Mr. Bergman was thinking about two things when he heard this.

One was that since the founders had been jumping ship one after another, Fairchild Semiconductor was probably in trouble and was going to go bankrupt.

The U.S. securities market has been developing for many years and is relatively standardized.

Unless there are special reasons, most of the time, when major shareholders reduce their holdings or pledge their stocks, it often means that these major shareholders are not optimistic about future development.

Everyone knows that the founder has jumped ship, so wouldn’t it be foolish to rush in and take over?

If that were the case, then he certainly wouldn't have invested.

Second, he was thinking that the little Chinese guy in front of him was too aggressive.

He keeps saying that he has invested in IBM and will be able to buy a house in Beverly Hills in the future. He seems more like the kind of person who is talkative and unreliable.

But...

Mr. Bergman himself is very hardworking. He has learned that Han Chudong is enterprising. While making money by inventing toys, he is also thinking about starting a business in other areas. This makes him feel a little bit of favor towards him.

I can’t say I like it, but I don’t hate it either.

He nodded and stopped talking. He never listened to Han Chudong's suggestion and took the money to invest in IBM.

As for what you will miss in the future because of your current thoughts, it is obvious.

Today, IBM is indeed a very good company worth investing in, ranking first among the eight major computer companies in the 1960s.

In addition to it, there were UNIVAC, Metropolitan Life, Scientific Data Systems, Control Data Corporation, General Electric, RCA, and Honeywell, some of which were already in decline by the 1970s.

One can vaguely guess Mr. Bergman's thoughts from his expression.

Han Chudong felt a little helpless, but he didn't pester the other party to buy it.

The pie that fell from the sky was thrown to Mr. Bergman for nothing. If he couldn't catch it, it couldn't be blamed on Han Chudong.

Come to think of it, it’s true.

Now, in the eyes of others, he is just a young man who just graduated from high school. Why would he take this "good advice that reveals the secret" seriously?

Sitting on the sofa, I continued to drink coffee and watch the news. The breaking news said that the tension between Palestine and Israel has now reached a fever pitch and is in a tense stalemate.

Mostly because he was a little unconvinced, Han Chudong took the initiative to say, "The two sides will definitely fight, and we in the United States will definitely help Israel. If you like investing, Mr. Bergman, then you might as well bet that oil prices will continue to rise in the near future. Those oil traders will never miss the opportunity to raise prices."

Like any middle-class family with some money, Mr. Bergman does like to pay attention to these things and put his money into the stock market to try to make a fortune.

But he is the kind of person who likes to invest but has no vision.

At this moment, he shook the newspaper, glanced at Han Chudong, sneered at his words, and said, "The price of gasoline has risen to this level, and it is impossible to continue to rise. Alaska is not without oil. You should pay more attention to the international situation and don't always focus on the knowledge in the textbooks."

Okay.

The second knife stabbed his heart. Han Chudong had some understanding of Mr. Bergman's investment vision and wanted to ask him whether he had ever made money in the stock market, but he would not say that out loud.

He couldn't help but laugh. He had once again given the other party a chance to make money, but he had continued to avoid it perfectly. There was no need to say the rest. Seeing Miss Bergman standing at the stairs waving at him, he put down the cup, stood up and walked over.

…

Han Yigun went out in the morning and reported to his workplace.

There haven't been any major cases recently, but there are a lot of minor incidents like petty thefts, and quarrels between couples.

Last night a young man jumped from a building out of despair and hit the roof of a car. He didn't die, but he was almost crippled.

There were also two gangs of people who got drunk and had a fight. They were all minor injuries. They could be treated as a big deal or a small deal. They would be locked up for the time being and he didn't need to worry about them.

Nothing to do.

Carrying a baton and equipped, he drove his car saying he was going on patrol, but in fact he came to the Meng Ou Zhifeng plaque to supervise the workers welding shelves and placing second-hand display cabinets.

He was not idle last night. He invited Sun Laosan and several home appliance dealers to have dinner together and successfully lowered the purchase price.

Feeling that his son was unreliable and unable to handle such interpersonal matters, the father had to take charge himself.

After all, the total investment requires 40,000 US dollars. The couple needs to save for almost four years to earn this much money, so they cannot afford to not work hard.

According to Han Chudong's idea, they should import more new and popular brands, as well as some cheap and easy-to-use ones. The deal has almost been settled. The threshold and technology of the retail industry are not high, so they can just sell the suitable sources of goods.

Han Yigun vaguely revealed in his words that he had a good relationship with some people in the Federal Internal Revenue Service. He was not afraid that any supplier would dare to cheat him. As long as they were determined to check the accounts of a supplier, he would be able to find some thorns in the eggs even if there was nothing wrong.

If Han Chudong negotiates on his own, he may not be able to get an offer.

With agents involved in the process, the price is definitely higher than the factory price, but Baofeng Electric, which has just started planning its opening, does not have the scale to negotiate directly with manufacturers for purchases.

Once all these are ready, we can start printing flyers and opening a shop...

Over at the dry goods store.

Ever since their grandson started earning money, the old couple has been very happy.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The shop run by old man Han is relatively small and not as famous as the ones at the corner of the street. He can only do mid- to low-end business and also sells common goods such as white fungus, black fungus, and dried fish. They use it to supplement the family income so that his son and daughter-in-law can save their wages.

At this moment, Old Man Han also strolled to the archway and stood there with his hands behind his back. The more he looked at him, the more pleasing he looked. He was thinking about whether he should have a little wine at noon to satisfy his craving.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

But it feels really good to see your children and grandchildren enjoying life.

When you get old, you don't have many dreams, and these are all you can count on. I don't feel that I have to take advantage of this, but I hope that Han Chudong, who used to cause trouble all the time, will have a smoother life in the future.

Just yesterday, Zhao Dajun's mother, who was not very well-informed and looked old due to so many years of hard work, came to visit the old man with a few slaughtered pigeons.

When he heard that his grandson was also making money with Da Jun and the fat boy from the Zhou family, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

At this moment, I walked back with my hands behind my back, chatting with some old friends from time to time.

I've lived in Chinatown for most of my life, and this is the most comfortable place I've been.

It was as if a heavy burden that had weighed on me for most of my life had been lifted. When I thought about how my grandson earned in just a few days what I would have taken years to earn, I felt like I could finally enjoy a peaceful life.

When I thought of this, my back straightened up a lot.

…

"What are you talking about with my dad? My mom is helping you draw the logo?"

"It's just some investment stuff. She's drawing a tornado right now. I'll register the patent when she's done."

Han Chudong came to Miss Bergman's room, which was much more spacious and tidier than his own room. There was a balcony outside the door, but the view was average. Some old apartment buildings could be seen in the distance.

Seeing a yoga mat on it, she smiled and asked, "Do you practice ballet at home?"

"Yes, I learned it when I was a kid, but I stopped for a few years because I felt like my body was going to be ruined."

As she was talking, she suddenly raised her long legs, leaned one leg against the wall, and pressed her body forward. It was a very standard split.

Han Chudong's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was stunned for a few seconds before he coughed dryly to cover up his little trembling. He asked, "How about going to the mall later, walking into the city, and watching a movie by the way."

"Today? Probably not today. I've been in Los Angeles for so long, but I haven't been to Hollywood yet. If you're free tomorrow, we can go together."

Ms. Bergman, more relaxed because she was at home, continued, "So this is an invitation to go out on a date?"

There is no need to be so tactful when talking to a white girl. Han Chudong has lived in the United States for so long that he certainly knows the customs here.

He nodded decisively and said half-jokingly, "I don't know what it's like in Sweden, but here in Los Angeles, last night's dinner was considered a date..."