Chapter 128 The Chen that interested Mr. Song “Did you DIY this?” Cong Ni pointed at the dried flower specimen and said. Song Shiwei raised his head, took a look, and nodded his chin. Cong Ni found it a little strange. Why would she DIY osmanthus? She is usually used to DIY irises or marigolds. Because the flowers are brightly colored and lush, they can be made into specimens and used as beautiful decorations. Cong Ni picked up the plastic box and took a look. It was indeed just the osmanthus flowers that could be found everywhere, and they were even a little wrinkled. After a series of restoration processes such as dehydration and stickiness, Cong Ni felt that these DIY materials were wasted. "Weiwei, does this flower mean a lot to you?" Cong Ni guessed that this was the reason. Song Shiwei did not respond to this question, but just said: "I was at home during the National Day holiday and had some free time, so I made one to kill time."

"Oh~" Cong Ni nodded and put it back in its place more carefully than when she picked it up. Song Shiwei read the news online for a while. If it were any other time, she might have just skimmed through it. However, after listening to Chen Zhe's words tonight, Song Shiwei felt that some news was deliberately confusing and interfering with investors' correct judgment. After thinking for a while, Song Shiwei called his father Song Zuoming. No one answered the call at first. After more than half an hour, Song Zuoming finally called back. "Just in a meeting." Song Zuomin's voice was a little hoarse and tired, but when he saw Song Shiwei calling, his mood became more cheerful: "What's wrong, girl?" They were still in a meeting at 9 o'clock in the evening, which means CITIC must have had a lot of things going on recently. "I just talked about stocks with Chen Zhuo..." Song Shiwei told his father Song Zuoming about Chen Zhuo's analysis and views on the market. After listening to this, Song Zuoming paused for a moment, probably because he had walked to a place where it was convenient to talk. Then, Old Song asked with a smile, "Chen Zhe is your classmate in high school, right? His mother opened an account for him during the summer vacation. This kid looks honest, but I didn't expect him to be so bold that he spent more than 100,000 yuan to buy a stock." Song Zuoming still remembers Chen Zhuo and once asked his daughter to tell him that one should not put all his eggs in one basket when investing in stocks. "It's him." Song Shiwei replied. "The young man has a strong sense of justice, and his parents seem to be decent people. He seems to be from Zhongda Lingyuan..." For a father, work is important, but his daughter is more important. Song Zuoming could feel that his usually aloof daughter did not seem to resist this boy, so he subconsciously began to show concern for her.

Perhaps because he felt that his father's questions were irrelevant to his own doubts, Song Shiwei fell silent and let the evening breeze blow into the receiver. Old Song smiled awkwardly. He knew his daughter's temper. If she didn't want to answer something, this would be her reaction. "cough!" Song Zuomin coughed and said seriously, "Chen Zhuo's opinion is consistent with the opinions of some people in the company, but state-owned enterprises and private enterprises are different. The boss of a private enterprise can decide the direction of a company, and the managers of a central enterprise do not actually have much decision-making power." In addition to hoarseness and fatigue, there was also a hidden helplessness in Song Zuoming's tone. Song Shiwei understood a little bit, and this "some people" might also include his father. It turns out that my father also feels that the stock market outlook for next year is not very optimistic. "I just watched some news." Song Shiwei said, not quite understanding, "Some financial analysts and experts in your company have predicted that the market will break through 10,000 points." Song Zuomin was silent for two seconds, then asked, "What does Chen Zhuo think?" Song Shiwei recalled: "He said it was all just smokescreen, don't listen to these things, trust your own judgment." "Does he feel that way?" Song Zuoming felt a little surprised. Chen Zhe is only a freshman this year, but his vision in the financial market is so sharp? Not only can we predict the direction of the stock market next year, but we can also know that those remarks are just smoke screens. However, due to disciplinary issues, Song Zuomin was unable to explain it directly to his daughter. He thought for a moment and said: "Weiwei, I didn't ask you to learn stock trading with the intention of making money. I just wanted you to experience the volatility and uncertainty of the capital market." “If you think the stock market will rise next year, then hold on to your position firmly; if you think what Chen said makes sense, then sell it along with him.” “Sometimes, the experience in the stock market is far more valuable than the returns.” …… Although Song Zuoming didn't say anything, Song Shiwei scored over 670 in the college entrance examination, so how could he not understand the meaning of these words? It was obvious that my father agreed with what I said tonight. "Dad has a meeting later." Song Zuomin said, "When I return to Guangzhou in the future, I can treat Chen Zhuo to a meal if I have the chance. There have always been some stock trading geniuses and retail investor legends in the stock market, and I never thought that they would appear around us." Song Zuoming is a real veteran, and his words have three meanings. The first purpose was to test his daughter and see if she objected to him meeting Chen Zhuo; the second purpose was to hear Chen Zhuo's opinion on the direction of Big A; The third level is to get to know Chen Zhe in depth after meeting him, to see his family, character, and future development plans. Song Shi frowned slightly. She felt that this request was a bit strange, but she didn't seem to be that disgusted, so she walked around and said, "Finally, Chen Zhuo also gave a suggestion." "What advice?" Song Zuoming didn't take it seriously at first. As a college student who had just reached adulthood, he might be more sensitive to changes in the stock market. Although it was rare, it did happen. What touched him was that although his daughter did not agree, she did not object either. Based on my understanding of my daughter, if she doesn't object, it is very likely that she agrees.

