Chapter 913 The Cat on the Balcony
"Our stocks should be able to rise a lot today, right?" Feng Xiaogang asked Yu Dong.
Yu Dong smiled and said, "It's hard to say. On the first day of trading, it is highly likely that the stock will surge. The key is whether it can stabilize or rise to a higher level in the future. Currently, the leading A-shares are industrial stocks such as steel companies, and the highest market value is only more than 80 billion.
The ceiling of our film and television industry cannot be compared with those pillar industries. If we really have to calculate, the market value of 10 billion yuan in the next two years should be the end point. "
"A market value of tens of billions!" Feng Xiaogang exclaimed.
That means the stock price has more than tripled based on the issue price, which is six or seven times based on the price they subscribed for.
What a great profit! I should have bought more earlier, Feng Xiaogang thought with some regret.
As the saying goes, fortune and wealth are sought in danger. Feng Xiaogang was scolded, his bonus was confiscated, and he was filled with regret for not buying more stocks from the group's employees.
He made a lot of money in the past few years, but it was all from hard work making movies. How could he make money as quickly as speculating in the stock market? Not only is it fast, it’s also easy.
Of course, this time when Wenhua Film and Television returns to Yanjing after going public, he will definitely be criticized by the group’s employees.
But Feng Xiaogang doesn't care. The group gives you opportunities but you don't take them. Making money depends on vision.
Feng Xiaogang is regretting, and there are people in this group who regret more than him.
Mo Yan was biting on a piece of steak, but it tasted like wax.
After the lunch break, the Shanghai Stock Exchange opened and the share price of Wenhua Films continued to soar until the afternoon close. The share price of Guowen Press finally rose by 125% to 26.6 yuan per share.
The stock that was originally purchased for less than 6 yuan is now worth 26 yuan.
He subscribed for 4,000 shares and earned more than 80,000 yuan in one day, but he couldn't be happy.
Because there was once an opportunity to make 1 million in front of him, but he did not cherish it, and only regretted it after he lost it.
50,000 shares. If he had subscribed for all the 50,000 shares, he would now be able to laugh as recklessly as Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Yimou.
Tonight is the celebration banquet for the listing of Wenhua Films. The meal is held at a famous western restaurant in Shanghai, but Mo Yan can't taste anything throughout the whole meal. His heart is bleeding.
"Our stocks shouldn't be able to go up anymore, right?" Mo Yan asked Tong Zhonggui quietly.
He is now in a very conflicted state of mind, fearing both a drop in stock prices and a rise in stock prices.
If the stock price falls, he loses money. If the stock price rises, he loses a lot.
"I don't know. Didn't Mr. Yu say that the market value of 10 billion is the ceiling? I guess it can go up a bit more. And the day after tomorrow, The Last Tang Dynasty will be released. If the box office is good, it should stimulate the stock price to rise a lot more."
Tong Zhonggui was in a very calm state of mind. He did not subscribe for all the shares given by the company, but at least he bought 20,000 shares. He made a net profit of 400,000 yuan in one day. What else was there to be dissatisfied about?
“It’s still rising!”
Mo Yan asked these three words with difficulty, his tone was very complicated.
Tong Zhonggui could probably understand his feelings. 4,000 shares was indeed a bit too little.
But you can't blame anyone else for this. Who made you so stingy?
"Yu Hua didn't buy much, right?" Tong Zhonggui asked this question for some unknown reason.
Mo Yan's originally gloomy face seemed to be blooming like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains, and in an instant the sun was shining brightly.
"Yes, he only had 2,000 shares, and later he came to me to buy 5,000 shares. His year-end bonus was also confiscated."
Although Mo Yan tried his best to suppress the gloating tone when he said this, his distorted expression still betrayed his inner feelings.
Tong Zhonggui shook his head. They seemed to have a good relationship, and were just brothers on the surface!
Yu Hua doesn't earn much, why are you so happy?
Tong Zhonggui felt that Mo Yan's gloating was more about comforting his own heart.
No matter how excited Feng Xiaogang, Mo Yan and others were about subscribing to stocks, it was not as great as that of Li Guangfu and Xu Feng, who were shareholders.
At the moment the Shanghai Stock Exchange closed, the market value of Wenhua Films reached a high of RMB 7.5 billion, and the shares held by the two also completed a historic leap in value on that day.
Within a day, Li Guangfu and Xu Feng became billionaires.
The wealth that Wenhua Film and Television brought to Li Guangfu even exceeded the wealth he had accumulated from his business over the previous decade.
