No. 11 is indeed awake.He waved his hand to signal the nanny to go away, and said to himself, "How could this boy, Su Xing, be on the list? He has the same name, right?"

Look at the industry, the Internet, mobile phones and real estate.

"It must be the same name." Yan Du smiled and said, "I thought it was him, and I was taken aback."

Looking at the other two, he remembered something, picked up the phone on the table and dialed Wang Jianguo: "The company that cut the ribbon for Su Xing before the National Day is Internet, right?"

Wang Jianguo was busy until the early hours of the morning before returning to his mansion in Shanghai. After taking a shower and eating something, he just fell asleep in bed when the phone rang like an ominous bell.He was woken up with a splitting headache, pressed the answer button, and said angrily, "Old Yan, are you up?"

"No.11's name is Su Xing, can't it be that kid?" There was a trace of tension in Yan Du's voice.How could Su Xing be on the list? He obviously works in a securities company.

"It's him." Wang Jianguo said: "Old Yan, it's just a list, can you stop being surprised?"

I didn't see it, you are so vain, aren't you tired of pretending to be clean every day?

"What!" Yan Du was surprised, and said, "Him? Internet, mobile phone and real estate? Where did he get the real estate!"

It's a joke to start a broken Internet company and be on the list.He said angrily: "Let me just say, this list is outrageous."

The old man is so annoying.Wang Jianguo wanted to hang up the phone, and said patiently, "Isn't there an exclusive interview later? I heard from the reporter that he is the youngest rich man, and there is an exclusive interview with him. Just read it."

Go see it and leave me alone.

Yan Du hung up the phone in no time, eagerly opened the newspaper, and saw Su Xing's exclusive interview on the third page, titled "The Youngest Rich Man".In the photo, a boy who was more handsome than the popular little fresh meat smiled at him.

Yan Du was in a bad mood, and while gnashing his teeth, he finished the interview at a glance.

The reporter made a brilliant pen, beautifying Fortune.com as a portal website for the securities industry, including the valuation of a trendy software branch that did not sell a single mobile phone, and what kind of magical operation is it to buy nearly a hundred villas?

After Yan Du read the whole article, there is only one word: fake; two words: very fake.

He dialed Wang Jianguo's phone again, but it rang again and again, but no one answered.

Wang Jianguo's mobile phone was set to silent mode.

"Xiao Wang is too unreliable." Yan Du was so angry that his face turned black, and angrily called Su Xing: "You are on the list."

Su Xing was woken up in his sleep, he was stunned for a moment before he said, "What list?"

Today's young people are out of tune, and they will do anything to get on the list and pretend to be me.Yan Du gritted his teeth, and said in a slightly aggressive tone, "Wealth List. No. 11."

"Oh. I know." Su Xing said in a nonchalant tone, "They're free, and they want to make fun of us, and we're also idle, let's cooperate."

"Hype?" A light flashed in Yan Du's eyes, and he said, "That is to say, your wealth is not 12 billion?"

"More than 12 billion. I won't let them write more."

Yan Du shook his hand, almost dropped his phone, so angry, where did you get 12 billion?He smiled angrily: "How much is your net worth?"

Su Xing said lightly: "There will always be a few hundred million more."

"Crack." Yan Du dropped his phone to the ground.

He used a Nokia, the one that claims to be able to smash walnuts. When he dropped the phone on the ground, the call continued, and a faint voice came from waking up: "What's wrong?"

Yan Du collected his phone and said, "Where did you get so much money?"

There is only one situation, like Rong Yiren, accumulating wealth for several generations.

"It's earned."

"You earned it yourself?"

"Otherwise?" Su Xing said in an incomprehensible tone: "Aside from making money through legal means, is there any other way?"

Yan Du felt that he had been hit by [-] critical points, so he hung up the phone silently, and curled up in the rosewood federal chair.

The 22-year-old Maotouzi earned 12 billion yuan on his own. He has the shadow of his ancestors, and he can't even make up [-] million yuan.Alas, the old age lives on the dog.