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Chapter 1870 Abao is about to become "Boss Bao"

At noon the next day, the uncle didn't even eat the eight-treasure rice pudding that his two wives had carefully prepared for him. He kept standing at the window looking out, rolling up his sleeves from time to time to check the time.

"Ouch, your stomach can't stand not eating~"

"Eat it while it's hot, understand?"

The two ladies spoke one by one, as if to say, "I won't leave unless you eat."

"Auntie, put it here first!"

Wu Mingfan understood that his uncle was worried about Abao. Although he was always very strict in words, this old man was just a show of love.

As expected of the protagonist of the drama, I definitely don’t have this kind of treatment, so I have to rely on my looks at all times. When the old man saw Po, he felt like he saw his younger self.

If it were a world of martial arts, I would at best be a registered disciple who had learned martial arts skills, while Abao was a direct disciple.

"Okay, I'll persuade him to eat his meal later!"

After saying this, the eldest lady left the private room and prepared to go shopping with her younger sister. These two were once born into wealthy families but had lived a hard life for 20 years. Now that their husbands had come out, they felt reassured.

Gradually, I began to return to my original nature. My spare time life became particularly rich. In less than half a month, I met several friends at the Peace Hotel. They all came from wealthy families in the old society and we had a lot in common when we chatted.

A few old sisters always get together to have afternoon tea and play cards. I don’t know how carefree their life is.

"Uncle, the time's up!" Wu Mingfan looked at the watch hands on his wrist and gently reminded the old man standing by the window.

I don’t know if it was because of the butterfly effect, but Dabao didn’t arrive on time before 12 o’clock like in the drama.

"Oh~" The uncle sighed, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the time, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Finally, with that hoarse voice, there was no doubt about it.

"Your watch is inaccurate!"

"I...ok, okay, you have the final say!" Wu Mingfan smiled and shook his head.

This old man is obviously unreasonable. The right to interpret time is in my uncle's hands. Whatever time he says it is, it is the time.

"Uncle, it seems you have made up your mind!"

"What to decide?"

"You're asking even though you already know the answer. Of course, I've decided to accept this apprentice~"

"Ha-che-da-ba!"

After the uncle cursed with a smile, he picked up the steaming eight-treasure rice on the table and put it into his mouth bit by bit with a spoon.

Don't talk while eating, don't talk while sleeping. In the old society, all wealthy families paid attention to this. Once he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, he never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary.

Wu Mingfan was a little bored, so he simply picked up the newspaper on the coffee table.

"Bang!" The sudden sound of the door opening startled both of them.

A Bao entered Room 72 of the Peace Hotel, panting.

"Huh~" He held onto the door frame without even catching his breath, and didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"I…I'm not late, am I?"

At this time, Abao was holding a stack of coins and dime-sized money tightly in his hand.

The uncle looked up at Abao. He was very clear about some of the situations. For example, the old friend had not had a good life in recent years, and it might not be easy to raise the money.

Although some things have been planned long ago, we still remember to give them a heads up.

"Bang~" He threw the eight-treasure rice pudding onto the table.

He methodically took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then stood up with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

"Today's sun cannot dry tomorrow's clothes!"

“Time is the most important thing in business!”

"Time determines everything~"

"If you can't even abide by this, then you'd better go back to being a worker. You are not fit to do business!"

"Now take your money and go back~" Abao's face instantly turned bitter. When he came here, he couldn't get on the tram, so he had no choice but to jog all the way until his lungs almost exploded. He had no time to pay attention to the time.

At this moment, he subconsciously looked up and saw the clock hanging on the wall, realizing that he was already more than ten minutes late!
"Uncle, I was wrong!" A Bao didn't care about his chest that was about to explode.

Thinking back to the disdainful look in my ex-girlfriend's eyes when I broke up, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and stared at his uncle.

"As long as you teach me how to do business and promise not to make similar mistakes again, I only ask you to give me a chance today~"

The uncle didn't even look at this side, turned around and said lightly: "Opportunities are not available to everyone, if you don't seize it, it will be gone in a flash!"

"Yawn~" Wu Mingfan dozed off. He had almost finished watching the show and had no time to continue watching the old man teaching his apprentice. He might as well go back and take a nap.

I have to catch a flight tonight!

That’s right, I have to go back to Hong Kong today. Since it’s already September, some things still need to be prepared in advance.

After greeting the old man, Wu Mingfan smiled at Abao again, then stood up and walked back to the room.

After a good night's sleep, I got up, dressed neatly, packed my luggage, and went to the British suite to say goodbye to the old man. Seeing that he seemed several years younger than at noon, I immediately realized that he must have accepted Abao, and my enthusiasm was rekindled.

However, it is worth mentioning that Po was not seen in the room!

"Uncle, I'm going back to Hong Kong~"

The uncle sitting on the chair by the window was reading a newspaper with his head down. He didn't even raise his head and just nodded casually.

"Remember what you said before, it's never a bad idea to take a step back in everything!"

"I understand, uncle~" He said and turned around to leave.

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

"Take this!" The uncle took out an envelope from his pocket and mailed it.

"what?"

Wu Mingfan took it with some curiosity, and after opening it he found 500 US dollars inside.

"this…"

"Doing business requires costs. The suite next door is A-Bao's cost. If he wants to become Mr. Bao, he must have pressure. This is the rent until the end of the month!"

The uncle explained.

"Okay, then I'll take it!" Wu Mingfan smiled and handed the envelope to the bodyguard next to him, planning to find an opportunity to return the money to Abao later.

We left the Peace Hotel in a Crown Limousine and drove slowly towards the airport. In this age when airline tickets require proof to buy, the Hong Kong businessman's coat is still very useful.

In a sense, those "scalpers" can also be called the earliest stock brokers. This group of scalpers is spread all over the vicinity of Xikang Road.

Wu Mingfan's car passed Xikang Road on the way to the airport. Through the car window, he saw Abao chatting with a middle-aged man.

"Ah~"

The fledgling Abao probably doesn't know that buying this stock is bound to result in losses, because his uncle wants him to remember the feeling of losing money. The old man has his own unique way of education.

That's empathy!
Only when you actually participate in it and even lose all your money can you truly experience the feeling of helplessness.

It only takes 8.8 seconds to jump from the top of the Empire State Building!
That's what stocks are.

One second to live, one second to die!

"Abao!"

"I will see you again, Mr. Bao~"

The car just drove away from Xikang Road, and Wu Mingfan muttered to himself before looking away.

To be continued.

(End of this chapter)