Reinventing the Millennium

Chen Shuhu, this figure came to prominence in the "Treasury Bond 327 Incident". It was 5 years ago, that is, in 1995, a "long" and "short" battle on the treasury bond futures contract. He led Anhui Province's treasury bond capital to obtain a "long" head. victory.

Before this, Anhui Province's national debt had a deficit of as much as 500 million. After this battle, the hole was not only filled, but also a profit of hundreds of millions was made. Chen Shuhu himself also received a cash reward from the government.

People at the time were unclear about the amount of this reward, but Fang Zhuo vaguely remembered that it was millions, which could be called a huge amount of money in this era, and was at least worth two gas stations.

Of course, this is still a small amount compared to profits.

He plays securities, understands finance, is capable, dares to work hard, and most importantly, the leaders are very satisfied with the results of his excellent completion of tasks.

Fang Zhuo tried hard to recall Chen Shuhu, a figure who would be talked about by many people in the future, and tried to find more relevant information.

However, newspapers are all about current news, and you can’t find more useful information in the Internet cafes you go to by bike. After all, at this time, Baidu has just been founded a few months ago, and Google has not entered the country. All that are shining are portals. and BBS forum.

However, it is not completely without gain. The non-performing asset "Red Star Rice Paper" in the newspaper has a piece of land that will be a key area for the government's urban development planning in the future.

Moreover, the land will appreciate in value in the next year or two.

This is very important, but the way in which advanced information is realized remains to be considered.

Back in the millennium, on this afternoon, Fang Zhuo went to the bank and took out all his belongings, 2,000 yuan.

Although the term "household with ten thousand yuan" is no longer popular nowadays, this is still a lot of money, including the New Year's money he received since childhood and living expenses for the past six months.

Fang Zhuo's family background was relatively good. His mother worked as an engineer in a construction company in the county, and his father worked as a truck puller in and out of the province. About a year later, the efficiency of the construction company declined, and the family took out a loan to buy the new car less than two years ago. The truck was inexplicably overhauled, and his father took on debt and changed careers, causing a chain reaction. From then on, it was a haze that lasted for nearly ten years.

When there was hope that the family's situation would improve, her mother was suddenly admitted to the hospital and passed away without any definite physical problems. That year, she was fifty-three, and Fang Zhuoman, who had just become capable, was full of "the child wanted to support him but could not be kissed." "Sadness and melancholy.

Happy families are all alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Back in the dormitory, Fang Zhuo met Lin Cheng, his roommate who studied at night.

"Fang Zhuo, you're back. Did you call home?"

"No call, he must be busy." Fang Zhuoyou used a phone booth to call home on the way back. He asked, "Why are you reading with a candle here?"

"There's a power outage." Lin Cheng, who was reading Zhen Bingzhu at night, said with concern, "I didn't ask about your cousin's transfer situation. Do you need to prepare in advance for them to come to Luzhou?"

"Let's wait until they arrive." Fang Zhuo sighed, not mentioning the misunderstanding of transferring to another hospital.

Lin Cheng closed the book and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The dormitory was quiet for a while, with only the fluctuation of light and shadow.

After a while, Lin Cheng couldn't stand the atmosphere and changed the subject: "Fang Zhuo, have you decided where to intern?"

"I haven't had time to think about it yet," Fang Zhuo replied.

"Now I want to both upgrade my undergraduate degree and get a job quickly." Lin Cheng said hesitantly, "I want to go to Pengcheng, where my fellow villagers have opened a company, and I heard that the salary is good. However, I feel that with a higher education, I can develop in the future. Better. Hey, I’m really hesitant.”

Fang Zhuo didn't speak immediately. He knew that this man finally chose to take the exam to upgrade to a bachelor's degree. Another roommate in the dormitory, Zhao Nanyong, who moved out, went to Pengcheng, a reformed pearl, with the dream of becoming a boss. There was also Xu Kai, a I have some connections at home and have already contacted the school and am currently working.

A few years later, Lin Cheng, who failed to pass the undergraduate examination, went to work in a factory. Zhao Nanyong, who dreamed of being a boss, returned home and started renting out rentals. However, Xu Kai, who was already working, successfully went to work, got married, and had a child. However, he later heard that the child was not his own. of……

In the 21st century, the times are undergoing earth-shaking changes, and the economy is developing at a rapid pace, but the waves that ordinary people make are just insignificant embellishments in the surging tide.

