Yang Fei came this time, just to follow the trend and make some money.

Yanzhong Industrial's stock is not manipulating, he is following behind the hyped group and picking up some snacks to eat.

Speculation and mergers of listed company stocks are not a simple process.

Especially dancing under the rules, which can only be done quietly, requires more scheming and time.

Yanzhong Industrial is a very special stock, it is one of the earliest eight stocks in Shanghai, which belongs to the "three nos" concept stock, and the plate is small.

Baoan Group, from Shennan City, did not know much about Yanzhong Industry before launching the merger and acquisition war.

The executives of Baoan Group feel that Yanzhong Industry is on Yanzhong Road in Shanghai City, and many enterprises on this road carry the word Yanzhong, so the enterprises on this road are owned by Yanzhong Industry.

Therefore, they thought that as long as they acquired Yanzhong Industrial, they would be able to make a windfall even if they were demolished to make real estate in the future.

Yanzhong Industrial has only 30 million shares, all of which are circulating in the market.

As the big investors say, this stock is now a junk stock, a dead stock.

When Yang Fei saw Li Yining's article before, he thought of the catfish effect in economics.

Yanzhong stock is a sardine in a container, and if there is no catfish, this is a group of fish waiting to die.

Baoan Group is the catfish, as soon as it comes, Yanzhong stock will be stirred up!

The rice should be eaten one bite at a time, and the stocks should be swept with one hand at a time.

If you make a fierce effort, it will alarm Yanzhong Industrial Company, people will not stand still, let you buy at a low price, you will definitely fight back, then the stock price will soar, and the money spent on the acquisition will rise exponentially.

Therefore, Baoan Group wants to control Yanzhong, which is not an overnight achievement.

If Yang Fei wants to eat meat with him, it will also take a little time.

Therefore, Yang Fei wants to study the recent stock market, as if he is studying and interning!

It only took him more than an hour to get a clear understanding of the stocks bought by everyone in the big house.

Comparing the number of bento boxes sold recently, he has a rough idea in his heart.

On September 13, in addition to Yang Fei's purchase of Yanzhong Industry, there are several companies that are quietly sweeping, all of which belong to Shennan Baoan Group.

All acquisitions are quietly entered the village, and those who shoot are not wanted.

On this day, until the close, Yanzhong stock did not fluctuate much.

Because this stock is so rubbish, so garbage that it can't attract everyone's attention.

The big room was fully equipped, and Yang Fei had a phone on his desktop, but he didn't call Su Tong in a hurry.

It wasn't until the evening that he returned to the hotel, finished dinner, and estimated that Su Tong had already received the payment, so he called her for page.

Su Tong quickly called back, in fact, she had been waiting for her boss to call her.

"Boss, have you arrived in Shanghai safely?" Su Tong tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, but his tone was still a little fluctuating, and the speed of his speech was much faster than usual.

"I've arrived early. Yang Fei heard her concern and smiled slightly, "How is everything at home?"

"Very good! Today's goods are all sold out, and there is not enough to sell! Boss, I have already urged the daily chemical plant to step up production. ”

Yang Fei asked about the situation and hung up the phone.

He didn't say what he was doing in Shanghai, and Su Tong didn't dare to ask.

It was still early, Yang Fei watched the TV commercial for a while, and felt really bored, so he went downstairs to take a walk and see the night view of Shanghai.

Before you know it, walk near the stock exchange.

"Sixi roasted bran!scallion oil mixed noodles!Oilfield snail stuffed meat!Big brother, do you want to eat supper?" A crisp female voice greeted the hurried passers-by loudly.

Yang Fei took a look at it and smiled: "Chen Chun, it's you? make boxed lunches during the day and sell supper at night? What about your mother?"

"It's dead!" Chen Chun stood behind the supper stall, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring in the soup pot, and asked, "Do you eat supper?"

Yang Fei was stunned, thinking to himself, didn't your mother just take your pocket money? As for cursing her to death?

"Let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Yang Fei sat down, he ate dinner at the hotel, the dish was expensive and not delicious, and he was not full at all.

"Such a big boss, all of them have entered the big house, what kind of Yangchun noodles do you eat? Or, come a little bit of the same? It's all cheap things, and you can't eat a few dollars." When it's full of twenty yuan, I'll give you a bowl of bean curd for free. ”

"I really haven't eaten Shanghai snacks, okay, I'll just appetize and try your craft. ”

"Okay, boss, come right away. "Chen Chunle is happy.

Soon, Yang Fei's desktop was full of large plates and small plates.

Yang Fei didn't have too much, and swept away all the delicious dishes on the table.

The bowl of bean curd given by Chen Chun is really flavorful, after eating other greasy foods, when you eat bean curd again, you feel even more delicious, like a young woman dancing on the tip of your tongue, stretching your every taste bud.

Yang Fei put down his chopsticks, Chen Chun had already sat down beside him with a smile, and stretched out his little hand like a jade onion: "Boss, Chenghui, ninety-eight yuan." ”

"So expensive? Aren't these snacks a few dollars a piece?" Yang Fei didn't like a lot of money, in Shanghai's dialect, these dozens of yuan were just a drizzle for him.

"There are so many copies!" Chen Chun quickly ordered the plates and saucers on the table with his hand, and kept quoting the price in his mouth.

It is said that Shanghai people are shrewd, and sure enough.

"Boss, you're a person who sits in a big house, ninety-eight, a long hair!

Yang Fei reluctantly took out a hundred yuan and slapped it on the table: "No need to look for it." ”

"What we are looking for, we Shanghai people, never take advantage of it. Moreover, the number of long-term fortune is too auspicious!"

"I'm full!" Yang Fei burped, loosened his belt, and asked, "Do you also make breakfast?"

"Do it!" Chen Chun grinned while checking the authenticity of the banknotes, "Boss, I can see it, you like my snacks very much, is this good, you tell me the hotel number, three meals a day, I will send you to the hotel, so that you can eat comfortably and eat satisfied!"

"It's right that you didn't get into college, you were born to do business. ”

"Who said I didn't get into college?

Yang Fei heard her say this for the second time, and couldn't help but take it seriously, and asked, "Did you really get in?"

"My dad is laid off, my mom is dead, who will provide for me?" Chen Chun sighed helplessly.

"Is your mother really dead? I saw it during the day, isn't it a ghost? Don't scare me!"

As soon as he spoke, he saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, and instantly understood what was going on, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your ......"

Yang Fei didn't say the word mother, because she had already gritted her teeth.

Chen Chun got up, took out a bottle of liquor from the back of the stall, opened the cap, poured two glasses, and pushed one to Yang Fei: "Accompany me to have a drink." ”

Yang Fei looked at the wine bottle, with two big characters written on it, knowing that this was the most famous local high-grade liquor in Shanghai, and when the restaurant was eating, the waiter recommended this kind of wine, so he asked, "Can you drink it?"

"Nonsense! Do you want to accompany you?" Chen Chun picked up the wine glass and raised it in front of Yang Fei's nose.

Yang Fei raised the glass, and the two touched the glass vigorously, but he hadn't drunk it yet, and her wine was already in her stomach.

"Wine, that's not how it is drunk. You're going to get drunk!" Yang Fei hurriedly went to grab her cup.

Chen Chun threw himself on the table, his shoulders shrugged, and he cried out.

Yang Fei patted her on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.