Chapter 37 The Thirty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The thirty-seventh day of not running away...

Chapter 37 The Thirty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The thirty-seventh day of not running away...

Guangren laughed and said, "Grandpa, that's really hard to hear. I'm your grandson, are you really hoping for my death?"

"He's never home, never sends a letter. What's the difference between him and someone who's dead?" The old man's eyes flickered when he saw Chen Bozheng and the others. "Are these two your friends?"

"These two are the big bosses, this is Boss Chen, and this is Boss Lin," Guang Renhe quickly introduced. "The two bosses want to build an auto repair shop and came here to inspect the area. Isn't this place close to the highway?"

Before Chen Bozheng could react, the old man jumped up and grabbed his hand, saying, "So you two bosses are here to build a factory. Please come and sit on the kang (heated brick bed). It's so cold outside, please warm up here."

Then he shouted loudly outside, "Little Six's mother, we have guests! Quickly make some tea, and bring over some peanuts, melon seeds, candy, or something."

A cheerful woman outside answered in a crisp voice.

A short while later, a woman in her fifties came in carrying a teapot, teacups, melon seeds, peanuts, and other snacks, inviting Chen Bozheng and the others to drink tea.

"Have a drink. This is tea that our sixth son got for the family. He said it's Tieguanyin, from the south, and it's quite expensive." Old Master Guang smiled broadly, his eyes full of wrinkles, and gestured for us to drink.

“My grandfather is not a distinguished guest, so he usually doesn’t bring out any wine. He is the village chief of our village, and he makes all the decisions about village affairs,” Guangren explained.

Chen Bozheng and Lin Zhiyong exchanged a glance.

Neither of them expected that Guangren and his family had such a connection.

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December 19th.

The first day of operation for the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Even before the appointed time, the entrance was already crowded with people who came to join the fun, as well as Shanghai residents who usually trade stocks.

It was a cold day, but because of the crowds at the exchange entrance, it actually felt a bit warm.

Zhao Dan had 100,000 yuan on her, intending to play around with it a little. However, seeing so many people outside and a large group of reporters with their cameras and microphones, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Brother Yang, you're here too! We were just saying that you would never miss an occasion like this." Several Shanghai uncles flattered a plain-looking middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was accompanied by several bodyguards who were greeting people around him from time to time, clearly indicating that he was a person of considerable fame.

"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Yang, you're here too." The man greeted them. "I heard you two recently went to Hong Kong; you must have made a fortune."

"Oh, not at all, I only earn a little for tea," the two uncles said modestly. "How can we compare to your good eye? You made over a million yuan from buying vacuum tubes earlier, that's truly remarkable."

More than a million?

Zhao Dan gasped and whispered, "Really?"

The fat man had been making inquiries lately and was well-informed. He recognized the man and whispered to Zhao Dan, "Sister Zhao, that man's nickname is Yang Baiwan. It's been in the newspapers. This Yang Baiwan made over a million in the stock market."

Zhao Dan's heart pounded, and her eyes almost lit up.

"How can you make money from stocks?"

Wen Chan said, "It depends on the individual. There's only one Yang Baiwan in the whole of Shanghai. If you think that just because he's making money, you should follow suit, you'll only end up being exploited."

"What does 'leek' mean?" Jiang Zihan asked curiously.

Wen Chan said, "Chives are harvested one crop after another."

The crowd exchanged glances, finding her words concise and to the point.

"It's open! It's open!" someone shouted, and instantly, the crowd that had been discussing at the entrance squeezed into the trading hall.

At this moment, the fat man played his part, taking the lead and managing to squeeze out a path.

Wen Chan, Zhao Dan, and the others quickly followed.

The sales clerks, wearing red vests, sat at various seats. The red vest that the fat man found for them was worn by a young girl.

When she saw Wen Chan and her group, she paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "May I ask what stocks or government bonds you would like to buy, sir and madam?"

“I want to buy 500 shares of Vacuum Electric,” Wen Chan said decisively.

The woman in the red vest paused for a moment, then glanced at the computer screen. The current price of Electric Vacuum was 375 yuan per share, so 500 shares would be equivalent to buying around 180,000 yuan worth of stock.

Wen Chan noticed the amount on the screen changing and urged, "I brought cash, please hurry."

"Me too, I want to buy 200 shares!" Zhao Dan was also taken aback by Wen Chan's big spender.

Keep in mind that Wen Chan only had a little over 300,000 yuan on her, and to throw away about half of it in one go, she really had a lot of guts.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."

The man in the red vest realized what was happening and quickly called a colleague to help him count the money. He then swiftly placed an order on the screen.

After placing the order, she handed the order form to Wen Chan and Zhao Dan to fill out. In fact, this step should have been done before that.

However, Wen Chan and his group came on so aggressively that even the red-vested group lost their rhythm.

This kind of thing is not unusual.

After all, today is the first day of business, anything can happen.

Wen Chan was unsurprised by this and even helped Zhao Dan with how to fill out the form.

"Someone bought over 500 shares. Who bought Vacuum Electric?"

"The vacuum level has increased, and in the blink of an eye, it's gone up by thirty yuan?"

"It was only a little over 350 at the beginning!"

The trading hall was packed with people, with citizens sitting next to each person wearing a red vest, all there to trade stocks and government bonds.

Everyone stared at the prices on the screen, screaming with excitement.

"Brother Yang, did you buy those 500 shares?" Mr. Zheng and his companion came to find Yang Baiwan.

Yang Baiwan said with a wry smile, "I did buy 500 shares, but I was too late. The one just now wasn't me."

"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" Mr. Zheng and the others exclaimed in surprise, "Shanghai really is a place where hidden talents abound. We never expected to find such wealthy people, and so ruthless in their spending. However, the market for Vacuum Electronics stock is hard to predict. It rose to over 800 before falling back down. It might even fall back down today."

