Chapter 41 The Forty-First Day of Not Running Away The Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 41 The Forty-First Day of Not Running Away The Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

When the stock market opened on the second day, everyone was stunned.

As soon as the stock exchange opened in the morning, people started dumping shares of Electric Vacuum, causing the price to plummet from 450. Everyone's face turned green, and many people rushed to the red-vested staff, asking them to help sell their shares of Electric Vacuum.

Under these circumstances, Jiang Changwen and his daughter could no longer sit still and scrambled to sell off the remaining stocks they had.

Both Jiang Changwen and his daughter looked extremely grim.

When they emerged from the crowd, the father and daughter didn't say a word.

I was so excited when I bought the stocks yesterday morning, and now I'm just as depressed.

You should know that in just these two days, they actually lost more than 10,000 yuan!

To put that into perspective, even in Shanghai, many families only spend a little over 200 yuan a month. A little over 10,000 yuan is enough for an average person to live a carefree life for two or three years.

When they came out, they saw Wen Chan and the others instructing the man in red vests to buy stocks.

Zhao Dan made a bold move, directly buying 300 shares.

Three hundred shares are now worth close to 100,000 yuan.

Zhao Dan was both worried and regretful when she made the purchase.

The worry is that after I buy the stock, it will continue to fall.

If the stock price of Vacuum Electronics falls to 100 yuan, we'll lose a fortune.

My regret is that I bought too many shares yesterday. If I had saved that 100,000 yuan from yesterday to buy more shares now, I could have bought 100 more shares.

"You still dare to buy? Aren't you afraid of dying?!"

Jiang Changwen couldn't help but come over and mock, "Everyone is selling off now, and you're going against the grain. Do you think you can find a bargain?"

Wen Chan and Zhao Dan exchanged a glance. Zhao Dan said to Wen Chan, "Little Wen, it's no fun staying here. Let's go out for a walk."

Wen Chan hummed in response, and no one paid any attention to Jiang Changwen; they all walked out.

Jiang Changwen was so angry that his face turned white.

"Mr. Jiang, do you know those people?" Just as Jiang Changwen and his daughter were filled with anger, Boss Zhao and Boss Fu walked over, pointed at Wen Chan and the others' backs, and asked.

Jiang Changwen was exceptionally respectful to the two bosses. Seeing that Boss Zhao had a cigarette in his mouth, he quickly took out a lighter to light it for him. "Boss Zhao, of course I know them. Those guys are from out of town, they come to Shanghai to make a living."

"Out-of-towners, they seem pretty rich." Boss Fu said, hands in his pockets. "I just vaguely overheard them buying vacuum cleaners?"

Jiang Simin immediately chimed in, "That's right, they've bought a lot more shares since yesterday, they're really fearless."

Many stocks?

Boss Zhao and Boss Fu exchanged a glance, both revealing a look of apprehension.

In the following days, the price of vacuum gas on the stock market continued to fall, although the decline was smaller, everyone lost hope.

Wen Chan instructed Zhao Dan to continue buying shares. After finishing the Shanghai Stock Exchange stocks, he instructed Fatty to buy shares of Electrovacuum on the black market.

Just as Wen Chan had predicted, there was still a large stock of vacuum ion in the black market.

Zhao Dan bought a total of seven or eight hundred thousand yuan worth of goods, but dared not buy any more with the remaining two hundred thousand yuan.

The fat man hardened his heart and threw all the money he had into it.

That day, when Fatty came back, he said to Wen Chan, "Today I went to the black market to buy stocks, and someone asked about us."

Wen Chan was watching TV when she heard this. She raised her head slightly and asked, "Who is it? Do you know them?"

"They don't seem like people we know, but they seem to know we're all from Beijing," the fat man said, stroking his chin. "Besides, it was a bit difficult to buy an electric vacuum today; I had to pay extra before they would sell it to me."

Wen Chan seemed to be deep in thought, stroking his chin.

She looked at Zhao Dan, "Sister Zhao, tomorrow have your cousin go out and inquire around in the market to see what's going on."

Zhao Dan readily agreed.

She's currently buying far more vacuum tubes than Wen Chan, so she's naturally more anxious about any slight movement in the market.

The next day, Lin Mo returned after making some inquiries and told Wen Chan and Zhao Dan, "I said I wanted to buy fifty shares, but not many people were willing to sell. The most they were willing to sell was 20 shares, and they even demanded a higher price."

The ducks are the first to know when the river warms in spring.

Wen Chan smiled.

It seems that those who run the betting operations are even more impatient than she thought.

She thought the other party wouldn't start making a move until after the New Year at the earliest, but she didn't expect them to start making a move so soon.

If you were to pinpoint the most sensitive area in the entire stock market right now, it wouldn't be the Shanghai Stock Exchange, but rather the black market.

People in the black market are well-informed and have a keen sense of smell, especially in Shanghai. Anyone who dares to get involved in stock trading early on not only needs money but also courage and boldness; none of them are ordinary people.

Zhao Dan looked at Wen Chan and asked, "What's going on? Is it good news? Good news?"

She doesn't dare go to the Shanghai Stock Exchange anymore; seeing the stock price drop breaks her heart.

"We'll have to think about it some more," Wen Chan said. "We can start preparing to buy plane tickets now. Fatty will come back to Beijing with me, Sister Zhao, you guys go back to Shenzhen, right? Zihan, you stay here in Shanghai."

Zhao Dan exclaimed in disbelief and stood up, saying, "Why are we going back now?"

