Chapter 98
"AA Group suddenly announced that it would buy Jiulong shares at 8 yuan per share, and investors immediately rushed in to buy."
"Within half a day, BB Company also announced the acquisition of Jiulong shares."
"By the close of the market, the stock had risen strongly to 9 yuan, driving other stocks to rise."
"After many days, the stock market is finally booming again!"
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No matter which channel you turn on the TV, you can hear the good news about the rising stock market.
This summer, Hong Kong stock investors have gone crazy again.
Before dawn, there was already a crowd of people at the entrance of the stock exchange.
They were all talking about the stock market situation, and they planned to rush in and buy stocks as soon as the opportunity arose.
When the door was opened, the people in the front rushed forward desperately. Someone didn't pay attention and had a shoe squeezed off. He shouted "My shoe! My shoe!" while being pushed forward by the crowd. However, the shoe had been stepped on by countless feet and no one knew where it had been kicked to.
The scene was not so chaotic until the police and others rushed to maintain order.
Looking down through the glass on the second floor, the stockbroker who answered the phone was screaming.
"Hello, how many shares do you want to buy?"
"Sorry, there are currently no Jiulong stocks available for purchase."
“Other stocks are also tight.”
Chen Lanjun lay on the railing, looking at the bustling scene, and thought of the securities market in Pengcheng City. In a few years, when the stock market opens, it will be so crowded that people can hardly breathe.
"I'm sorry to have kept Miss Vivian waiting for so long."
The ace stockbroker who was supposed to receive her came late and walked out of the inner room with big strides: "Miss, do you want to buy some more Jiulong stocks? This is a bit difficult..."
"On the contrary," Chen Lanjun said, "I want to sell all the stocks I have."
The stockbroker was originally thinking about how to say it so as not to offend Miss Vivian, who was personally introduced by Mr. Shao. It wasn't that he didn't want to sell, it was that there was nothing to sell, but when he suddenly heard that she was not going to buy stocks, but to sell them, he was stunned.
"Are you sure, miss? It's only been less than a week since it started growing."
Chen Lanjun nodded: "I'm sure."
It was difficult to buy at this time, but it was extremely easy to sell. In less than half an hour, Chen Lanjun's stock selling procedures had been completed, and judging from the frequent calls from the stockbroker, a buyer should have been found to take over.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," the stockbroker put down the phone and came over with a smile on his face. "Let me confirm with you again. If everything is correct, just sign it."
Chen Lanjun bought 10,000 shares of this stock at 7 yuan. The current selling price is 11.5 yuan, which means she made a net profit of 45,000 yuan.
In fact, if you wait a little longer, you might earn a little more.
But Chen Lanjun couldn't wait, nor did she want to wait. Although this wave of market conditions was a bull market, it was also a short-lived bull market. In her memory, probably after midsummer, the entire stock market would turn downward again and return to silence.
As for the exact day of the turning point, she really couldn't remember it clearly.
Forget it, just put the money in your pocket and run.
She looked it over carefully and found no mistakes. Then she took out her pen and signed it happily.
She stood up and went downstairs, then turned her head to take another look at the noisy securities hall.
The next time she comes, it will probably be when her company goes public?
In the parking lot next to the stock market, Chen Lanjun opened the door of a car.
The radio in the car was playing blues jazz, a smoky voice was singing an English song, and there was a faint scent of cologne, like grapefruit and citrus.
Shao Qinghe put down the Business Weekly and raised his eyes: "Are you back?"
"Yes! It's done."
Chen Lanjun sat firmly on the right side and said with a smile.
Shao Qinghe asked: "Actually, I'm very curious, out of so many stocks, why did you choose this one?"
This is a bit difficult to explain. Chen Lanjun thought about it and decided to attribute it to metaphysics: "Intuition and luck. There is nothing I can do. I was born with good luck."
Shao Qinghe looked at her for a while, smiled lightly, and then suddenly moved closer to Chen Lanjun.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"A little fortune."
Shao Qinghe spoke with confidence.
Chen Lanjun chuckled and handed him her hand: "Then I'll be kind enough to let you have some."
Her palm was half placed in the air, which led Shao Qinghe to reach out and shake her hand, but when their fingertips were about to touch, she suddenly pulled back.
Shao Qinghe shook his hand but it was empty.
When I looked up, I saw a pair of mischievous, bright eyes.
"It's so close, it's good for you."
Chen Lanjun laughed heartily because of Shao Qinghe's slightly dazed expression.
He always seemed a little cold and arrogant outside, but at this moment he looked like a puppy being teased, confused and dazed.
It’s quite cute, Chen Lanjun thought.
However, the next moment, Shao Qinghe suddenly moved.
He clamped her wrist with one hand, and guided her palm gently to his cheek, fitting perfectly.
"That's close enough," he said.
After staring at each other for nine seconds, Chen Lanjun turned her head away and cleared her throat: "Okay, that's enough."
She stared at the street scene outside the car window, but heard Shao Qinghe's chuckle in her ears.
"good."
After a while, Shao Qinghe said, "It's indeed your luck."
"What do you mean?"
"Seeing you bought this stock, I just bought some with my pocket money."
Chen Lanjun glanced at him. Although it was said lightly, Shao Qinghe's pocket money... it would not be a small amount if you think about it.
Wait…isn’t it because of this that the stock appreciated a little late?
It must be. It was probably because they saw Shao Qinghe's sudden entry, which confused the two companies that were playing a business war, so they waited and observed for a while. They found that it was indeed an accident, so they took the next step.
Chen Lanjun looked at Shao Qinghe's profile. Oh, the troublemaker was right next to her.
So he reached out and rubbed his face for a while.
After all the fun and laughter, Chen Lanjun asked the driver to drive the car to a street not far from the tea restaurant.
The new sign for the tea restaurant has been completed, but it has not yet been unveiled. It was named after my sister Chen Fengjun and is called "Feng Cha Ji".
Chen Lanjun made a return trip from Fengchaji. When she got back to the car, she had an extra lunch box in her hand. It was made of wood, which was more in line with Mr. Shao's temperament than a plastic lunch box.
"Try it while it's hot. This is my restaurant's new sign. It hasn't been released to the public yet, so I'm inviting you to try it exclusively."
In the past few days since returning to Pengcheng City, the apprentices and temporary workers at the tea restaurant have really made this lava French toast!
Sure enough, there is no shortage of talented people everywhere.
Shao Qinghe opened the lunch box and saw that the appearance of this snack was not much different from ordinary French toast.
"Sittos?"
"It's runny." Chen Lanjun handed him the knife and fork. "You'll see the difference when you cut it open."
The silver knife cuts from the center of the golden toast, and the salted egg yolk inside immediately flows out.
Shao Qinghe tasted a piece and said, "Not bad, quite innovative."
"Of course." Chen Lanjun also poked a large piece with her fork, put it into her mouth, and ate it with great relish.
Shao Qinghe asked: "When will it open?"
"I looked at the date and said next Friday would be a good time."
"Can I send a flower basket?"
Chen Lanjun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but can you not sign your name?"
Otherwise, that day, not only the salted egg yolk lava French toast, but even the golden lava French toast could not steal the limelight from Mr. Shao.
Shao Qinghe nodded and said, "Don't worry."
On the opening day, a truck brought in eight flower baskets, all of which were carefully selected bouquets.
There is a card, but it has only one signature.
"The name is not known."
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