Chapter 227 Millionaire Chen Zhuo On the afternoon of December 12, the Chinese stock market fell slightly, barely perceptible. In fact, it is not quite accurate to say "it fell". The Shanghai Composite Index fell by about . In the true sense, such a small range can only be called normal fluctuation of the stock market. Therefore, almost no domestic stock investors took it seriously, but it attracted Chen Zhuo's attention. He knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg, or the tiny crack before the ant hole collapsed. If a classic quote is used to describe it—— At first, people thought it was just a normal technical adjustment... Chen Zhuo immediately contacted Song Shiwei to remind her of the changes in the financial market. "I see it's dropped a bit, should I sell it all?" Song Shiwei asked softly. If it weren't for the improvement in his relationship with Sister Sweet, Chen Zhe would generally not give clear opinions, after all, it is a bit troublesome to explain.

But now that the two of them were in this unclear and ambiguous relationship, Chen Zhe definitely didn't want Song Shiwei to suffer any loss. "Sell it." Chen said calmly but confidently: "I feel that this is a matter of ripples. You read economic news all day long, and you should know that the subprime mortgage crisis has already swept in. Our country's financial system is not yet perfect, and the possibility of being able to withstand it is very small." However, Chen was only stating his own opinion. He has always been more open-minded on issues that do not involve life and death. "You can also ask Uncle Song and Professor Lu for their opinions first." Chen said: "If they think they can hold on for a while longer, I don't think it's a big problem." The capital for Chen Zhuo and Song Shiwei's stock trading was given by their parents, but Chen Zhuo only had 4 yuan, and the rest was borrowed from various sources. Song Shiwei has more than 40 yuan, and he doesn't expect her to make money. He just wants his daughter to experience the complexity and volatility of the financial market. It can be said that Lu Man’s way of loving is just not right, but she arranged almost all the best conditions she could provide for Sister Sweet. It would be strange if Professor Lu would be willing to let a nobody like Chen take away his virginity! Chen Zhuo contacted Song Shiwei, and then reported to his parents, saying that he would sell all his stocks when the stock market opened tomorrow. Lao Chen and Mao Xiaoqin can both log into their securities accounts. They have witnessed with their own eyes that the amount of 30 yuan has skyrocketed to 125 million yuan in just two or three months. According to the current trend, it seems that it will rise further. So when Mao Xiaoqin heard that Chen Zhuo was planning to sell out his stocks, she was quite surprised: "Your father said that the CSSC stock has risen a bit today." “But the market fell.” Chen Zhuo said: "The financial crisis has come. When the nest is overturned, no one can escape unscathed. I think it is better to clear the position early. Besides, I still need money to advertise on TV." "OK then……" Empress Dowager Mao could only hang up the phone uncertainly and talk about this matter with her husband. Chen Peisong was much calmer. While watching TV, he said nonchalantly: "Just clear out the warehouse. I made more than 100 million in half a year. I think I should be content." "I didn't say I was dissatisfied." Mao Xiaoqin subconsciously took the remote control and switched the sports program on TV to the ethical drama "Chinese Divorce" and started watching it with relish.

Old Chen pouted and went to the bedroom. He had to deal with trivial matters on the street all day long. Now he had a headache seeing all these trivial matters. He felt like he would have to face work when he got home. "Watch TV with me." Mao Xiaoqin pulled her husband to sit down. "what?" Chen Peisong deliberately asked, "What do you want to imply by dragging me to watch this kind of divorce TV series?" Mao Xiaoqin didn't say anything, just glanced at her husband. Chen Peisong laughed dryly twice, it seemed that the joke was not funny at all. The couple watched a family ethics drama for a while, and Mao Xiaoqin also took the time to talk about business: "Old Chen, your son sold it too hastily. I heard from my colleagues that now is the most prosperous time in the stock market." "Didn't Chen Zhuo say there was a financial crisis?" Chen Peisong half-lying on the sofa, said comfortably: "I have also read similar news recently, but grassroots cadres like us really don't know much about the economic situation. My son is studying in Lingyuan, he must know more than us, so don't worry about it." "I don't worry about it." Mao Xiaoqin sighed and said, "I'm just worried that if I sell it too early, I'll lose money." “That’s also a matter of his own vision.” Lao Chen said with a smile: "It's normal to lose money. As the old saying goes, you should earn as much as you can. If you earn more than you can afford, you have to pay it back." "How can you be a father like this?" Mao Xiaoqin was very dissatisfied: "She only knows how to make sarcastic remarks, but doesn't know how to collect useful information and opinions for her son." Chen Peisong was a little speechless, thinking, does our son still need our help to collect information? If he doesn't speak, it means he doesn't need help, so we should just wait and see. But Mao Xiaoqin is still a woman after all, and she can't be as open-minded as Chen Peisong. She watched the TV series absent-mindedly for a while, and suddenly picked up her mobile phone, found a number and dialed it. "Hey, Sister Guan, have you eaten yet? I have something I want to ask you..." Mao Xiaoqin called her colleague Guan Xiushu. Guan Xiushu is known as the "stock god of the emergency department of the First People's Hospital of the city" and is said to have made more than 30 yuan in the stock market. When Chen Zhuo wanted to invest in stocks, Mao Xiaoqin planned to ask Guan Xiushu to guide her son, but Chen Zhuo refused on the grounds that he "didn't have time". "Xiaoqin, I really didn't mean your Chen..." When Guan Xiushu heard that Chen Zhuo was planning to sell all his stocks, she started to yell. "We have watched this child grow up. He is smart and has good grades. There is nothing to say about that." "I have made some noise by starting a business in college. This is due to the good education you and Lao Chen gave me." “But is it something he can play with clearly?” Perhaps Chen Zhuo refused to accept guidance, which made Aunt Guan feel a little upset. She criticized him directly: "The stock is rising so well now, but he wants to sell it just because of a small fluctuation?"

