Chapter 11 Advantages of Stock Trading

In a blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.

In the ward, Li Fengmei was either chatting with Patient No. 2 or talking to Zhao Xinyue.

In my spare time, I can check the market and stocks and relax.

"Discharge!"

Zhao Xinyue walked into the ward with the discharge form.

"I thought you wanted me to retire here." Li Feng turned over and got out of the hospital bed, teasing.

"Slow down."

Zhao Xinyue was still a little worried, so she pushed the wheelchair over and said, "After you're discharged from the hospital, go home and recuperate for another half a month."

"well."

Li Feng felt warm in his heart and got on the wheelchair.

In these two months, Zhao Xinyue did not rest for a single day, and her heart was on Li Feng day and night.

Not to mention injections and infusions, food and water delivery are also on time.

The relationship between the two is gradually heating up.

The wheelchair slowly turned, passed through the corridor, and returned to 101.

The room was still so tidy and clean, and when I sniffed carefully, I could smell a faint fragrance in the air.

Li Feng walked into the bedroom and a new pink quilt appeared in front of him.

"Live together?" Li Feng turned around and smiled.

"Dream on!" Zhao Xinyue blushed, took out a handbag from the cabinet and stuffed the quilt into it.

At the border, she explained:

"For the past two months, I've been living here for the convenience of work. Please don't think too much."

"I'd like to think about it."

Li Feng stood up and walked gently behind her.

Suddenly, he put his arms around her waist.

"Li Feng, don't do this."

Zhao Xinyue's body stiffened, as if an electric shock had passed through her body. The quilt in her hand fell to the ground with a "thump".

Hearing this, Li Feng hugged her even tighter.

Smelling her hair and looking at her slightly haggard profile, Li Feng said, "Xinyue, I love you. You've worked really hard these past few months."

"Um."

Zhao Xinyue blushed and her voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Boo——"

Li Feng gently kissed Zhao Xinyue's neck.

Zhao Xinyue trembled all over and said, "No, you can't."

"Why?" Li Feng asked.

"You haven't asked me yet if I'd be your girlfriend?"

"Isn't it now?" Li Feng smiled and kissed Zhao Xinyue gently again.

Zhao Xinyue's whole body trembled again, and even her neck turned red.

"I, I haven't thought about it yet. Let me think about it." Zhao Xinyue turned around.

"Okay, let's think about it carefully." Li Feng kissed Zhao Xinyue's lips.

“Hmm—”

"Um--"

“Gulp—”

After a long time, the two separated.

"Let's live together." Li Feng hugged Zhao Xinyue and said.

"This... let me think about it again." Zhao Xinyue responded with a blushing face.

"That……"

Li Feng stretched out his hand and was about to take further action.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang from his pocket.

"Oh, there is a silly kid outside the quiet little village, born in the 1960s——"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Xinyue jumped out of his arms like a rabbit.

"Who?"

Li Feng took it out with a frown.

"Yao Jiu?"

Li Feng looked at the caller ID and thought to himself: I haven't seen him for several months, and he suddenly called me. What's the matter?

"Hello, Yao Jiu, hello."

Li Feng answered the phone and instantly regained his reporter instincts - smiling and speaking politely.

"Reporter Li, this is Yao Jiu. Are you free today? A few friends and I are getting together. Let's go out for a drink tonight."

This Yao Jiu is a very outgoing person.

Li Feng looked at Zhao Xinyue.

The blush on Zhao Xinyue's face had not faded yet. She leaned against the door, looking drunk and heart-warming.

"No, I just got discharged from the hospital today and have something to do tonight." Li Feng winked at Zhao Xinyue, making her a little frightened.

"Push, push, push. Hey, Editor Song from the financial section of City B's Metropolitan Newspaper specifically wants to see you. Give him some face."

"Editor Song from the financial section?" Li Feng was stunned.

B City Metropolitan Newspaper is the leading newspaper in B City, and Editor Song of the financial section is a very busy man with a lot of things to do every day.