"You should concentrate on the exam. If you want to go to Pengcheng, go there early. Don't be in a hurry. If you go to Pengcheng, remember to buy a house early. I heard people say that house prices will rise very high in the future." Fang Zhuo advised, "Well, you can also buy it with a loan and mortgage."

"What kind of loan? I heard that Pengcheng's salary is nearly two thousand yuan a month. If you work hard for a few years and then find a wife, and add some money to your family, you can buy it directly." Lin Cheng said with a smile, "I'm especially It’s so annoying to owe someone money, let alone ask a bank to borrow it.”

Fang Zhuo touched his forehead. If he worked hard for a few more years, it would be difficult to find a wife there. If he worked hard for a few more years, he might have to go to Vietnam to buy one.

"Let's talk about it. In a few days, I will tell you about the housing price trend." Fang Zhuo shook his head.

Lin Cheng muttered a few more words and suddenly saw Fang Zhuo taking out his backpack and packing his clothes in the dark.

"Why are you packing your clothes? Will you be in the hospital for the next few days?"

"No, I'm going to Yiwu for two days to buy some things. If there's something going on at school, you can help me take care of it." Fang Zhuo said casually.

Lin Cheng was puzzled. When he asked a few questions, his roommate was prevaricating, so he had to say: "Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on your roll call when the class calls. When the teacher asks, he will tell you that you have gone to the hospital."

He sighed and continued reading at night by the lantern.

In the dormitory, there was only the sound of turning pages and packing things. Occasionally, there was the sound of car horns passing by outside the window.

Early the next morning, Lin Cheng woke up in a daze. He took two minutes to look at his roommate's bed, only to find that it had been cleaned up. Fang Zhuo and his backpack had disappeared.

"When did this guy change his gender and make the bed..."

He muttered to himself and walked to the bed and found two newspapers folded beside his pillow. The top one had the words "Luzhou City Industrial Investment Promotion Conference" printed in thick black.

…

On the afternoon of Wednesday, September 14th, Chen Shuhu, who had been extremely busy with work recently, walked out of his unit and walked habitually to the securities exchange 50 meters away.

Every time he has a leisure time or encounters something unpleasant, he can always get a lot of inspiration and spiritual comfort here. The red and green numbers seem to have extraordinary magic and make people addicted.

There are many investors on the stock exchange, and the recent rise in A-shares has greatly stimulated everyone's enthusiasm for entering the market.

"1850 hours."

Chen Shuhu looked up at today's A-share points and sat in the lobby with his briefcase under his arm. He didn't pick up the free newspaper provided at the door, but just read the market while thinking about how to solve the work problem at hand.

This non-performing asset "Red Star Rice Paper" has failed to sell twice and failed to find cooperation once. It is really a big problem.

"Sorry, is Chenghua Avenue heading east?"

Chen Shuhu's thoughts were interrupted by a question with a strange accent. He turned to look at the door and saw a young man who was out of tune with his surroundings.

He doesn’t look like a student, his expression and demeanor are not so immature, he doesn’t look like an employee, the hat he wears with his clothes is a bit trendy, and he doesn’t look like a boss, he doesn’t have his trademark leather bag and recklessness.

From out of town? It seems to have a southern accent, Yangcheng or Pengcheng? Or is it from Hong Kong and Taiwan?

Chen Shuhu made a subconscious judgment in his heart when he saw the aunt at the door shaking her head at the young man.

He thought about it and found that there seemed to be no Chenghua Avenue in Luzhou.

The young man smiled at the aunt at the door, thanked her naturally in English, picked up another free newspaper, and walked into the securities hall leisurely.

Chen Shuhu turned back and continued reading the tape.

Within a few seconds, the young man sat next to him, spread out the newspaper and read it carefully. He leaned slightly, took out a bottle of water from his shoulder bag, unscrewed it and took a sip.

Chen Shuhu saw an unfamiliar English label on the mineral water bottle out of the corner of his eye.

The A-share points on the lobby screen slowly jumped.

Rows of stock symbols are either green or red.

A middle-aged man in the prime of life and a handsome and refined young man.

They were each deep in thought, without speaking to each other.