Section 258 Tasting snacks

Zhang Jun snickered secretly in his heart, he quickly left this place, because he knew in his heart that his eloquence could not be compared with her no matter what, if he really arrived in her shop, then he had to sell even the underwear he said?

Zhang Jun secretly congratulated himself that he was running fast, he was happy for a while and took the subway to Wangfujing, because he knew that there was a snack street here, and he had already smelled the aroma before he arrived at this small street, and Zhang Jun was even more hungry when he came here.

"Oh, I have to sit down!" Zhang Jun rubbed his stomach with one hand and sat on a bench with a piece of "donkey rolling" in the other.

It took him a long time to feel better, so he wrapped a piece of "donkey rolling" and put it in his clothes pocket, and then went straight to the subway station, Beijing's subway can be said to be very convenient, but also very crowded, because the Olympic Games have entered the countdown, a large number of tourists from all over the world poured in, yellow-haired and blue-eyed foreigners can be seen everywhere, at the beginning Zhang Jun still had some freshness, but later felt that they were no different from themselves.

When I returned to the hotel, it was already dark, and the tourists had rested after a day's play, and as soon as Zhang Jun entered the hotel, he saw Manager Wang looking at him with a smile at the front desk.

"Brother Zhang, I was about to make a call?" she said.

"What's wrong?"

"Think you lost it?"

"I went to the front door for a snack and came back late, everyone is okay, right?" asked Zhang Jun.

"It's fine. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jun suddenly saw that a computer was still on at the back of the front desk, so he asked, "Do you still use a computer at this time?"

"What do you mean?

"Hehe, that's what it means!" Mr. Zhang said.

"There's another one here, so you can play as long as you want. ”

Zhang Jun turned around and found that there was a computer under the front desk, although it looked a little old on the surface, but it should not be a problem to chat online, he sat down and turned on the computer to browse the news for a while.

Manager Wang is also playing a game next to her, Zhang Jun looked back and felt that he didn't understand, so he went to a financial website to look at the information for a while, only to see that many articles on it are vigorously promoting the "Olympic market", there is an article that reads: On the occasion of the Olympic Games, our A-share value center has returned to a rational position, and the Olympic Games will be a tipping point for the market.

"Do you do stocks?" asked Manager Wang.

"Yes!"

"I didn't see it, I lost a lot of money!" Manager Wang said and laughed twice.

Zhang Jun lowered his head and said, "You lost some, and you are also a shareholder?"

"I've lost more than half of it, so I won't play!" Manager Wang said and didn't continue to say, Zhang Jun knew in his heart that in the process of this big fall, there were very few people who could get away with it, just like a rarity, and he didn't want to talk about his own affairs, so he didn't say it anymore.

He continued to look at the relevant articles, only to see an article written: the stock index from more than 6000 points of the position has fallen by more than half, although the impact of the subprime mortgage crisis in the United States exceeded everyone's expectations, but for our country is still minimal, we believe that when the Olympic Games are coming, our stocks will take advantage of this shareholder wind out of a round of rising market, therefore, we believe that at 2500 points is the time to enter the market to buy tickets, the majority of stockholders, do not miss this golden opportunity Yunyun。

Zhang Jun looked funny, so he closed the relevant article, he logged in his QQ number and looked at it, Zhang Jun's QQ was still applied for by Jiahui, but he didn't have many friends until now, even if he was pulled into one or two stock groups, he only spoke as a spectator.

"Di Di Di!" With a few QQ unique voices came, "Oh, it's a person who wants to apply for him as a friend!" Zhang Jun clicked to agree after reading it, he felt that it was normal to add a friend.

After a short time, he was pulled into a QQ group, he opened the group and found that stocks were being discussed, and its enthusiasm was not much less than that of the Olympics, anyway, there was nothing to do, so it was better to listen to their views.

I saw that the dialog box for this group showed:

Autumn maple leaves: Experts say you can boldly go long at this point!

Sister Hong: I can't see it, but I'm in the covers.

Doudou: I posted a picture of a crying face.

Zhang Jun looked amused and continued to watch.

The owner of this group (Hope Duoduo) is the person who just added his friend, sending out a picture of welcoming new members, and a few people also posted the same picture, Zhang Jun didn't want to speak, not to mention that his typing speed belongs to the third-rate level, but under the strong demand of others, he had to reluctantly type these words: Everyone, I am from the letter!

Sister Hong: There are two typos in seven words!

Hopefully, there are many right, and there are few wrongs.

Zhang Jun saw that his typing level was indeed not good, so he sent a shy picture to cover his shame, but fortunately, it was all a virtual world, and no one could see him and didn't care too much.

