Since Meng Qianyang found out that Mo Chunshan paid special attention to He Guaner, he subscribed to the mobile version of Shancheng Weekly, and would look for He Guaner's name in every issue.

So three days ago, He Wan'er reported that he knew the content.

Mo Chunshan was busy dealing with the affairs of Jiamei Machinery before he came back from a business trip, which means that he only saw the newspaper today.

No wonder today's good mood turned out to come from a reporter's report.

Thinking of this, Meng Qianyang took out the pile of newspapers, deliberately flipped to the financial edition, and pretended to read and read.

Then, pretending to be inadvertent, he asked: "Brother Chunshan, I see that P2P thunderstorms have been being talked about everywhere these days, what is the situation? I see that this newspaper says that P2P is easy to become a Ponzi scheme, and what is the reason for this?"

Mo Chunshan stood at the door, sorting out the cufflinks, heard his question, and patiently replied: "First of all, people who borrow money from P2P companies are likely to be unable to borrow from banks, that is, in the bank loan system, these are high-risk users. From the first step, P2P is unreliable.

Second, when P2P platforms attract customer funds, they do not compare the quality of the underlying assets, but the rigid payment and interest rate. Lending will inevitably encounter defaults, but in order not to affect the promised high interest rates, this makes it inevitable that when defaults occur, P2P platforms will use the funds of new customers to fill the holes of bad debts, taking an important step in Ponzi.

Third, in the competition with each other, once a platform chooses to reduce the interest rate due to default, the customer funds will immediately go to the platform that is still being redeemed. This makes it imperative for P2P platforms to remain rigid, thus turning into a Ponzi scheme altogether. ”

"Oh!" Meng Qianyang nodded with a sudden realization, "No wonder you never touch this piece." ”

Mo Chunshan was already preparing to go out, and when he heard this, he turned around and sighed a little: "Do you know what it means that there are no good people on Wall Street? Lujiazui in Shanghai refused to allow P2P companies to settle in at the beginning, probably with the aim of reducing the proportion of bad people." It's just that when it comes to investment, in the final analysis, it's not clean, so if you can withdraw early, you should withdraw as soon as possible. ”

Wall Street, as we all know, is the world's largest distribution center for "gold-absorbing monsters" and the initiator of previous financial turmoil.

The depth and breadth of Wall Street's financial manipulation are unimaginable to ordinary people, for example, the overdraft consumption of "credit" is researched by Wall Street.

In this place, profits are not only made now, but also the future, squeezing the present, overdrawing the future, and creating a beautiful and nihilistic tomorrow.

Meng Qianyang found that the topic had deviated from his original direction, so he ignored Mo Chunshan's words about Wall Street and overdrafted the future, and directly showed him the report in his hand: "Then is this article good or bad? Boss, you said let me study more, can this be used as a learning material?"

Meng Qianyang asked pretendedly.

Mo Chunshan glanced at it and saw that his hand deliberately pointed at the three words He Wan'er at the end of the article.

Looking at Meng Qianyang's eyes full of curiosity and gossip, he finally understood what this kid was inquiring about.

He grabbed the newspaper and threw it in Meng Qianyang's face with a smile, ignoring his previous gossip: "I'll come back when I go out for a walk, you help me accompany Xiaocao and briquettes." ”

Meng Qianyang understood his habit very well, and asked with some surprise: "Didn't Sister Jia say that the problem of the Dadu River Bridge has been solved?

The last few words are extremely blunt, obviously at a level that only the name does not know - and wrong.

Mo Chunshan frowned when he heard this: "What rivets, it's an anchor!" Meng Qianyang, you are timid, can't you read more books?"

Someone who didn't know how to learn started a haha and tried to divert the topic: "Anyway, the most difficult problem of the bridge has been solved, so what technical problems do you have to solve? Is it the inner loop?"

Mo Chunshan sighed rarely: "Where is it so easy? The bridge is more than 1,400 meters long, the main bridge span is more than 1,100 meters, and it is a super-large span steel truss suspension bridge in a high altitude, high seismic intensity zone, and complex wind field environment.

He thought for a moment and made an analogy: "——How can there not be many problems in building a 150-story building in Gyeongju?"

This analogy is very simple, and Meng Qianyang understood it after a little thought.

But in terms of technology, he couldn't help much, so he clenched his fists: "Brother Chunshan, come on, I know you can do it." ”

His eyes were shining, his cheeks were slightly bulging, and his expression was the same as that of a teenager ten years ago.

Mo Chunshan smiled, then turned around and waved his hand with his back to him.

Because of the action of raising his arms, the sleeves of his trench coat and suit were rolled up a few centimeters, revealing a wrist on which he wore a string of wooden Buddhist beads.

The wind in the corridor sent him a soft word.

"I know, I can. ”

The night is getting thicker, the cold wind by the Quling River is getting colder and more urgent, and the passers-by by the river are all tightening their collars and putting their hands in their pockets.

Mo Chunshan likes this kind of temperature.

The cold always clears the mind and drives away the fatigue of the stomach digesting food.

He remembers that the year he left Gyeongju was at the height of the pollution of the Quling River, and that the bends of the river were not impactful enough to leave a bay of garbage, and at its most exaggerated times, it could even cover half of the river.

As a result, the air stinks, and the river water is turbid and disgusting.

In the past, of course, there were also good existences.

He thought of his own backyard, the white swing under the plane tree.

It was when he was four or five years old, and his mother specially asked someone to make it for him, but seven or eight years later, the number of times he went on that swing could be counted on one hand.

It's all for the sake of her mother's face, and she reluctantly goes up to coax her to be happy.

He has no interest in what children like to play with, and in comparison, it is the books in his father's study that arouse his interest even more.

So my mother often complained about the father and son, one was obsessed with work, the other was obsessed with numbers, and no one needed her, and it seemed that she was a superfluous person at home.

She sometimes loses her temper, and her tone of anger is actually like a little girl being coquettish.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, half nostalgic and half bitter in his heart.

How can it be redundant? With her, the world has more color and the home has more warmth.

It's a pity that good people rarely have good rewards, but it is the mainstream of this world that people are good and are bullied.

His father was killed because he trusted his friend, and his mother, because she trusted her family, was killed in a foreign country.

More than ten years of time, like this river, erased the traces of the past filth, but under the seemingly calm river, there are hidden devouring undercurrents and whirlpools.