Reinventing the Millennium

After a while, the atmosphere was in place and people had reached the third floor.

Fang Zhuo said: "This Internet bubble in the United States has affected too many things, including America Online, which we just talked about. In addition to providing Internet access, other major email, browsers, and instant messaging are facing competition from emerging companies. In the future, I’m afraid we will suffer a lot of losses in two to three years.”

Chen Shuhu didn't understand, so he could only listen and wonder what the aroma of cigars was.

"Last year, the United States had low interest rates and the Internet was an emerging economy, so liquidity poured into Internet companies." Fang Zhuo said slowly, "This has had an effect. Stock market points have risen, corporate revenue has increased, and consumption growth has been boosted. . Those who are involved in the Internet are more willing to take this opportunity to tell stories with investors, which creates a cycle."

Fang Zhuo sneered: "Then, those investors, analysts, institutional traders, and venture capital banks all went crazy. They all advocated the value of the Internet and asked Leeks to get in quickly. This year, the Federal Reserve began to raise interest rates."

Although Chen Shuhu is the leader of a state-owned enterprise, he has never looked at the country across the ocean from such a perspective in these years, and there are no similar remarks in the news newspapers.

Although it was only a short two paragraphs, he seemed to have witnessed a closed-loop market phenomenon.

The originally interested mood immediately became surging.

"Raising interest rates? Will liquidity weaken? Is there a loophole in the cycle?" Chen Shuhu asked thoughtfully.

Fang Zhuo gave him a surprised look, which made Chen Shuhu feel a little satisfied.

"Yes, cash flow has decreased, executives have cashed out, stock prices have fallen, investment risks have increased, secondary market financing has become less popular, confidence has decreased, stocks have been sold off, and there has been a run on the market."

"Bubble pop, Boom!"

Fang Zhuo made a blooming gesture with his right hand in the air, shook his head and said: "Many people have suffered heavy losses. People jump from buildings on Wall Street every day."

As he spoke like this, he seemed to have lost the mood to smoke a cigar, so he cut off a piece of the ashes and placed it on the newspaper.

Chen Shuhu paused for ten seconds before cutting out his cigar.

"Brother Chen, I've got a gadget for you." Fang Zhuo casually placed the exquisite lighter in front of Chen Shuhu. This was the most genuine thing he had, a Zippo windproof lighter.

"Sure, it looks pretty good." Chen Shuhu didn't refuse.

"It still has history on it. A friend gave it to me several times. He said it was from the World War II period. Now, you see, the leather is very durable." Fang Zhuo smiled and talked nonsense.

Chen Shuhu was not too surprised.

The image has been established, a bit exaggerated, but it is enough to bully people now. In terms of "boasting and talking", the two people are at different levels.

Fang Zhuo began to relax a bit, and his conversations still tended to focus on foreign stock markets that were relatively far away from the domestic situation.

Chen Shuhu listened with rapt attention, and some of the inside stories that were currently unavailable were quite disturbing.

Time passed slowly, and the two chatted very enthusiastically.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of cheers in the exchange, the number on the screen jumped to 1900, and the A shares hit a new high.

Both of them looked up at this scene.

Chen Shuhu's mind somehow returned to his work.

He sighed to Fang Zhuo about domestic stocks and then asked: "Where will Xiaowan stay tonight? Do you want to have dinner with your family tonight? Since you call me Brother Chen, you have to take care of the meal."

"They are all in Shanghai. I have a distant elder here who does some business. I'll come over and meet him first. We have to talk about family matters this time. Brother Chen, let's do it next time." Fang Zhuo seemed to be in a good mood. Exhausted.

Shanghai was an important place for opening up, and the foreign businessmen there were not comparable to those in Luzhou. Chen Shuhu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that Xiao Wan was a little too young.

"I won't wait for the closing. Goodbye, Brother Chen." Fang Zhuo stood up with a smile.

Chen Shuhu also stood up, nodded but did not hesitate. Xiaowan's parents were not in Luzhou, so he could leave a business card today: "Okay, come here more often when you have time. I often hang out at the exchange."

At this moment, the aunt at the door suddenly came over and shouted: "Hey, hey, what's going on? Is this newspaper for you to put cigarette ashes in? You can't mess with it if it's free!"

But it was Fang Zhuo who put the ashes on the newspaper when he was smoking a cigar.

All the eyes in the hall glanced over.

Fang Zhuo felt happy and apologized on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a green banknote: "Sister, please, please, please buy a few more and put them here."

The aunt took the banknote suspiciously and looked left and right at the light.

Chen Shuhu said: "It's U.S. dollars, gold is precious, keep it."

He suddenly changed his mind: "Xiao Wan, let's go, I'll see you off. Where are you going now?"

"We're at the Yangtze River Hotel today." Fang Zhuo replied.

Yangtze Hotel is the most famous hotel in Luzhou, integrating food and accommodation.

Chen Shuhu nodded and smiled slightly: "It's quite a coincidence. It just so happens that there is a manufacturer's reception in the city the day after tomorrow at the Yangtze River Hotel. Xiao Wan, do you have time? That's considered a treat for you, Brother Chen, who borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

Hey, it’s a calculation without intention, this is much better than having another adventure and meeting by chance at the Yangtze River Hotel.

Fang Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After all, he was Fang Zhengbo, and he was not that good at deception and the like.

Why did he say: "I am not a manufacturer."

"What's the point? Let's take a look at the experience of our inland cities. Let me tell you, those of you who come back to invest from abroad can't always focus on the coast." Chen Shuhu revealed his bottom and said in a very graceful manner, "We in Luzhou The investment policy is very good.”

Fang Zhuo pretended to stare at Chen Shuhu thoughtfully, and said clearly: "It seems that Brother Chen's business scope is quite broad."

Chen Shuhu walked out of the exchange and laughed loudly: "I won't give you a gift today. The company is nervous about using the car. I'll see you the day after tomorrow."

Fang Zhuo nodded in agreement.

It's already getting a little dark.

Chen Shuhu was about to turn back to his unit when he suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Xiao Wan, I want to ask you something."

"Brother Chen, tell me."

"I heard people say that the air abroad smells sweet. Is this true?" Chen Shuhu asked seriously.

Fang Zhuo smiled, thinking that the man in front of him was joking, but he looked very serious. This, this... this magical era...

Chen Shuhu saw that "Xiao Wan" didn't look right, so he quickly added: "It's not the United States. I heard that the air in Europe is very good." He is still politically sensitive, and the atmosphere between China and the United States is relatively tense this year.

For the first time today, Fang Zhuo touched his chin with genuine affection, and said in a dumbfounded voice: "Brother Chen, the world is as cold as the hot."

Chen Shuhu felt a little embarrassed by his look, so he said "see you the day after tomorrow" again and turned to leave.

Fang Zhuo looked at the figure of the general manager whom he had repeatedly speculated on, and couldn't help but sigh again - it was really a magical era.