Xu Feng was also very glad that she had made a bold investment when Wenhua was penniless, and she did not regret handing over the Tomson business to Wenhua. Tens of millions and billions, everyone knew that she had made a fortune.
Although these are only paper wealth at the moment, even if they shrink in the future, they will still be a huge fortune.
Facts have proved that their decision to cling to Lin Weimin back then was the right one.
After dinner, everyone discussed tomorrow's itinerary on the way back to the hotel.
Wenhua has completed its IPO, and it is time for them to return to Yanjing. The only exception is Zhang Yimou, whose "The Last Tang Dynasty" will be released the day after tomorrow, September 30.
This movie has been in preparation since the year before last, and was actually completed in the first half of this year, but in order to coincide with the listing of Wenhua Films, it was forcibly pushed to the National Day holiday.
Such an operation would certainly involve great risks. If the movie's reputation and box office are not ideal, it would easily have a negative impact on the company's stock price.
But the film has already been produced and its quality has been verified by many parties, so there is no need to worry.
Wenhua Films has just been listed on the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and the premiere of "The Last Tang Dynasty" is also scheduled to be held in Shanghai. After the movie is released, it is expected that the company's stock price will be stimulated to rise again.
While everyone was chatting happily, Lin Weimin was having dinner with friends in the restaurant.
"Your name will definitely be on the list for the next Yanbing Literature Award."
Huang Anyi's smile was a little cold, "Of course it would be best if you have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it."
A few years ago, her "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" was published through the Buhuhu book series and was widely welcomed by readers, and also won numerous praises from critics.
Unfortunately, the publication time of the novel coincides with the selection time of the 4th Yanbing Literature Award, so we can only hope for the selection of the 5th Yanbing Literature Award.
Huang Anyi paused for a long time without saying anything, and Lin Weimin wanted to find a topic.
"This sweet and sour pork ribs is delicious, tender, crispy, sour and sweet. If my daughter were here, she would definitely love it."
"Our Shanghainese cuisine is rich in oil and sauce. I'm afraid you won't be used to it. Your daughter should be seven years old, right?"
Lin Weimin picked up a piece of pork chop with his serving chopsticks and said, "Yes, it's the second grade now."
He put the ribs into Huang Anyi's bone dish and said, "You eat too."
Huang Anyi pursed her lips, picked up the ribs and took a bite.
"Her mother is so beautiful, she must be beautiful too."
When Lin Weimin talked about his daughter, his smile grew wider. "She is pretty, but her personality is like a tomboy. She is very naughty. She is not afraid of me at home. Her mother has to take care of her."
"You have no sense of authority, so the children will definitely not be afraid of you."
"Who said that? Those people in my company are quite afraid of me."
“That’s because you’re the leader.”
"You're saying this as if there's nothing else about me that's worthy of respect other than this identity?"
"I didn't say that. That's your own understanding."
The two of them were arguing with each other, and it seemed that they had regained the feeling of studying at the Institute of Literature Research, those carefree, unrestrained and relaxed days.
When the topic turned to the students from the Institute of Literature, the two couldn't help but sigh again.
"It's been almost twenty years!" Lin Weimin sighed.
Huang Anyi's eyes revealed a bit of nostalgia, "It felt like it was happening right in front of me, but it seems like so long ago. They, Lao Guo and the others..."
Mentioning the old friends added a bit of sadness to the dinner table.
"Forget it, let's change the subject. The housing prices in Shanghai have risen even more sharply than in Beijing in recent years," said Lin Weimin.
"Yes, it has exceeded the ability of many working-class people. I really don't know when it will come down in the future."
Lin Weimin laughed when he heard this. "What are you thinking? Housing prices in Shanghai will only get more expensive in the future. There's no way they'll go down."
"Even if you are 'Lin Bancheng', you can't expect house prices to rise so much. If they rise too high, how will young people live in the future?"
"It's not my decision to raise housing prices. Everything is determined by market supply and demand. Shanghai is at the forefront of China's economic development. The economy is getting better and better, and there are more and more people. Isn't it true that housing prices are getting more and more expensive?"
At this point, Lin Weimin advised: "You have to buy yourself two houses if you have money. Even if you don't live in them, you can still consider them as investments."
Huang Anyi shook her head and said, "I live well now."
Huang Anyi still lives in the alley where her parents lived. Her mother passed away last year.
She was a woman who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Seeing her determined expression, Lin Weimin stopped talking about the house.
