"Hairy crabs? Are there hairy crabs in Gangcheng?" When she heard this, her mouth started to water.

"Very rarely! Hong Kong's stock market has been dominated by tycoons from Shanghai for a long time since the war in the 1940s. 'Da mitten crab' is your Shanghainese for people with tied chips. They look like a string of mitten crabs when you lift them up." Liao Yazhe looked at Fan Qi, "I found that when you talked about buying and selling stocks, many of your terms were different from mine. You called placing an order "placing an order" and being tied up "being trapped". Don't mainland China have stock markets?"

“I translated it based on my understanding of the English.”

"But, you are so accurate in predicting stocks. You have only been in Hong Kong for a short time and have never traded stocks in Hong Kong before. How did you learn?"

Fan Qi glared at him: "In my dream, I was Livermore's daughter in my previous life. I was deeply influenced by him. My father was a big shot on Wall Street back then..."

Liao Yazhe didn't know whether he should believe her or not. It seemed that he should, after all, her English was so good and she was good at stock trading. But this statement was too magical.

"What are you doing? You can buy Huada now." Fan Qi said to Liao Yazhe.

Liao Yazhe looked at the time and price and found them to be appropriate, so he began to raise Huada's stock price.

At the close of the afternoon, Liao Yazhe followed Fan Qi and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"I'm kidding. I started paying attention to stocks as soon as I came to Hongcheng. I haven't acted in many plays this year, and I spent all my time studying stocks. How many notebooks have I kept track of? How much information have I read? I read newspapers and financial news every day. I don't have money to buy stocks, so I set an initial capital of 20,000 yuan for myself. Every day I would write in my notebook how many lots I bought at what price. I always lost all my money in the beginning, but I have been making stable profits in recent months. Did I really make 20,000 yuan? That's why I want to find a brokerage firm to open an account and trade stocks!" What he said just now was actually very close to the truth, but this one is nonsense.

It is obvious that Liao Yazhe would rather believe what he is saying now: "Compared to you, I am really not diligent enough."

"Dreams are above, loneliness is below." This was said by a senior in the short-term forum in the previous life. He lost so much money in stock trading that he could not even eat. He continued to study with debt and eventually became a hot money investor and became a god in the ultra-short-term trading circle. "Most of the time, our hearts are filled with stocks. I can endure loneliness and will devote myself to it. I hope that after I officially start trading, I can get a return, right?"

"Of course!"

Liao Yazhe looked at Fan Qi's profile, her eyes were pure and bright. Feng Xueming told him that she didn't want so much remuneration, and said that she only got 20,000 yuan for filming "The Past of Golden Lotus". Maybe she took that film in order to save a little bit of stock capital?

Think about Feng Xueming's interest in her. Feng Xueming's interest in her can really only be for fun. Even if he doesn't like Xu Miaoer, he must listen to his grandfather if he wants to inherit the Liu family's property.

"Fan Qi, most of the wealthy men in Hong Kong who pursue female celebrities won't take them seriously. You..." Liao Yazhe didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fan Qi smiled and said, "Thank you. Mr. Feng and I are only in business cooperation."

"That's good."

Chapter 15

◎Advertising shooting◎

Fan Qi got up very early on Sunday. The shooting was supposed to last all day, so she was already eating breakfast at a little after five o'clock. At this time, the phone rang.

"Hello."

Feng Xueming's voice came from the other end of the line: "Ms. Fan, give me the address. I'll pick you up now. The filming location is very remote and it's not very convenient without a car."

"You should live close to the club, right? It's inconvenient to pick you up there and back. Is it unnecessary? I'll take a taxi."

Fan Qi refused Feng Xueming's offer to pick her up and took a taxi to the filming location, a country club.

In his previous life, Fan Qi had just joined an investment bank. The first time he accompanied his boss and clients to a country club, he thought it was a farm stay. But when he got there, he realized that the so-called country club had nothing to do with the countryside. It was just a high-end club for rich people.

The one we came to today is such a club.

When the car arrived at the destination, Fan Qi pushed the door open and came out. Secretary Wang, who had not said a word to her yesterday and had rushed to Xu Miaoer, now trotted over with a warm smile on his face and even a flattering tone: "Ms. Fan, good morning."