"Chen said there was a financial crisis..." Mao Xiaoqin spoke for her son. “I don’t understand what a financial crisis or a banking crisis is.” Guan Xiushu said confidently: "I rely on my eyes, a pair of sharp eyes that I have been in the stock market for five or six years, to determine that this is a normal rise and fall." "really?" Mao Xiaoqin didn't understand stocks, but hearing Guan Xiushu's confidence, her already uncertain mind began to waver again. "It must be true. Tell Chen Zhuo to calm down and learn from your old Chen. He is a man who can remain calm even under great pressure." Guan Xiushu tried to persuade him earnestly for a long time. After hanging up the phone, Mao Xiaoqin consulted two other friends who love stock trading. They all agreed that this was a normal fluctuation, and one even believed that it would be just a matter of time before the market index broke 1 points. But when Mao Xiaoqin mentioned the "financial crisis", none of them had ever heard of it. "What do you think?" Mao Xiaoqin thought for a while and suddenly asked her husband Chen Peisong if he was using the speakerphone just now. "Not good!" Chen Peisong looked at the TV sideways and said lazily, "These people don't pay attention to the world economic situation when they trade stocks, which is enough to show that the money they made before was all blind. The more people like this there are, the more I believe in my son's judgment." "When it comes to an industry, even people like Lao Guan can make money." Chen Peisong said with a smile: "Basically it's time to harvest or reshuffle." Lao Chen doesn't understand economics, but he understands human nature and the rules that govern how society works. "You said that about Lao Guan, but he was just praising you." There was a hint of jealousy in Mao Xiaoqin's tone. Although Chen Peisong felt it, he still said complacently: "Isn't this normal? It's normal for an attractive man to be praised." "What a jerk!" Mao Xiaoqin rolled her eyes at her husband, then felt so angry that she twisted Chen Peisong's thigh and said, "You are not allowed to go to our department's dinner parties anymore!" "Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to a bunch of women gossiping." Old Chen was thick-skinned and didn't feel any pain, but he looked at his wife with some concern, so he suggested, "If you're really worried, why not ask Song Zuomin? With his status and position, the information he has must be more accurate than that of Old Guan and the others." "Yup!" Mao Xiaoqin suddenly came to her senses and immediately called this "relative". Song Zuoming was probably eating when he answered the phone, and he could hear the sound of dishes and chopsticks clinking. He listened to Mao Xiaoqin's doubts, but due to discipline, he didn't say much, and just said: "Weiwei also called me just now, and she said that Chen Zhuo also suggested clearing all positions." "What?"

