"Brother Jianguang, I won't tell you in advance, but you may be in some trouble..."
"Last time, you helped Zeng Yi predict the stock market, saving him tens of millions of dollars in losses. It was also a good thing that our Hongbiao VCD had a factory... But now I find that Zeng Yi's purpose seems not to be very simple."
After saying that, Lin Hongbiao looked at Yang Jianguang guiltily.
In fact, this was also his fault. After being kicked out by Chen Xiu, he did not have enough funds to build the factory, so he accepted Zeng Yi's joining.
At first he thought Zeng Yi was optimistic about their VCD, but in fact Zeng Yi had only one purpose, and that was to let Yang Jianguang continue to predict the stock trend with him.
Listening to Lin Hongbiao's worried words, Yang Jianguang's heart moved and he turned his head and glanced at Zeng Yi's office.
The purpose is not simple?
Nine times out of ten, it was for the sake of the stock market that Zeng Yi would show kindness to him again and again, or even help him with money.
As for continuing to tell Zeng Yi about the direction of the stock market, Yang Jianguang didn't even think about it.
I also know very little about the Hong Kong stock market. Even if I remember a few big rises, that happened later.
Even if he told the truth, Zeng Yi would probably believe it.
Is there a way to make steady profits without losing money in the stock market?
In fact, it does. According to Yang Jianguang's memory, if you hold shares in some future hot stocks now, no matter whether they rise or fall later, you will definitely make a profit if you sell them ten or twenty years later.
The key is to leave the stock for more than ten years. Zeng Yi, who is eager for quick success and quick profit, may not believe it.
Thinking of this, Yang Jianguang also waved his hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, Brother Lin, I know how to handle this matter. The last time the stock market crashed was just my lucky guess. In fact, I don't know what will happen to the stock market next time."
"Boss Zeng, I will explain it clearly to him."
Yang Jianguang spoke very confidently, but Lin Hongbiao sighed slightly in his heart.
Yang Jianguang was still too young to know how terrifying Zeng Yi was, an old fox.
You've been targeted by him this time, and if you want to slip away, there's almost no way you can do it!
Seeing Lin Hongbiao's expression of disbelief, Yang Jianguang did not continue, but directly changed the topic.
"Brother Lin, you don't have to worry about the 2 million I subscribed here. Isn't there still half a month left?"
"In half a month, you got two million?" Lin Hongbiao was a little surprised.
"As far as I know, the walkie-talkie market is not easy to do now, and your orders have been reduced by more than half."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang smiled, with a bit of mystery on his face.
"Brother Lin, don't forget, I still have real estate in Pengcheng."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Hongbiao was immediately disappointed.
"Brother Jianguang, you don't know that house prices in Pengcheng have fallen again. I heard from my friends that they will continue to fall soon. If you want to earn two million from your house, you'd better give up as soon as possible.
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Lin Hongbiao said it very directly. As an industrialist, of course he does not believe that one can make money by relying on house stocks.
And there are many industrial bosses like Lin Hongbiao who are not interested in real estate.
But in fact, the future of real estate will kill a large number of ambitious industrial CEOs.
Thinking of this, Yang Jianguang also smiled and said, "Brother Lin, don't worry, house prices will definitely rise during this period."
Seeing Yang Jianguang's persistence, Lin Hongbiao had no choice but to give up trying to persuade him.
However, he had already made up his mind. In a few days, if the house price fell again, he would do anything to persuade Yang Jianguang to sell the house in his hand.
While talking, the two of them also came to Zeng Yi's office.
Seeing the two of them entering the door, Zeng Yi also put down the printed stock chart in his hand and came forward with a smile.
Yang Jianguang glanced at the trend chart and saw that it was densely packed with comments made by Zeng Yi.
He was shocked. This boss Zeng was probably crazy about the stock market.
This situation is like a gambler at the poker table. When he makes money, he wants to make more. When he loses, he wants to make back money. He can't stop until he loses everything.
The more this happened, Yang Jianguang also made up his mind not to tell Zeng Yi about future stock market trends.
Thinking of this, Yang Jianguang also smiled brightly and took the initiative to say, "Boss Zeng, thank you very much for the factory."
"Hey, Brother Jianguang, why are you being polite to me?" Zeng Yi waved his hand nonchalantly.
"How much is a factory worth? If it weren't for Brother Jianguang, I would be in debt to more than 10 million yuan now."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Haha, in fact, I just read an article saying that it would fall. In order to show off, I deliberately said it and made a bet with Boss Zeng. I didn't expect that it would actually fall in the end."
As soon as these words came out, Zeng Yi's face, which had been smiling just now, suddenly changed again and again.
After a while, Zeng Yicai looked up at Yang Jianguang with a stiff smile.
"Brother Jianguang, stop joking. What you said is so accurate. How could you be listening to others?"
"Hey~ I know you don't believe it, Boss Zeng, I even brought the newspaper." Yang Jianguang said with a smile while rummaging through the bag he carried with him.
Seeing this scene, Zeng Yi's face suddenly fell.
He couldn't believe that Yang Jianguang, the stock god he longed for, and his turnaround capital were actually fake?
Soon, Yang Jianguang also took out a crumpled newspaper from his bag and handed it to Zeng Yi.
Zeng Yi frowned, took the newspaper and took a look. Sure enough, there was an article in the upper corner titled "Although the Hong Kong stock market is doing well, it is expected to usher in the first wave of sharp decline this year."
The signature of the article is clearly written, "Finance First Line".
But Zeng Yi collapsed instantly.
There are dozens or hundreds of newspaper articles predicting this kind of trend every day. If anyone believes them, it is guaranteed that he will lose his pants within three days.
At that time, co-author Yang Jianguang relied on such an article to talk nonsense, and then accidentally encountered the Hong Kong stock market crash?
Zeng Yi couldn't believe it and couldn't accept this result.
But the newspaper in front of me seemed to have explained everything silently.
"Boss Lin, Brother Jianguang, I'm a little uncomfortable. I need to go first." Finally, Zeng Yi said with an ugly face.
After Zeng Yi hurriedly left, Yang Jianguang and Lin Hongbiao also returned to the factory.
Just looking at the crumpled newspaper that Yang Jianguang took back, Lin Hongbiao frowned.
He inadvertently looked at Yang Jianguang's bag. It was always neat and tidy inside, and both newspapers and documents were folded very well. How could there be such a crumpled newspaper?
What's more, how could Yang Jianguang keep a newspaper from almost a month ago?
And based on what he knew about Yang Jianguang, it was impossible for Yang Jianguang to make a bet with others just to show off...
That is to say... Lin Hongbiao's eyes flashed and he stared at Yang Jianguang in front of him.
This trend is very likely to be predicted by Yang Jianguang.
Now I just deliberately cover it up to show Zeng Yi!
But Yang Jianguang smiled calmly and looked at Lin Hongbiao's surprised look.
As long as I refuse to admit it and only succeed in one or two predictions, who can do anything to me?
In the end, Lin Hongbiao also shook his head and gave up the idea.
Whether it was Yang Jianguang's prediction or Yang Jianguang's casual nonsense while reading the newspaper, what does it have to do with him?
stock?
Isn’t it just a game of beating drums and passing flowers?
There is no way he would have any interest in something that has no actual value!
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At the same time, Mr. Zhong, who hurried back to Pengda, also spread the news that Beicun, the author of "Zhu Xian", was coming to Pengda to give a lecture.