The two of them were almost done eating. Huang Anyi saw that Lin Weimin had no intention of getting up to pay the bill, so she couldn't help but ask, "Can't you be a little more gentlemanly?"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I've come to Shanghai, do you have the nerve to let me treat you to a meal?"
Huang Anyi rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't call me when you come to Shanghai next time."
"You should pay for today's meal first, and the rest will be dealt with later."
After paying the bill, the two came out of the restaurant. This was a Shanghainese restaurant chosen by Huang Anyi, not far from her home.
"Let's go for a walk together. I'll take you home." Lin Weimin suggested.
The weather in Shanghai in September was pleasant. The two of them strolled along Huaihai Middle Road. The plane trees on both sides of the street were closely connected, like green clouds floating above people's heads.
If it were daytime, there might be some scattered sunlight falling through the leaves, but unfortunately it is night now, so there is less warmth and more silence.
Huang Anyi's home is on Huaihai Middle Road, where she grew up. She introduced everything on this street to Lin Weimin as they walked. She knew everything on this street in detail.
"There used to be a Western restaurant here called Fuxingyuan, but it closed a few years ago. Now the most famous Western restaurant on this street is the Red House, you should have heard of it. I often went there to eat when I was a child.
During the difficult period of the 1960s, business at western restaurants in Shanghai was particularly hot. People would line up from 4pm. Although there were restrictions on food coupons at that time, there were special meal coupons for dining in western restaurants, which were the same as food coupons, but not as scarce.
Some poor families simply cannot use the meal coupons, but instead some wealthy families without food coupons have the opportunity to feast on their meals..."
When Huang Anyi talked about her experiences as a teenager, her face lit up and she became much more talkative than usual.
"You were so happy when you were little."
Lin Weimin could imagine that those people must have been dressed very elegantly when they had dinner, with hair wax on their heads and perhaps a pair of leather shoes. The women wore bright evening makeup and were elegant.
It may be hard to imagine in other cities, but in Shanghai in the 1950s and 1960s, this scene was real life.
Lin Weimin's unintentional words stopped Huang Anyi from talking.
She looked at the shops on the street and suddenly realized that she and Lin Weimin had always had so many differences.
Lane 668 Huaihai Middle Road was called Sinan Road many years ago. Huang Anyi's home was in the lane. Both of them stopped at the street garden at the entrance of the lane.
"We're here." Huang Anyi looked in the direction of the alley.
"I've known you for so many years, but I've never been to your home as a visitor," said Lin Weimin.
Huang Anyi lowered her eyes, "There's nothing to see here. You're used to living in a courtyard house, so you probably won't feel comfortable if you go in."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Your refusal is quite blunt. If you don't want to invite me as a guest, then please point out the location of your home to me. I have come here once, so I have to know where your home is exactly, right?"
Huang Anyi glanced at him and asked him to move closer to her. They were very close to each other, and when the wind blew, she smelled a faint, reassuring scent.
She pointed out, "Look, that balcony."
"The balcony with the flowers?"
"No, it's the balcony with the cat."
"cat?"
Lin Weimin scanned the area and finally spotted the cat on the balcony.
"You raised it?"
"Um."
Huang Anyi likes to keep cats. Lin Weimin remembers that a few years ago, when Wen Neng, the editor-in-chief of Huacheng, went to Yenching to organize a writers' gathering, the topic she and Zhang Jie talked about most when they got together was keeping cats.
"It's also good to have a cat." Lin Weimin said.
He looked at the cat carefully again and asked, "Is your cat a little fat?"
Huang Anyi looked at Lin Weimin unkindly, "What's wrong with being fat? I didn't eat your rice!"
After all these years, this guy still speaks so annoyingly!
Looking away, Lin Weimin caught a glimpse of Huang Anyi's eyes.
"Look at you, I'm not talking about you."
"If you say it, you're talking about me."
"Okay, I apologize!"
After offering a half-hearted apology, Lin Weimin looked at his watch and said, "It's already past nine o'clock."
He extended his hand to Huang Anyi, "Okay, I've sent you to your destination. I'll leave first. I'll treat you to a meal when we get to Yanjing."
The two shook hands, and Huang Anyi stood at the entrance of the alley.
He walked a few dozen meters away, turned to look at Huang Anyi at the entrance of the alley, smiled and waved at her, and she waved back.
It was early autumn and the night breeze was cool.
In her sight, the figure under the moonlight seemed to have traveled through time and space and remained deep in her memory.
(End of this chapter)
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