"You can trade Clivias, and there's nothing wrong with making a quick buck. But be sure to know when to stop. Today is February 9th. If you're trading Clivias, remember this: by the end of April, no matter how crazy the prices are, you must get out. Can you remember that? Repeat it three times for me."
After the Spring Festival in 1985, Clivia was at its craziest. The whole Changchun City was filled with madness, from families to society, from businesses to capital.
Every household grows Clivia, many companies encourage their employees to grow Clivia, and some factories also invest in growing Clivia.
The artists also went crazy, some sang, painted, wrote poems and inscribed calligraphy for Clivia...
This sentiment even spread across the country, with Pu'er tea from the south of Yunnan and koi from the south of Beijing becoming targets of hype.
In such a crazy atmosphere, not to mention someone who doesn't know the ending, even someone like Wan Feng who knows the ending will lose his mind.
By June, voices criticizing the hype of Clivia appeared in newspapers and the price of Clivia began to collapse like an avalanche. In a short period of time, countless people lost their fortunes.
Of course, Wan Feng doesn't want to see Chen Tianchui and his son have such an ending.
Seeing Wan Feng’s serious expression, Chen Tianchui put away his playful smile and repeated it three times seriously.
"Uncle Chen, remember this too. If Hammer gets too excited and forgets this, just use the stick and beat him hard."
Chen Tianchui was puzzled. Is it that serious?
"I've said what I want to say. Whether you listen or not is none of my business. Don't come to me with nothing to lose. I don't like people who don't listen."
"Brother! I promise to remember your words."
It seems that I have to come here at the end of April or the beginning of May. How can Chen Tianchui, a young man who is only eighteen years old after the Chinese New Year, not lose his mind in this crazy wave?
It's impossible!
"Uncle Chen, I won't say anything about your son's business, but you must go to Wahou."
When the madness of Clivia ends and dust returns to dust, everything will return to its original appearance and order. Then people in Changchun will find that everything is no different from before. What is out of balance is only the wealth of some people and the unwillingness of their hearts.
Wan Feng pulled out another small stack of bills: "These two hundred yuan are for your round-trip travel expenses, food, lodging, etc. after you arrive in Wa."
Chen Dao refused to accept it, saying that the travel expenses could be taken from the 8,000 yuan.
"Ask your apprentice if he wants to work for me. He can apply for unpaid leave."
"I won't say that. I haven't been to the factory in the past two years, and I don't have much contact with them."
"Just try your best. If you succeed, that's even better. If you fail, it's no big deal."
Chen Dao nodded and said that he would give it a try.
After leaving Chen Dao's house, the four of them went straight to the train station, chose a train to Harbin, and boarded the northbound train at twelve o'clock that evening.
After arriving in Harbin, Wan Feng took advantage of the short waiting time to visit Jiang Ming and his wife, then continued north by train and bus, and returned to Wuxian on the afternoon of February 12.
Tomorrow is Little New Year, and there is still a week left before the Chinese New Year.
"Damn it! We are so unlucky! Why do we have to take such a crappy train? It's so cold!"
"It's better to take a private car. Look at those private cars. They look like they are warm."
After getting out of the car, Li Mingdou and He Xiao complained.
There was only one private car, and when they got off the train there were only two seats on the car, leaving two people standing?
It's more than 300 miles, and I see no one on the bus getting off along the way. Will it go all the way to Wuxian?
Looking back now, it's really not as good as taking that bus. Four people taking turns standing is worse than taking a bus with windows that let in air.
"Since we're already on the train, stop complaining. We're not frozen to death. Mingdou, go buy tickets for Xiao Wu's family. If we don't buy tickets now, we won't be able to go back today."
It is now 12:50, and there are still 40 minutes before the bus to Xiao Wu's house departs.
Wan Feng wants to use this time to visit Zhang Xuan's home.
Look what this woman does at home.
Fortunately, Zhang Xuan's home is not far from the bus station, one mile. It sounds scary, but in fact it is only 500 meters when converted into meters, less than 500 meters.
Wan Feng jogged all the way to Zhang Xuan's house.
When they reached the door of Zhang Xuan's house, two figures flew out.
"Brother-in-law is here!"
Wan Feng was discouraged on the spot. He felt that his brother-in-law lacked confidence and his status was a bit unjustified.
Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong didn't care about this and rushed out, one holding Wan Feng's hand and the other holding Wan Feng's arm, they were so affectionate.
Wan Feng didn't have time to chat with them as he was very busy.
They grabbed a handful of money, not knowing how much it was, and each of them took a handful to play with.
He Yanxia saw that Wan Feng had complicated feelings.
The silly girl has set her sights on this boy, even if it means being his mistress, she is willing to do so. What else can she say?
Wan Feng was embarrassed to see He Yanxia now, but he had to say something. It was better to say it than to hide it.
"Aunt He, I'm quite embarrassed to see you. I don't know how to face you. I didn't mean to take advantage of your daughter, but I can't help it, so I can only say sorry."
He Yanxia is quite magnanimous. Why bother talking about this when things have already come to this point?
"Xiao Wan, I don't blame you. Now that things have come to this, there's nothing more to say. Just be nice to Xuan'er in the future."
"That's not a problem. She didn't come back?"
If Zhang Xuan was at home, he would have come out by now.
"She's busy at the factory. They've got a lot of orders this winter, and she said she might not be able to get back from vacation until the 26th."
"Aunt He, since she hasn't come back yet, I won't stay here. My car leaves at 1:30, and there are several people waiting for me. I also have to go to the bank to do some work. I just got off the car and didn't have time to buy any gifts, so I came here empty-handed. You can buy something with this money."
Wan Feng took out two stacks of money and put them on the kang.
"Xiao Wan, you're being too formal. After all, we're a family. You should take the money back. Auntie isn't short of money right now. Xuan'er brought back a lot of money."
"What's hers is hers, they're two different things. I'm leaving!"
Wan Feng didn't stay until Zhang Xuan came back, and he couldn't stay even if she was at home.
Wan Feng left Zhang Xuan's house and ran all the way to the Bank of China.
Shortly after he started working at the bank, he used checks to open three current account savings books with a face value of 157,000 yuan each.
He couldn't take the cash back and didn't have time, so he gave them three current account passbooks and let them deal with them themselves.
It is none of his business whether they take the current account passbook back and transfer it into a fixed deposit or withdraw it.
When we got back to the bus station, there were still a few minutes before the bus departed.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wan Feng and his group returned half a year after leaving Xiao Wu's house. They originally planned to return in May, but now they are three or four months ahead of schedule.
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