Brilliant Years 1991

Chapter 55 The Four Young Masters of Shanghai

Cao Yukun didn't look away until he saw the taillights of the Mercedes disappear around the corner. "Let's go home!" As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Huang Jiaying.

Fortunately, the girl caught up quickly.

I waited until I entered the room. Huang Jiapeng was lying on the sofa reading a novel. When he saw someone coming back, he jumped up from the sofa. The other two people had disappeared.

Du Xuehong saw that everything was fine and was about to leave, but suddenly, Huang Jiaying, who had been a little confused, came to her senses and suddenly looked at him and asked, "You just pulled me and didn't let me hide or run, what did you mean?"

Cao Yukun felt something was wrong and turned to look at Du Xuehong.

He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said naively: "I'm afraid they have guns."

Huang Jiaying exploded, "So you want me to take the bullet?"

Du Xuehong stared with a puzzled look on her face, as if she didn't understand why Huang Jiaying asked such a question. "We are all blocking, and we don't know if the other party has a gun...You are thicker than me, and can block the bullet to a great extent. Even if it can pass through, the speed of the bullet will be..."

"You mean I'm fat?"

"Well...it's more than my meat."

After hearing this, Cao Yukun couldn't bear to listen any more - he suddenly remembered what his father said that night, saying that Du Xuehong was a man of first-class professional ability, and was actually appreciated by his superiors, but he just couldn't be promoted.

But what he said was true.

These days are not like 20 or 30 years later, when thinness was generally considered beautiful. When it comes to aesthetics, being fat or thin is not encouraged these days. Basically, health is considered beautiful. A rosy face and a healthy complexion are the first standards that people generally admire these days. But, of course, a girl, especially a young girl in her twenties, even in this era, who wants to be called fat?

However, compared to Du Xuehong's skinny body, Huang Jiaying definitely has more flesh on her body...

Of course, of course, the point is that he asked the girl to help him block the bullet...

But before Cao Yukun could speak to persuade her, Huang Jiaying was stunned for two or three seconds, as if she was really angry at Du Xuehong's words. She suddenly turned around and yelled at Huang Jiapeng, "Huang Jiapeng! People are using your sister to block bullets! Are you deaf? Can't you hear me?"

Huang Jiapeng looked embarrassed. He looked at his sister and then at Du Xuehong. He scratched his head and said, "Sister, I can't beat him!" He paused and emphasized, "I really can't beat him! He just used one hand to..."

It seems that they actually did some hand gestures when they were at home!

Huang Jiaying was so angry that she almost exploded. Cao Yukun quickly took action and pressed down with both hands in front of her, "Calm down, calm down. Uncle Du must have not reacted at the time. It's human nature..."

"Bullshit! Do you think I'm a fool? He just asked me to help you block the bullets!"

"Uh... there are no bullets..."

"If I do, I'll die!"

"No! No!"

Cao Yukun quickly explained, "Look, I'm much taller than you. If someone wants to kill me, they won't waste bullets on you. They'll just blow my head off! Bang! That's it, right?"

Huang Jiaying glared at him fiercely for several seconds before she said viciously, "Can you say anything nice? Bang! Bang!"

Cao Yukun nodded his head vigorously, "Yes! Yes! You are right! Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense! In fact, Uncle Du also knows that he is wrong!" Then he turned his head and glared at Du Xuehong, "Uncle Du, since you also know that you are wrong, apologize to Jiaying, quickly!" Du Xuehong looked silly, and after a long pause, he actually bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Huang Jiaying continued to pant heavily, her swollen chest rising and falling violently. After more than ten seconds, she suddenly turned around and ran upstairs, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I can't stand it anymore!"

Cao Yukun wanted to chase him, but stopped, "Hey! We have to subscribe for new shares tomorrow morning!"

She ran upstairs without saying a word.

But he came down again immediately, stood at the turning point between the first and second floors, and said viciously to Cao Yukun below: "Then I will leave after I subscribe to the new shares tomorrow. I won't be your scapegoat!"

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Friday, January 3th.

A little after ten o'clock in the morning, the Delica van that came from Fuping County took everyone in it except Huang Jiapeng who stayed at home to look after the house, and drove directly to the door of a branch of Shenyin Securities.

The subscription for Shanghai United Textile's certificates started on March 3 and will end this Sunday, the 9th. The underwriters are not only Shenyin Securities, but also two other companies including Haitong Securities. However, Cao Yukun decided to go to the branch of Shenyin Securities because he did not want to do business with a new company.

There were very few people, and each queue had only three or five people.

After the last new share sale of Shanghai Light Industry Machinery, not only securities firms and sales departments, but even shareholders who held subscription certificates to subscribe for new shares, actually realized all at once that there was really no need to queue up.

There are only those stocks in total. After the lottery, the number of stocks and the subscription certificate number are bound to each other. Go early or late, as long as you arrive within the specified time, the stocks will definitely be yours!
But today was a little special. Cao Yukun felt it as soon as he entered the sales department.

No matter it was the salesmen in the business department or the shareholders who were queuing with their subscription certificates, as long as they saw him, they would stare at him for a while. At first, Cao Yukun understood it very well, thinking that it was probably because the issue of 30,000 subscription certificates that day had made him famous. At this time, there should be many people queuing here who had specially gone to Ah Hong Tea Restaurant to "visit" his appearance.

But soon, he felt something was not right.

It wasn't until the director of the sales department heard the news and ran over to shake hands with him, laughing, "Hello, Mr. Kun! You are a big celebrity now. Please be sure to come to our sales department for future subscriptions!"

"Uh... definitely."

"Mr. Kun doesn't know yet? Didn't you read the newspaper?"

"Know what? There's news about me in the newspaper?"

The sales director laughed, asked Cao Yukun to wait a moment, turned around and ran away. After a while, he came out with a newspaper, which turned out to be the familiar "Oriental Morning Post". He turned directly to the economic page and showed it to Cao Yukun.

On the front page of the economic edition, there is a big piece at the bottom right. It is not just a piece of tofu, but a serious long article. It says in big black letters: New stocks are seeing a big rise after listing, and Shanghai investors are happy!

Right below the headline, there was actually a picture, and the picture was the scene of himself, Jin Zhiqiang, Su Jianshan, Sun Amin and others toasting in Box No. 1 of the Dali Palace last night!
Grass!
I remember that I didn't turn my head to look at the camera! It seems that I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the camera?
This damn beauty!

No wonder they have to take photos, no wonder four people have to raise their glasses together in an orderly manner!
Don’t even think about it, this must be the work of Jin Zhiqiang!
We need to unite and influence, he actually kept emphasizing this last night!
So this is how the so-called influence comes from!
Su Jianshan and Sun Amin probably knew in advance that the photos would be published in the newspapers, but I was the only one who didn't know. I didn't even react at the time, and I didn't even ask a question!
Depend on!
What's the fucking difference between this and having your pants stripped off?
This newspaper has a national perspective... Of course, it doesn't have to have a national perspective. Even in Shanghai, many people who subscribe to the newspaper probably just glance at it casually and turn the page without remembering anything. But for hundreds of thousands of stockholders in Shanghai at this moment, such a clear picture...

Everyone really recognizes my face!
No wonder everyone is staring at me!
Damn you Jin Zhiqiang!
"But I heard someone say that the four of you now have a title: the Four Young Masters of Shanghai..."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)