After saying this, Mr. Zheng suddenly realized that what he said was inappropriate. Yang Baiwan had only just bought 500 shares. If he said this in front of Yang Baiwan, wouldn't it be like cursing a monk in front of a bald monk?

"I was just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

"No way," Yang Baiwan said with a forced smile, inwardly scoffing.

He looked around, his eyes constantly searching for someone who had bought 500 shares of vacuum gas like him.

The stock of Vacuum Electric was carefully selected by Yang Baiwan, although it is currently the least favored among the eight major stocks.

But Yang Baiwan firmly believes that the stock of Vacuum Electronics has great potential. So what if it has fallen from more than 800 to more than 300? As long as there is a favorable opportunity, it can go up again.

But who exactly had the same idea as him?

His gaze fell on a group of well-dressed people leaving the trading hall, and subconsciously landed on the tall, fair-skinned woman among them.

But he was only slightly amazed and then looked away.

"Are we leaving now, or are we going to wait here?" Zhao Dan was a little uneasy. Although they hadn't bought much, only a little over 60,000 or 70,000 yuan.

But after making the purchase, Zhao Dan felt uncertain and couldn't rest easy.

Wen Chan said, "There's no need to wait here. More and more people will arrive, and I don't like being in crowded places."

Zhao Dan looked at Wen Chan, hesitant to speak.

Wen Chan said considerately, "How about we find a restaurant nearby to eat first? If you want to come this afternoon, you can come, okay?"

“Okay!” Zhao Dan readily agreed.

She glanced at her watch. "Oh dear, I don't know what to eat at this hour?"

It's almost 11 o'clock now.

They were mostly just watching other people trade.

It seems there's a certain enjoyment in watching others trade.

The group randomly chose a Shanghai restaurant to eat at. In the afternoon, Wen Chan rested at the hotel, while Fatty was borrowed by Zhao Dan to work as a bodyguard.

When she woke up from her afternoon nap, it was already five or six o'clock.

She casually turned on the TV, and the news was reporting on the opening of the Shanghai Stock Exchange that day, as well as the fact that a high-ranking official had gifted shares of vacuum electronic equipment to a foreign friend.

Wen Chan was boiling water, intending to make some chrysanthemum tea.

The doorbell rang.

She went to open the door, and outside, Zhao Dan and her group were beaming with excitement, "They've been promoted! They've been promoted!"

The sound of the hotel room doors opening and closing came from the left and right.

Wen Chan stepped aside, saying, "Come in and we'll talk."

Zhao Dan and the others hurriedly came in. After closing the door, Zhao Dan saw the news on TV and excitedly said to Wen Chan, "Yes, that's the news! It's incredible, truly incredible! Do you know what the price of an electric vacuum tube is now?"

Wen Chan asked, "How much? Five hundred?"

"Oh my, how did you know? It really is five hundred! It rose to 501 when the market closed today!" Zhao Dan was so excited that she felt a little dizzy.

She took off her coat and waved her fingers in the air. "Didn't you see? The people at the exchange are going crazy."

"Sister-in-law, you've struck it rich! You made over 50,000 yuan in just one day from these 500 shares!" The fat man could hardly believe it.

This money is earned faster than robbery.

They used to work incredibly hard selling clothes just to earn money.

Before I started wholesaling, I sold clothes at Xiushui Street. In the sweltering summer heat, I was so exhausted that a single drop of sweat would shatter into eight pieces.

"Girl, you're amazing! I'm completely impressed." Zhao Dan gave Wen Chan a thumbs up. "I saw a lot of people on the exchange regretting not buying Electric Vacuum. I regret it too. If I had known it would rise so fast, I would have bought more."

Jiang Zihan and the others looked at Wen Chan with envy.

Wen Chan said, "Sister Zhao, you've already made quite a bit of money, so you can't be greedy."

She said to Zhao Dan, "Let's go take another look tomorrow. Same as before, I'll decide what to buy. I'll decide how much to buy this time."

"Okay, whatever you say." What else could Zhao Dan say?

In the evening, Zhao Dan was in a great mood and treated everyone to dinner.

After returning to the hotel, she called her husband, Mr. Ye.

"Hello." When Boss Ye received the call, he didn't know who was calling.

“It’s me,” Zhao Dan said. “I have good news for you. We made more than 20,000 yuan today.”

"So fast?" Boss Ye was startled. "What happened?"

Zhao Dan briefly explained the situation to Boss Ye, and then whispered, "When I came back, I saw Miss Wen watching the news on TV. Do you think she has a source to back her up? She's so confident."

Mr. Ye looked serious. If this was true, then Miss Wen's background must be extraordinary.

"It's probably true. We should just keep it to ourselves and not tell anyone else. You know, if others find out about this kind of good thing, we won't be able to get it."

"I know, I know, I'm not stupid." Zhao Dan said reproachfully, "If we can make more money this time, when we go home for the New Year, we might as well build a new house for your family and mine, so that your dad and my dad won't keep nagging us that we made a lot of money and that it's not as respectable as other people's jobs."

"Okay, don't worry, we'll build a villa and let the villagers see what our Boss Zhao is capable of," Boss Ye said with a smile.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye are very shrewd. Although they made money, they never took it back to their hometown to build a house. A Mercedes-Benz is different. If you're doing business and you don't have a luxury car, no matter how well you talk or how capable you are, people won't believe you have the capital.

An imported Mercedes-Benz completely silences all other words. Even at work, people are more likely to give you a friendly welcome when they see a Mercedes-Benz.

Often, it's not that business people like to put on a show of wealth when they're not doing it; it's just that if you don't do it, nobody will believe you.