I have never met him before, why does he want to see me?

"That's right, Editor Song, see you at 7pm, Daximen 701, Development Zone." Yao Jiu hung up the phone.

"Is there a dinner party?" Zhao Xinyue asked with a frown.

"Um."

Li Feng habitually reached into his pocket with his right hand, wanting to light a cigarette and think carefully.

But I found that I had picked nothing.

Zhao Xinyue looked at him, glared at him, and said, "Still want to smoke?"

"No more smoking, no more smoking, what time is it?"

"Five o'clock."

"There are still two hours left, so there's still time. How about... let's continue?"

Li Feng stood up with a smile and was about to hug him again.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xinyue jumped back three feet away and said, "Where do we have time? You stink. Hurry up and take a shower, shave, and get a haircut."

"By the way, there's a men's clothing store across from the hospital. Go buy some clothes that fit you. You've been wearing this hospital gown for years."

Li Feng touched his beard and hair and could only smile bitterly: "Okay, let's continue next time."

"Hmph, no smoking. Um... wait a minute, I'll take you there." Zhao Xinyue thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, sir." Li Feng said with a smile.

Li Feng took a shower and shaved first, then left the hospital with Zhao Xinyue. He first got a haircut, then bought a suit and a pair of leather boots.

Zhao Xinyue's beautiful eyes darted at the handsome Li Feng in a suit and tie.

"Do you feel like you've found a treasure?" Li Feng blinked and smiled.

"Show off."

Zhao Xinyue rolled her eyes at him and took his arm.

"Yes, Daximen in the development zone." Li Feng stopped a taxi, sped all the way, and arrived at exactly seven o'clock.

Zhao Xinyue ordered a few dishes and ate in the lobby.

Li Feng hesitated for a few moments, smiled at Zhao Xinyue, and came to 701.

"Hey, reporter Li, reporter Li, you're here. Please come in, please come in." Yao Jiu greeted Li Feng hurriedly when he saw him come in.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Li Feng replied as he walked in.

The private room was very large, about a dozen square meters. In the middle lay a large table with cigarettes, alcohol, and tea on it. Four or five people were smoking and chatting, and the room was filled with mist.

"This is reporter Li, and this is editor Song," Yao Jiu introduced.

"Hello, Editor Song." Li Feng extended his right hand and shook hands.

Editor Song is in his 30s, thin, wearing a jacket, and looks very capable.

"Li Feng?"

"Um."

"Song Dongpeng. Sit down. Sit next to me," Song Dongpeng said politely. "I heard you're quite knowledgeable about the stock market."

"I know a little bit." Li Feng sat down.

"Oh, the stock market hasn't been doing well recently. Tell me what you think," said Song Dongpeng.

Beside him, Yao Jiu called out, "Waiter, serve the food, serve the food."

Soon, the waiters brought out five plates of exquisite cold dishes, one meat and four vegetables.

Northeastern large rice noodles, hand-cut beef, balsamic vinegar peanuts, cold seasonal vegetables, almond celery.

Li Feng reflected on the market trends over the past two months and concluded, "The market is extremely weak, funds are fleeing, and the Shanghai Composite Index is in jeopardy."

In just a few words, the general market situation is described.

Song Dongpeng nodded.

This Li Feng is an old stock investor.

"What do you think of the European debt crisis?" Song Dongpeng asked.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Just print money." Li Feng replied.

"What do you think about the continuous financing of bank stocks?" Song Dongpeng asked.

"A ghost story in a bear market." said Li Feng.

"What do you think about the interest rate cut?" Song Dongpeng continued to ask.

"It won't change the general trend." Li Feng answered without hesitation.

Song Dongpeng nodded secretly again. This Li Feng did have his own opinions on the hot events in the stock market.

It can be considered unique.

Don't follow the crowd.

This is the advantage of stock trading.

However, the specific level of operation is unknown.