Mao Xiaoqin was stunned for a moment and thought to herself that her son was really capable. He was very fair and took care of both his mother and his wife at the same time. "My thoughts..." Song Zuomin continued, "Young people should stick to their own positions in everything they do. They should not be afraid of making mistakes. They should just take it as a lesson. Such lessons are far more meaningful to life than making more money or losing less money..." This set of Tai Chi made Mao Xiaoqin and Chen Peisong look at each other in bewilderment. After the call ended, Mao Xiaoqin couldn't help but say, "From what Song Zuomin said, is it a mistake for his son to sell all his stocks? But because he is too young, he thinks the lesson is more important than money." Chen Peisong was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's possible." "That……" Mao Xiaoqin was about to say something. I heard Chen Peisong's tone suddenly change, and his expression suddenly became serious: "There is another possibility, which is that Song Zuomin and his colleagues had already anticipated that this would be an unprecedented and unavoidable financial catastrophe, so even with his status, he did not dare to violate discipline and speak out in advance." …… Over at Zhujiang Dijing, Song Zuoming and Lu Man were indeed having dinner. In order to appease his wife and ensure that she does not go "crazy" because of his daughter's night climb of Baiyun Mountain, Song Zuoming tries to eat at home recently. The two sat in a spacious and luxurious living room, with several dishes on the long table. There wasn't much meat or fish, but instead there was a lot of green food, mixed with a plate of all-natural dried fish sent from their home. Lu Man naturally wouldn't touch it at all, but Song Zuoming ate it with relish. "Whose phone call was that just now?" Lu Man seemed to hear a name he didn't like. "Chen's mother." Song Zuomin picked up a piece of dried fish and put it into his mouth, explaining: "Ask Chen about the stock liquidation." "Oh." Lu Man nodded and said expressionlessly: "From what you said, it seems that you are encouraging Chen Zhuo to continue holding the position." "This kid won't listen." Song Zuomin glanced at his wife, smiled and said, "He should be the kind of person who will not easily change his decision once it is made. He doesn't care much about other people's suggestions." "Humph!" Lu Man snorted coldly: "It seems that you know him well, so even when your daughter came to ask for advice, you told her to stay consistent with Chen Zhe." Song Zuoming raised his head, asked one of the nannies in the house to go into the study to clean, and asked another nanny to go downstairs to throw away the garbage. When only the couple were in the living room, Song Zuomin whispered, "Believe it or not, Chen judged in October that the domestic financial market would inevitably collapse, and even reminded me to make some preparations to avoid being affected." Lu Man's eyes flickered, and he obviously didn't believe it.

Song Zuomin knew that his wife was still very prejudiced, and there was no way to persuade her with such prejudiced language. He could only sigh and say, "Anyway, Chen Zhe is not an ordinary young man. He has many advantages beyond his age." "嘁~" Lu Man sneered: "You won't be bribed by some dried fish." "Whatever you say." Song Zuomin finished his meal, stood up and said, "I don't believe that you didn't hear Chen's company's advertisement on the radio station when you got home from get off work." Lu Man suddenly choked. Traffic jams are the norm in Guangzhou. As a middle-aged person like her who drives to and from work, she would naturally listen to the Guangzhou Traffic Radio Station for reports on the traffic conditions on various roads. She accidentally heard the advertisement for "Looking for a tutor? Come to Zhongda Learning Network." "so what?" Lu Man said stubbornly, "What does a radio advertisement mean? It doesn't cost much anyway." “It’s not about spending money.” Before Song Zuomin entered the study, he said, "What I mean is that Chen Zhuo is working towards his goal step by step. Sometimes you should stand on a fair and just standpoint and look at such an ambitious young man correctly. What if he really succeeds?" "Wait till the year of the monkey and the horse!" Lu Man did not hide his arrogance at all. However, when Song Zuoming went to the study and his aunt had not returned from throwing away the garbage, Lu Man was the only one in the empty living room. She looked at the large plate of dried fish that Song Zuomin had finished, bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached out her chopsticks to pick up a little and tasted it. what? Fresh, tender and with a hint of sweetness when chewed. "Why is it different from the fishy smell I imagined?" Lu Man thought in a daze. …… The next morning, Mao Xiaoqin arrived at the office and just put on her white coat and was ready to take over. Guan Xiushu turned in, with a proud look on her face: "So what? I said yesterday was just a normal fluctuation, look at the stock this morning!" "What do you mean?" Mao Xiaoqin didn't quite understand the index, but wanted to know the result. “The market has risen by 3%!” Guan Xiushu said proudly. "what?" Mao Xiaoqin was stunned. It seemed that her son had made a wrong judgment and the stock market should still be on the rise. Therefore, Mao Xiaoqin quickly called Chen Zhuo to remind him to clear his inventory later.

Then I heard Chen Zhuohan say with a smile: "Mom, I have cleared it all. After deducting the handling fee, there is still about 120 million left." "you……" Mao Xiaoqin didn't know what to say. She even felt that she and Lao Chen were too lax in disciplining their son, so that he now rarely listened to his parents' advice. However, the outpatient department was still waiting for someone to take over, so Mao Xiaoqin could only start seeing patients in a depressed mood, as if she had lost 500 yuan. At lunch in the cafeteria, listening to several colleagues discussing how much money they had made in the morning, Empress Mao was too embarrassed to speak, fearing that they would suddenly ask, "You didn't sell your stocks, did you? If you did, you'd be a fool." However, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the stock market opened again. Suddenly the situation changed drastically! The Shanghai Composite Index fell sharply with an unstoppable diving momentum. By the closing time at 3 o'clock, the market had fallen by , not far from the 10% limit. For a while, all investors were confused by the drop in their stocks. "The stock god of the emergency department" Guan Xiushu almost thought that the computer was broken, otherwise why was the stock chart so green today? Chen was the only one who leisurely looked at the 120 million cash in his account, thinking that the first sum of money he had made after his rebirth was finally in his pocket! ······ (End of this chapter)