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Chapter 850: Shooting

It turned out to be a march by minority groups to fight for their rights. Unlike the usual black people, most of the people in the march were Asian. Fang Minghua even saw someone he knew - Stanford University history professor Yu Rongyifang!
It turned out to be a march to gain official recognition of the historical contributions of Chinese workers.

Fang Minghua admired Yu Yifang and her group's perseverance very much. If she didn't have three children now, she would have wanted to join them.

Fang Minghua has been in the United States for a long time and is accustomed to various parades, but the children are curious about them. They have only seen them on TV and have never experienced them in real life.

"Recognize the contributions of Chinese workers. Dad, is this the history described in your novel "Railway Spikes"? " asked his son Fang Le.

"Yes, that's it."

"I read about this period of history online. It is indeed tragic, but it was only disclosed in our country. There is very little about it in the United States."

"That's them covering it up." Fang Minghua said lightly.

He found that after his son entered junior high school, he suddenly became interested in economic history and liked to read books on this subject, instead of reading "100,000 Whys" like he did when he was young, which were all about natural sciences.

Fang Minghua never interfered.

"Let's go." Seeing the parade passing by, Fang Minghua urged everyone, as there were many places to visit today.

At this moment, suddenly there was a "bang bang" sound, and the people around were frightened and fell down to avoid it.

Was that a gunshot?!

Fang Minghua immediately understood and shouted at the children, "Get down, get down quickly!"

The younger daughter Xinxin was smart. When she saw her father lying on the ground, she immediately lay down beside him.

But how could two children who grew up in China have ever experienced such a situation?
Everyone stood there looking around curiously, trying to figure out what was going on.

Fang Minghua got up anxiously and pulled Ruirui's arm violently. The two children then understood and squatted down as well.

The marching team in front also fell into chaos, and soon the sharp sound of police cars was heard from a distance. A large number of police officers rushed to control the scene.

Seeing the people around him getting up, Fang Minghua signaled everyone to get up quickly.

"Dad, what happened?" Fang Rui asked stupidly.
"Don't ask, just go!"

Fang Minghua held Xinxin in one hand and Fang Rui in the other, and her son followed closely behind as they hurried away.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel!"

Everyone took a taxi back to the hotel where they were staying, and Fang Minghua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turn on the TV and you will see that ABC TV in the United States has already reported on the shooting.

"This was a shooting incident targeting a Chinese parade team, which resulted in one death and eight injuries. The murderer is on the run and the New York police are doing their best to hunt him down."

"According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the murderer was a young white man."

"It's so scary!" Fang Rui exclaimed.

"Don't make a fuss. This is how America is. Sister, you have to be careful in San Francisco." Fang Le said leisurely.

"Don't scare me!" Fang Rui protested.

"Le Le is right. We must pay attention, but don't worry. Just follow your aunt's instructions and everything will be fine." Fang Minghua comforted.

When we encountered this incident while shopping in New York, we lost interest in shopping and returned to San Francisco early.

I don't know how Yu Yifang who participated in the parade is doing now? Is she injured?
After returning to San Francisco, Fang Minghua called, but no one answered at first. He then called Lei Dawen, who was familiar with Yu Rongyifang, and learned that although Yu Yifang was not shot, she was accidentally pushed down in the chaos of the parade and suffered a head injury. She was currently receiving treatment in a hospital in New York.

Fang Minghua was surprised and asked quickly. "Is the injury serious?" "It's quite serious. Professor Yu is quite old. Her family has already rushed to New York."

How could this be?
Fang Minghua sighed deeply.

Shootings are commonplace for ordinary Americans, and there is no follow-up after the news reports.

Fang Minghua wanted to know the final outcome of the matter, but he was about to leave the United States and had more important things to do.

"Phillips, do you have time now? Come to my house." Fang Minghua summoned his personal financial advisor.

"OK, I'll be right there."

Forty minutes later, Fang Minghua saw Phillips who drove to his manor.

Fang Minghua asked the servant to pour him coffee and went straight to the point.

"I'm about to leave the United States, and before I go I want to say a few words about investment."

Phillips immediately became excited when he heard this: "Are you going to make a big move into the stock market again? I think now is a good opportunity to buy at the bottom!"

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Fang Minghua shook his head: "It's still a little early. The Nasdaq hasn't fallen through yet."

"Hasn't it fallen through yet?!" Phillips screamed, "Oh my God, yesterday the index was 1520, which is already 64.7% lower than the highest point. Hasn't it fallen enough? Judging from various parameters of the stock index, it is already in a serious oversold state."

"Felix." Fang Minghua interrupted him without any hesitation: "Do you trade stocks based on various so-called parameters and indicators?!"

"Parameter indicators are only for reference and cannot play a decisive role." Phillips was frank.

"Although the stock index has not yet reached the bottom, it is not far from the bottom. I think it will be almost the same next year. Your task now is to select high-quality stocks - mainly technology stocks. I don't pursue short-term benefits, I want to do long-term!"

OK, I understand. "

"Let me tell you a few. Amazon will definitely increase its stake. I plan to increase my stake to at least 20%."

"Wait a minute, let me write it down." Phillips took out a notebook from his briefcase and started writing it down quickly.

"There are also Apple, Google, Microsoft, and Nvidia. By the way, is there a Chinese company stock called NetEase on Nasdaq?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, it is a Chinese portal website company, but its stock price is performing poorly now, having fallen below one US dollar, and is facing the risk of delisting soon."

"Then let's help him now. After all, it's our Chinese company." Fang Minghua looked relaxed: "As for how much to buy, it's up to you."

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"OK, I'll do it when I get back."

The two discussed for a while, and Phillips was about to leave, but Fang Minghua stopped him: "Wait, there is one more thing."

Phillips looked at him.

Fang Minghua took a sip of coffee and said, "Change the owner of the Miami manor and ranch to my wife Song Tangtang. Please provide me with the legal documents and I will prepare them for you. Gifts between husband and wife do not require tax, right?"

"According to US law, it is tax-free."

Tomorrow is the day he will leave San Francisco and return to China. In the evening, Li Li was packing his luggage when Fang Minghua's cell phone suddenly rang. He saw that it was Lei Dawen calling, so he answered it.

"Minghua, I have some unfortunate news for you. Professor Yu Yifang has unfortunately passed away."

died?!

(End of this chapter)