Wen Chan was both amused and exasperated. Pointing to the calendar, she said, "Sister Zhao, look at the calendar yourself. Today is already the 21st of the twelfth lunar month. If we don't buy plane tickets now, we might not be able to buy them even if we have the money in a few days."

Zhao Dan glanced at the calendar and realized that the Chinese New Year was almost here.

Hey, she's not in the mood for Chinese New Year right now.

She can celebrate the New Year every year, but now she has seven or eight hundred thousand yuan tied up in the stock market. Let alone the New Year, even if you were given dragon meat, she wouldn't care.

Wen Chan patted Zhao Dan's hand. "Sister Zhao, I think I'll buy you tickets for the day after tomorrow. I'll pay for them. We'll check the situation again tomorrow and then pack up and go back."

Zhao Dan had no choice but to agree.

She couldn't refuse, since the Shanghai Stock Exchange wouldn't be open during the Chinese New Year.

The following day, a strange situation occurred on the black market for vacuum stock: the price was higher than that on the Shanghai Stock Exchange, but there were not many sellers.

At the same time, there are more people making acquisitions.

This bizarre situation is baffling.

Wen Chan gave Jiang Zihan a red envelope in advance. These days, Jiang Zihan has been taking care of all her needs, including food, clothing, and shelter. Jiang Zihan may not be as smart as others, but she is serious and dedicated in her work.

Wen Chan's clothes all needed to be dry-cleaned, so she asked around and found the best dry cleaner to send them there, delivering one batch and picking them up every morning.

In addition, Wen Chan likes to read newspapers, and she also has a way to get the hotel staff to deliver a batch of foreign newspapers to her at a fixed time every day.

Regardless of how she did it, at least this girl put her heart into it.

"Sister Wen, this is too much." As soon as she received the red envelope, Jiang Zihan knew that there was definitely no less than five hundred yuan in it. She was both happy and a little embarrassed. "Please take some back. I've been eating and drinking with you for free these days, and you've even bought me clothes. How can I accept such a generous red envelope from you?"

"Take it," Wen Chan said. "It's not easy to come home for the New Year. There are so many people in your family, and you have two nephews and nieces. It's always better to have more money than less. Besides, I think the place you live in is really bad. I've inquired and found out that there's a place called Guihua Lane near your house. You can rent three rooms there for only 40 yuan a month. Now that you have money, you should improve your home's environment. This is also a way for you, as a daughter, to show your filial piety."

Jiang Zihan was deeply moved.

Her eyes were red. Despite her stubbornness towards her father, Jiang Zihan actually loved her parents very much. When she went to Beijing to work hard, she wanted to prove herself and also hoped to make a lot of money in Beijing so that her parents could live a better life.

Ever since she could remember, her parents had never had an easy time. Their tiny place was becoming increasingly crowded, and they could bump into people just by turning a corner. The family was constantly arguing, with minor quarrels every three days and major arguments every five.

It's because the place we live is too small.

Jiang Zihan was extremely grateful that Wen Chan had considered things so thoroughly for her. She sniffed and said to Wen Chan, "Sister Wen, if you don't mind, you can keep me here to help you. I'll do anything!"

Wen Chan laughed and said, "I really believe you. You should rest well during the New Year. We will come back after the New Year."

Jiang Zihan readily agreed, "Just wait and see. If there's any movement from the black market, I'll call you to let you know."

The plane took off in the afternoon.

Jiang Zihan even came to see them off at the airport, watching them board the plane before going home.

She came out of the airport, sniffed, and felt refreshed by the cold air. She hailed a minivan and headed straight for the next corner with her luggage.

The Jiang family had already started preparing for the New Year. In previous years, as the end of the year approached, the Jiang family would always worry because they had a large family but not much money. If they wanted to buy pork knuckles, they couldn't buy big fish and fat chickens.

It wasn't that the Jiang family couldn't afford the money, but they also had to prepare things like melon seeds, peanuts, White Rabbit candy, and biscuits for their guests. In addition, they had to prepare a gift for each of their relatives and friends, especially for Jiang's mother's family and her eldest daughter-in-law's family.

We haven't given either side much money throughout the year, so it would be really inappropriate not to prepare a decent gift at the end of the year.

But today is different.

Jiang Zihan had previously left some money for her family.

This money is enough for the Jiang family to have a prosperous New Year. Before the end of the year is even here, Jiang's mother has already started frying meatballs and fish at home, and has also ordered large fish and shrimp from the market and bought fat chickens and ducks from the countryside.

The fat chickens and ducks weren't ready to be slaughtered yet; they were kept at the doorstep. Any neighbor who passed by would envy how lavishly they had prepared for the New Year.

"Hey, Lao Jiang, your little girl is back."

As always, Jiang Zihan had barely arrived at the entrance of the alley when the sharp-eyed neighbors shouted the news.

Jiang Zihan greeted everyone as she walked upstairs.

Mr. Jiang and the others were not home. Mrs. Jiang was home alone with her child watching TV when she heard the noise and quickly came out.

When her nephew and niece saw Jiang Zihan, they immediately called out "Auntie" and rushed over.

Jiang Zihan took out the chocolates the hotel had given her from her pocket and gave them to the two children.

"It's chocolate?!" the children exclaimed in delight.

Jiang's mother helped Jiang Zihan with her luggage, her face full of smiles, and then scolded, "Why did you bring snacks for the child again? This chocolate is not cheap."

"It was a free gift from the hotel," Jiang Zihan said. "Why not take it? It's not like I'm paying for it. Mom, look at this..."

She proudly presented the red envelope Wen Chan had given her.