Koi Fish: New here, how do you call blowing the bear to death?

Zhang Jun then remembered that when Jiahui applied for a number for herself, she happened to read an article about the conversion of bulls and bears in the stock market, and she casually gave a name that blew the bear to death, and remembered that Jiahui also said at the time: If you blow the bear to death, then it must be a bull market.

Zhang Jun thought of this and played: The bear market is naturally a bull market.

Sister Hong: Is it a bear market or a bull market?

"Another typo," Mr. Zhang muttered quietly.

"Do you mean the bear market or the bear is dead?" Manager Xiao Wang was smiling at him at this time? Zhang Jun scratched his head and said: "I don't always chat, and when I type, it's a typo, how do you know?"

Zhang Jun looked at her computer at this time, and it turned out that the two of them were in the same QQ group.

"What's your name?" asked Zhang Jun.

"Princess!"

After Manager Xiao Wang finished speaking, he turned his head and typed in his dialog box, Zhang Jun looked at her and thought to himself: look like a princess. Sui Jin looked back at his computer and saw that it was displayed.

Princess: Comrade Xiong should be blown to death, but the bear should be blown to death, and we will all have a good life.

Zhang Jun looked funny, but he was really not good at chatting, so he pushed the keyboard inside, looking at the chat between them, not to mention, this princess's typing speed is first-class, she almost didn't look at the keyboard, she heard the sound of "crackling" hitting the keyboard, and the typing speed of others was not slow, because the QQ box kept changing paragraphs of text.

Seeing their heated discussion, Zhang Jun also wanted to say a few words in his heart, so he pulled out the keyboard and typed a few words a little seriously: the big market will be generated in 2-3 months, and domestic demand will be the theme.

"You say it's domestic demand?" asked Manager Xiao Wang.

"Yes, nothing else!" Zhang Jun said with great certainty, because he already knew in his heart, but he couldn't say it casually.

Manager Xiao Wang looked at him with a very suspicious gaze, as if to say: Are you playing tricks? Zhang Jun just looked at her with a smile, and then said: "Wait slowly, when the time comes, you will go to buy domestic necessities, maybe the state will come up with some policies!"

"Is there a market for the Olympics?"

"If you look at the moving average system and then look at the trading volume, can there be a market?"

Manager Xiao Wang opened the stock software, only to see that the stock index above showed a short arrangement, and the trading volume was also showing a trend of average decline, and he could only be said to be speechless when he looked at such a plate.

Zhang Jun turned off the computer after a few consecutive waws and said, "I won't accompany you, you can stay up late!"

After he returned to his room, he plunged into bed and fell asleep, this night was very sweet for him, until the third pole in the morning when he heard a burst of noise outside, Zhang Jun rubbed his eyes and got up and got out of bed, he knew that these tourists had long been unable to resist the urge to play.

Xiao Qiao was already waiting in the hall at this time, and when she saw Zhang Jun coming over, she said, "Brother Zhang, when will you leave?"

"Am I still hungry?"

"Just lose weight, let's go!" Xiao Qiao pulled him out of the hall, and the two of them laughed in the car and drove straight to the direction of the Temple of Heaven.

"Bean juice?"

This is a very famous local snack in Beijing, Zhang Jun has never eaten, it is said that the taste is very delicious, so he is also quite interested in following her, not much time, they came to a small restaurant near the Temple of Heaven, Xiao Qiao said: "Brother Zhang, don't look at this restaurant is not big, but his bean juice is famous for its deliciousness in Beijing!"

Xiao Qiao parked the car, pooped and walked into the hotel with him, as soon as he entered the inside, Zhang Jun felt that it was more lively than the New Year, although the outside door was not big, but the inside was very spacious, more than a dozen tables were occupied by diners, but a strange smell went straight to his top beam door, "What taste?" Zhang Jun thought to himself, Xiao Qiao didn't think so, it seemed that she was quite familiar with this restaurant, as soon as they entered the door, they were taken to a table in the middle by the waiter, Xiao Qiao asked the waiter to send a few burnt rings and two bowls of bean juice.

Zhang Jun picked up a bowl and was just about to drink it, he felt a sour taste rushing to his face, he frowned and asked, "This is bean juice?" Xiao Qiao smiled and nodded, Zhang Jun looked at the bean juice carefully, only to see that the color of this bean juice was gray and green, he mustered up the courage to take a small sip, the taste was stinky and sour, it was like brushing pot water, this thing can also be famous?

Looking at Xiao Qiao's eating with relish, her sideburns are already slightly sweaty, is it really so delicious?