Brilliant Years 1991

Chapter 32: Thousands of powerful men are so terrifying!
"...If I had known this would happen, I would have sold everything I had to buy 200 more of them! Just imagine, if I had 300 subscription certificates in my hand now, those days would be... Tsk tsk..."

"We are not gods, so who knows it will suddenly go up? At the entrance of the Sixth Institute, I saw it with my own eyes. That woman forced her husband to sell it for 28 yuan a piece! Just imagine them, will they regret it to death? Will they be upset? Damn, in less than half a month, 450 yuan!"

"Ah... who says it's not true! But it's OK, hey, I have a hundred of them in my hand, and I don't know how many people are jealous of me!"

"Yes! Uh...are you selling it? It's a serial number plus a blank plate, fifty thousand dollars!"

"No! I won't sell it even if you kill me! The price of 50,000 yuan is just to fool children! Think about it, there are a total of 15 stocks this year! Even if it is a lottery, the probability of winning with these 100 consecutive numbers of mine is more stable. Think about it, how much did those people who speculated on the old eight stocks make last year? Can I sell it? Don't talk about this. If this thing is only worth 50,000, will anyone buy it for 50,000 yuan? Just think about it, you will know that the big profit is behind..."

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After wandering around for a while, it was almost one o'clock, so Cao Yukun found a restaurant on the side of the road and went in to have lunch. However, while he was waiting for the food, he heard people at the next table talking about subscription certificates.

From what he said, it seems that the guy still has a hundred white boards with consecutive numbers on them.

The other person should also have the goods.

And judging from his accent, he is not a native of Shanghai.

So when the food came, he chewed slowly while listening carefully to the conversation at the next table.

They must have come here specifically for this matter and have done a lot of serious homework - according to them, from the second half of last year to now, many state-owned enterprises in Shanghai have been preparing for shareholding reform, at least a dozen of them, and some have even completed internal employee equity subscriptions. It is obvious that they are just waiting for the signature and approval from the higher-ups to go public!

It is said that there are even banks that are willing to lend this kind of money. One of the benefits given to internal employees during enterprise reform is that you can subscribe to internal preferred shares. The price of these shares is cheap, so who would not buy them? But you have no money, and you don’t have any relatives or friends to lend to you. What should you do? Go to the bank, and the bank will lend you money!
Anyway, as for stocks, banks believe that they are guaranteed to make money!
Tsk...Magic City is Magic City, it feels like it’s at the forefront again!
I was eating and listening with great interest when I suddenly heard some noise. Even the two people at the next table stopped chatting. I heard someone say, "Look, Boss Xu! It is said that he has a thousand tickets!"

"Hiss! One thousand, that's a lot of money!"

"Who says it's not true? If anyone has a thousand subscription certificates now, it would be amazing!"

"Why were they so bold at that time?"

"This is not just courage, Lao Zhao. One thousand tickets cost thirty thousand yuan! He started investing in stocks last year and has a lot of money! Now he is good... I heard that Jin Zhiqiang even invited him to dinner and offered him six hundred yuan per ticket just to take the one thousand consecutive tickets he had, but he refused to sell them!"

"Hiss... Which Jin Zhiqiang? That one?"

"Yes! That one! The Jin family! Public-private partnership, red capitalists... his family! I heard that his cousin, Jin Zhijian, is a big shot in Hongkong now! A billionaire!"

"Hiss! So he also knows Jin Zhiqiang!"

"Of course, one thousand of them! It's worth seeing Jin Zhiqiang!"

Hearing what they were saying was really lively, Cao Yukun couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and turned to look over.

He is a middle-aged man in his forties with an ordinary appearance.

He is about 1.7 meters tall and a little thin. He only wears a suit in such a cold weather. He has obviously put too much mousse in his hair, so it is in clumps. But judging by the aesthetic standards of this era, he does look energetic and capable - but he is also obviously not a local, and his accent has the flavor of the capital!
At this moment, he had just entered the restaurant, and those who knew him stood up to shake hands with him, and said mostly compliments. And he really had the demeanor of a big boss, laughing from time to time, shaking the roof tiles.

Obviously, holding a thousand subscription certificates, not to mention the follow-up, just selling them now is worth at least 50 yuan, which makes him very proud! And the people around him are indeed quite envious of him!
Even the lady boss of the store came over and said, "Hello, Mr. Xu! If I want to buy stocks next time, you must give me some advice!" He also laughed and kept saying no problem, but his eyes had already scanned the restaurant. At this time, Cao Yukun looked over there for a while and lowered his head to eat again.

However, what he didn't expect was that a minute later, the brick-like mobile phone was directly pushed onto the table, and Qian Zhang Qiang actually sat down opposite him and asked politely, "Do you mind sharing the table, brother? Let's have a good meal together!"

There were actually empty tables in the restaurant.

But Cao Yukun just smiled and took the initiative to move his two dishes, "Of course, please sit down."

So the man sat down and ordered food. While waiting for the food, he looked at Cao Yukun with a smile and asked, "Where are you from, brother?"

Cao Yukun had to look up again, "Listen to my accent, where am I from?"

The man spoke confidently, "You sound a bit like Beijing, but not too much. I guess you don't have a strong accent, so I guess you must be from Jilu - Northeastern China, Inner Mongolia, Shanxi and Shaanxi, so you must have a strong accent! What do you think? Am I right?"

Cao Yukun looked at him in surprise.

You know what, judging from his previous life, he actually guessed right.

In fact, whenever he left Fuping County, especially when he entered Shanghai, Cao Yukun always thought he was speaking pure Mandarin. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Great!"

The man smiled complacently, but suddenly asked, "Brother, you have been wandering around here all morning. I see you look calm and relaxed. Do you have something to sell? Are you waiting for the market to open?"

Oops...

Now Cao Yukun had to change his attitude and be respectful.

Simply putting down his chopsticks, he smiled and asked back: "Are you observing me?"

In his opinion, this was incredible - not to mention that Boss Xu himself was a senior stock investor and now held a thousand subscription certificates. He was no longer a small figure. Even if he was an ordinary person, in Shanghai, there were countless outsiders coming and going every day. Who would observe a stranger for no reason?

However, he smiled, raised his hand and touched his hair complacently, "I'm not observing you, brother, look at yourself, with your appearance, wherever you go, whoever meets you will not take a few more glances, right?"

Then he added, "Compared to when I was young, it's not much different!"

Cao Yukun laughed when he heard this - although when looking in the mirror, Cao Yukun also felt that the appearance of Red Hare, the best horse, was really amazing and could be said to be loved and fascinated by everyone, but since he came here through time, facts have proven that there are not many people who would be moved by this face!
"You guessed it right. I do have something to sell, and I am indeed still waiting for the market."

The man laughed when he heard that, and then took the initiative to extend his hand, "Let's make friends. I'm Xu Delu, from the capital, and I've been in the Magic City for more than five years! We'll meet in the stock market next time, and let each other know!"

Cao Yukun stretched out his hand and shook it with him, "Cao Yukun."

(End of this chapter)