vs 132 Children may be taught

The words came in was a 40-year-old woman, I saw that she was dressed fashionably and elegantly, her chestnut skin-colored long hair was coiled high, and her skin was shiny and elastic because of good maintenance.

"Aunt Ji is here. ”

Yang Jiahui said to the middle-aged woman with a smile.

I saw this Aunt Ji come to her with a smile, then picked up the sweater and looked at it carefully, and then said, "It's a little loose when it's knitted, and it's almost tight." ”

"Thank you. ”

At this time, Aunt Wang shouted: "Lingfang, why do you have time to come to us today?"

"I hate Manager Zhou's boastful appearance, so I came out to breathe. The one named Ji Lingfang said.

"Oh?" Everyone felt interesting about such a topic, so everyone turned their heads to look at her, Ji Lingfang came to the place where she looked out at the door, and then came back and sat on the chair next to Aunt Wang and said.

It turned out that there were 6 large rooms on the second floor, and Zhang Jun was only one of them, this Ji Lingfang was in one of the rooms, and he was in a room with Manager Zhou.

Some time ago, Manager Zhou was very busy and happy! There was an endless stream of people who came to him for financial management, and several people in the big room also ate some cheap meals, and the bull market created talents! However, in the recent period of time, Manager Zhou has been defeated again and again, and several consecutive transactions have ended in failure, although this is the case, his customers are still profitable, so whenever a customer asks for the return of funds are rejected by him one by one, he always says: there is a bigger market in the future, and customers are required to continue to support him Yunyun.

Today, Manager Zhou bought non-ferrous stocks near noon, and was trapped just after buying, and his mood was extremely low.

He kept circling around the house and kept shouting, which made several people in the house also upset, so Ji Lingfang walked out of the house.

Yang Jiahui quietly told Zhang Jun: "Ji Lingfang is an old colleague of Aunt Wang, and she is also in her 50s, so she is dressed young. She grimaced quietly.

Zhang Jun immediately understood, it turned out that this Ji Lingfang was also a person with a "story".

Anyway, Ji Lingfang chatted here for a while and felt that the time was almost up, so she said goodbye to everyone and went back to her house.

It is now 2:50 p.m., the market has changed dramatically at this time, from the stock index looks like it is unstoppable, but a closer look will find that the real rise is only two tenths, most of the stocks are either flat or falling, this strange phenomenon has appeared in the first few days, and it actually appeared again in the afternoon today!

In the last ten minutes of trading, no one spoke, they were all watching the changes in the market, banks, real estate, brokerages and other large-cap stocks rose one after another, and stocks without performance support or high stagnation have risen, all of which shows what is the king in this era!

Zhang Jun was full of gratitude and admiration, and quietly glanced at the beauties around him, and found that she was still looking at the changes in the plate expressionlessly, and any noise in the outside world could not disturb her mood at this time.

This is the essential quality of the stock god!

The time was finally frozen at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the transactions were over, and the Bank of China they bought in the afternoon actually rose by more than four points, which Zhang Jun did not expect, looking at the rising stock price, he was extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to hug her over and kiss her wildly, only in this way could he express his mood at this moment.

"Jiahui, don't forget Thursday!"

Fang Xia said to Yang Jiahui when she was leaving.

"I can't forget. ”

Today, several people in the big room are very satisfied, because they all threw non-ferrous metal stocks at a high place, and they all bought the bank at the bottom, everyone made a lot of profits today, and seeing that they had all left, Yang Jiahui opened his account for Zhang Jun to see.

"You're so rich, you're a rich woman!"

Zhang Jun exclaimed with his mouth open, because he saw that the account in front of him at this time was far higher than 10 million, a figure that would take 10 lifetimes to earn according to his salary, and the person in front of him was just a girl in her early 20s.

Yang Jiahui smiled proudly and then closed the account, she looked at the stunned Zhang Jun and said with a smile: "If I am a rich woman, then what are you?"

"I'm your long-term worker. Zhang Jun said with a crying voice.

At this time, Zhang Jun secretly swore in his heart that he must reach this number within a few years, otherwise he would be looked down upon by her.

"Let's go!"

Yang Jiahui pulled Zhang Jun out and left, they went downstairs to the hall with their hands, and found that there were still many people gathered here, many people refused to leave for a long time, the two exchanged colors and quietly walked over, they wanted to know what these people were talking about? What do you care about?