Just as Song Zuomin was sighing inwardly, he heard Song Shiwei say on the phone: "Chen Zhuo suggests that you write a potential analysis report on the stock market, but don't make any specific suggestions. Upload it to the person in charge through OA. Even if there are bad results next year, you won't be too passive with this report." Song Zuoming had worked in a state-owned enterprise for so long that he knew what Chen meant as soon as he heard it. He knew how to avoid risks in advance. There was even a professional term for this called "(fake) due diligence and (real) exemption from liability." Why can a college student know so much? "What does Chen Zhuo do in school besides studying?" It was the first time that Song Zuoming was truly interested in Chen Zhuo. Song Shiwei rarely talked about other people's affairs behind their backs, but this time she told her father: "He became the class monitor, joined the student union, and now seems to be starting a business." "Start a business?" This is another behavior that is rare among college students. At this time, the secretary probably came over to remind him, "Director Song, everyone in the meeting room will be here soon..." Song Zuomin was about to end the call, but before he ended it, he suddenly remembered something and reminded her, "Does your mother not know about Chen Zhe?" "do not know." Song Shiwei shook his head. "That's good." Only then did Song Zuoming feel relieved. If his wife knew that their daughter trusted a boy so much, he didn't know what kind of extreme reaction she would have. However, in the corridor of the girls' dormitory, Song Shiwei slowly put down his slightly hot cell phone and sighed softly. I just don’t know now. If the relationship continues like this, my mother might come looking for me soon. …… While Song Shiwei was discussing stocks and Chen Zhuo with his father, Chen Zhuo had something else to do. He informed the seniors in the School of Computer Science that he had opened hourly hotel rooms to facilitate everyone's work. Originally, He Yu and Ye Xiaofeng were chatting in the QQ group of "Chong'erfei Club". Everyone felt that Chen Zhe, who solved the problems with his gestures during the meeting today, already had the demeanor of a boss. Meng Fang even joked, "When it was almost my turn to speak, I was actually very nervous. If I didn't speak well, would my junior be unhappy?" "You should call Mr. Chen." He Yu reminded him immediately. At this moment, He Yu also received a call from Chen Zhuo. After listening to the call, he conveyed the news of the "hourly room" to other people. Meng Fang: Mr. Chen originally said that the venue problem could be solved in three days, but I didn’t expect it to be solved in just a few hours. Guo Yuan: It’s really good to have money. Ye Xiaofeng: If I had known that we had to rent a room by the hour, I would have suggested renting a house, which would have saved us a little.

He Yu: I said that too, but Mr. Chen said that there is no need to save this little money, as long as we can achieve results. In fact, how could Chen Zhuo never thought about renting a house. However, the minimum rent for a house is one year, and you have to pay two months' deposit and one month's rent in full. In addition, there are internet cable, water and electricity bills, and you may even have to cook together occasionally. The boss must pay for this. All in all, the cost is higher than the hourly room rate of 4 yuan per hour. Besides, it's cool to say it like this - In order to find a quiet and comfortable working place for us, Chen Zhuo directly booked a long-term standard room in the hotel, which is simply a manifestation of his strength. In fact, once the project officially enters a stable period, Chen Zhe might really consider renting a house, or he might directly take advantage of the school. After finishing his specific work, Chen still remembered what happened with Huang Baihan, so he found him on QQ. Chen Zhuo: Do ​​you have anything to do tomorrow? I plan to go and play with you. Huang Baihan: Sure, I’ll take you around our school. Chen Zhuo: Hehe, I know it better than you. Huang Baihan: Stop bragging, have you been here before? Chen Zhuo: I was here in my dream. Did I go there at noon or at night? Huang Baihan: At noon, our Science and Technology Department will have a meeting in the evening. Chen Zhuo: I have something to do at noon. I will come to see you in the evening. In fact, there was nothing to do at noon, but in order to see the current Xu Yue, Chen Zhuo had to go there in the evening. …… (Please give me a monthly ticket. Thank you everyone.) (End of this chapter)