Yao Zhaowen walked into the office carrying the aluminum lunch box for breakfast and handed Li Manjun the two newspapers she asked for.
Here are today's morning papers and yesterday's economic papers.
Li Manjun nodded, finished the work at hand, and glanced at the calendar on the desktop. March 26th should be almost the same time.
Let's look at the morning paper first. The debate in the newspaper about whether the surname is social or capitalist has finally been concluded.
This year's great people visited several cities in the south during the Spring Festival and gave an accurate result to last year's heated debate.
As the results became clear, the Haishi stock market set off a huge wave.
Li Manjun felt that he was still cowardly. A set of subscription certificates in Haishi was now worth at least 16,000 yuan on the market.
The subscription certificate Zhu Yaowei was holding was finally sold, and each set earned three thousand yuan more than hers.
Of course, at this point, he can't sell it.
At the same time that the national economic path was set, the Shanghai Stock Exchange also announced that the number of newly issued stocks would increase to 53.
Zhu Yaowei, who now lives in Haishi, goes out every day, and the two words he hears the most are stocks.
With the issuance of new shares, the plan that Li Manjun and Zhu Yaowei had been planning for nearly two months was finally implemented.
"Are you sure you want to buy this one?" Zhu Yaowei has already picked up the latest mobile phone, which is convenient to use.
He had already sold the bb machine given by Li Manjun to a second-hand recycling store, and the money back was 800 yuan.
Li Manjun looked at the names of 53 stock companies that were about to be released in the Economic News, took a deep breath, and then answered: "I'm sure!"
"Do they all buy it?"
"Yes, buy them all from Yuyuan Mall."
Zhu Yaowei could hear the slight tremor in Li Manjun's voice. He also lowered his head and looked at the newspaper in his hand, as well as the status of various listed companies that his old classmates were asking for.
This stock, called Yuyuan Mall, is mediocre among the 53 stocks, and is far inferior to the famous ones.
The two have worked together for so long and have a tacit understanding.
Zhu Yaowei didn't know where Li Manjun's "inside information" came from, but the subscription certificate in front of her was enough to prove that her choices were wise.
In fact, the day after he sold ten sets of subscription certificates for 16,000 yuan a set, as the second wave of subscription certificates became available, the price of the first wave of subscription certificates plummeted to 10,000 yuan.
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If he moves any slower, the cash in his hand will shrink by tens of thousands.
"Will you buy it from me this time?" Li Manjun asked profusely.
Regarding Zhu Yaowei's part of the subscription certificate, she never gave any advice.
She only needs him to be able to pay back the 50,000 yuan he borrowed from her.
Zhu Yaowei thought for a while and suddenly asked: "How high do you think it can go?"
"What? Are you stuck again? You are really not afraid of overturning!" Li Manjun asked angrily, worried about the 50,000 he borrowed.
Zhu Yaowei chuckled twice and said, "Don't get excited. The money I owe you will be returned to you with interest."
"Ahem!" Li Manjun pretended to cough twice to hide his embarrassment, and said, "The deadline is the afternoon of May 24th."
"Okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yaowei packed up the cash in his hands. There were two suitcases, full of cash, his own and Li Manjun's. They were heavy in his hands.
That's the weight of nearly 1.5 million in cash.
Zhu Yaowei had seen many large checks, but this was the first time he had held so much cash in his hands, so he was cautious all the way.
After finally arriving in front of the Shanghai Stock Exchange, my face was calm and my palms were soaked with sweat.
An old classmate specially asked for leave to come and help. A big client like Zhu Yaowei can have a dedicated trading room.
The two walked into the trading room and breathed a sigh of relief.
An old classmate asked: "Which one are you going to buy? The market will open at half past one."
"Yuyuan Mall." Zhu Yaowei put down the cash box, took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his hands.
It's not even April yet, and Haishi seems to have entered midsummer early.
An old classmate handed over a bottle of water, and Zhu Yaowei drank a quarter of it in one breath. He still wanted to drink, but he didn't dare because he was afraid that he would have to go to the toilet later and delay his work.
"I borrowed my mother-in-law's coffin." The old classmate took off the cloth bag that had been tied to his belt. There was 20,000 yuan in it.
In 1992, the families who could afford a deposit of 20,000 yuan were at least middle-class. They had witnessed the skyrocketing price of subscription certificates with their own eyes, and the old classmate took the risk.
Someone offered 18,000 yuan for the set of subscription certificates in his hand, and he almost couldn't hold it back.
After all, he is just a bank clerk, and this money can already cover five or six years of salary.
With such a huge sum of money in front of you, who can not be tempted?
Another point is that this subscription requires at least 20,000 yuan to afford it. The standard of living of working-class families like them is indeed pretty good, but they can’t afford a huge sum of 20,000 yuan even if they empty their wallets.
But before selling the subscription certificate, his mind suddenly woke up as if someone had poured cold water on it.
He couldn't borrow 20,000 yuan, but he could certainly borrow it.
The worst case scenario is to get a loan yourself. Bank staff also offer discounts on loans, so just go for it!
Everyone in his family said he was crazy. His wife told him about his intention to trade in stocks, and the whole family took turns trying to persuade him.
But strangely enough, the more everyone persuaded him, the more he felt that his persistence was correct.
He couldn't tell why, but if he had to say it, it was just intuition.
If they can't make money, why would those big bosses spend 18,000 yuan to buy subscription certificates that are only worth 3,000 yuan?
Now looking at the two big suitcases in front of Zhu Yaowei, the old schoolmate's heart is set.
If he is really going to lose, how can he lose more than Zhu Yaowei?
Anyway, no matter what, the two of them rushed into the trading room and had no intention of leaving.
In the domestic stock market in the 1990s, there was no such thing as t 1. It was all t 0. You could buy in one second and sell in the next second. It was just a heartbeat.
The old classmate could only buy one lot. Ten minutes after buying, the data started to drop, little by little, which almost scared his heart out of his chest.
Stable or Zhu Yaowei is stable, so he can relax after buying a book. The daily limit data has nothing to do with him. He orders two lunch boxes from the store next door and concentrates on cooking.
With more than one million large customers, the exchange directly arranged a luxurious trading room for Zhu Yaowei, with specialists responsible for serving him at any time.
With large-scale purchases by large investors, the new stock issuance continued to rise in addition to fluctuations on the first day. Investors squatted in the exchange every day, and the sounds of follow-up and withdrawal were heard endlessly.
An old classmate sighed: "Who would have thought that this exchange would be as lively as the vegetable market."
Then came the daily question: "It has tripled, when will we sell it?"
Zhu Yaowei was holding the instant noodles that the exchange specialist helped him make, and while reading the novel, he replied: "Not for sale."
After reading a novel, he found that his old classmate was still stunned in front of him. Zhu Yaowei asked doubtfully: "Aren't you going to work?"