"It's really unlucky, who would have thought that the bank would pull up at the end of the market?"

"I just sold the bank this morning, look at it. ”

A person was pulling the people around him to look at his account, and they also came over, although they couldn't see the content of the account clearly, but they also saw more regret and helplessness from this person's expression, and the people who were very close to each other sighed one after another.

"I think the banks are going to fall tomorrow. ”

It was a tall man speaking, and from the back of this man it was clear that he was an old man, a man of considerable age.

"Ren Gong, can you be reasonable?"

The man who couldn't regret it got up and gave up his seat while asking, and when the man called Ren Gong turned around and sat down, Zhang Jun found that this was a man in his 50s with a pair of myopia glasses, and he sat in front of the computer and gestured with his hand and said: "You see, this afternoon the banks, brokerages and other large-cap stocks were pulled up, which shows that this is a fake rise, this is to attract followers, do you know how much money is needed for such a large circulation?

Everyone shook their heads in unison, looking at everyone's expression of agreement, this Ren Gong was even more proud, and he continued: "Look at his K-line combination, today's position is just attacking the resistance line above, although the trading volume in the afternoon is larger, but such a trading volume is not going up, so I said that you are selling right, and it may fall tomorrow." ”

"And what should I do with what I bought this afternoon?" said a woman anxiously.

"Sell it tomorrow!"

Ren Gong replied very simply.

"So what to buy?" someone else asked.

"Small-cap stocks with pullbacks in place. After Ren Gong finished speaking, he switched to a certain stock on the computer, he pointed to the stock and said: "You see, this ticket has not risen recently, and now the stock price is falling at the position of the moving average, there is a strong support here, as long as you turn around, you can be angry!"

After a while, a person asked: "Ren Gong, the fundamentals of this company are not very good, the performance is only a few cents, the gross profit margin and cash flow are not good!"

"What do you know? The more this happens, the more likely it is to reorganize!"

Zhang Jun quietly glanced at Yang Jiahui, and he found that she was also listening carefully to every sentence, so he asked quietly: "Hey, do you think what he said makes sense?"

Yang Jiahui leaned in his ear and said, "He has entered a misunderstanding!"

She waved her hand, and the two of them continued to listen to the man's talk.

The worker continued his speech: "I told you that large-cap stocks have no room for performance improvement, so they are not high, only small-cap stocks have room for development, and with the rapid growth of performance, the stock price will follow, and now they are just falling at the support level, which is exactly the position we bought." ”

"I'll get the bank out tomorrow and replace it with this so-and-so shares!"

Ren Gong looked at the woman who spoke, thought for a while and said: "I didn't say that I have to buy this ticket, I mean something like that, in the final analysis, don't touch large-cap stocks!"

"Makes sense, makes sense. ”

……

The people around him all stretched out their thumbs for this long speech, and more people paid attention to him with adoring eyes, and the worker at this time immediately became a busy man, and he was pulled by many shareholders to answer the questions of individual stocks.

It took nearly half an hour for Ren Gong to squeeze out of the crowd, he left the crowd and wiped his sweat and glasses, he let out a long breath and muttered something before leaving in a hurry.

Looking at his distant back, the two of them also let out a long breath.

"To the Liao River?" Mr. Zhang said.

"Hmm. ”

On a bench on the bank of the Liao River, under the weeping willow tree, sat Yang Jiahui and Zhang Jun, and Zhang Jun asked: "Is this investment concept wrong?"

"He's right, there's really no room for large-cap stocks. Yang Jiahui said.

"Oh?"

Yang Jiahui saw that he didn't understand, so he continued: "Now it is a market dominated by funds, and each fund must maintain a position of more than 60%, and the bank is the asset they must allocate, so now the bank will rise." But in the long run, there really isn't room for banks. She smiled and looked at the river in the distance.

"After we buy it, we just wait to sit in a sedan chair, and once we find out that we are no longer issuing funds, we will sell it, right?" Mr. Zhang said.

"The children can be taught!"

Zhang Jun scratched his head a little embarrassed, he looked around alertly, and found that there were people coming and going on the path, and many passers-by looked at them with envy, Zhang Jun had no choice but to swallow a mouthful of saliva and stop making a sound.

"What about bad things?"

Zhang Jun smiled awkwardly, Yang Jiahui glared at him fiercely, and then still leaned on his shoulder, she didn't care how many people were on the road, how many people were watching them.