Wednesday.

It's another sunny day.

Song Zijin and the bald guy got together again to smoke and drink tea.

The mood of the two is completely different at the moment, one regrets it, and the other is elated.

Finally, when it was time for the stock market to open again, a scene that made them almost stunned appeared, and the stock was frantically robbed by funds from all walks of life at the opening.

The opening ten minutes directly blocked the daily limit, and there was no chance to hesitate.

",!"

"Damn, Lao Tzu lost last year, and I guess I can pay back this year!"

"Look at this momentum, I feel like I have to continue to rise and fall tomorrow, there must be five of three, I will see five boards first!"

The bald guy was so excited, he had all his funds of 500,000 yuan, and if he could really rise to five price limits, it would be equivalent to earning nearly 300,000 yuan.

It's quite exciting.

Earning 300,000 yuan a week can make people's blood boil just thinking about it.

And Song Zijin was smoking quietly there with a cold face, his mood was extremely bad, if it weren't for the fortune teller.

I would never miss this opportunity, but now there is nothing.

Every time I want to buy it, I remember the other party's advice.

In addition, the mother-in-law said that it was very accurate, so be careful.

In this way, he watched his friends make money, and he only had that pitiful bottom position.

The bald guy was in a good mood, but he also began to be curious, and he took the initiative to ask: "No, why are you optimistic and not buying, there are opportunities to increase positions yesterday and the day before yesterday." ”

At this time, Song Zijin finally said that he went to his daughter-in-law's house as a guest and met the fortune teller on the way.

After listening to this, the bald guy immediately laughed.

"That's too bad, isn't it?"

"Where are the people? In this whole way, you can make two or three hundred thousand less!"

Song Zijin was also in an impetuous mood, he took a big sip of cigarette and said: "Just on Changling West Street, that fortune teller is in his twenties, and I knew it was fake at that time." ”

"But what my mother-in-law said was amazing, and I thought it was the same, and I should be careful. ”

Song Zijin couldn't help but scold: "How do you know that this stubble has caused me to lose 300,000 yuan in vain." ”

The two complained and scolded at the same time.

……

It's finally Thursday.

It is jokingly called Black Thursday by many stockholders.

Because many stocks that have been rising have started to fall on this day.

However, today, the stock of "Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Eagle" not only did not fall, but even broke out with good news.

The chairman of the listed company actually announced a debt repayment plan, because there was not enough funds to repay the debt, so he chose to "reduce debt with meat"!

This was originally the first share of pig raising, and it was pork that was sold.

Although this announcement of debt repayment is a bit bloody and nonsense, in the current stock market, no one cares about this at all.

Even 99 percent of shareholders don't even know where the company is or what it's like.

But they are still willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy stocks.

It sounds ridiculous, but that's the naked reality.

The "Farming and Animal Husbandry Eagle" is really gone, the stock price has not fallen, and the profit market has fled frantically, but there are still funds to try to take over at a high level.

The bald guy was also secretly sweating, and he was hesitating whether to sell it.

Anyway, now that I have made a profit of 180,000 yuan in the future, it can be regarded as a big piece of meat.

The bald guy said ruthlessly: "Damn, don't sell it, I'm selling it when you fall, anyway, it's going to make a little less." ”

And in contrast.

Song Zijin's mood is much more complicated and worse.

He knows that this is an opportunity, and if the board is successfully sealed again today, then it may really be possible to raise two more limits.

But if it suddenly collapsed, it would definitely be a three-thousand-foot downstream.

The stakes are very high.

When he hesitated, he couldn't help but scold again: "If it weren't for that fortune teller, Lao Tzu would have made money now." ”

The bald guy was also emotional, and tried to ask, "Do you want to try it, and add some more positions now?"

Song Zijin clenched his fists, he was very embarrassed, because reason told him that it was really impossible to buy it now, and the risk was greater than the opportunity.

As a rational investor, it's hard to take this risk yourself.

So struggling all the time.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon and left.

As if he was going to slap him in the face, the stock of "Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Eagle" actually rose and fell again.

The bald guy went completely crazy, crazy with joy, and shouted loudly: "Sing and wash your feet tonight, mine!"

It was all thanks to the other party's analysis and recommendation that he bought this stock.

But the happier the bald guy is, the more uncomfortable Song Zijin becomes, this gap, this comparison, all of this blames the fortune teller.

Song Zijin slapped the table and said, "This was miserable by him!"

Even he had an impulse to make a phone call to scold his mother-in-law, and the hundreds of thousands slipped away under his nose.

Who wouldn't be angry?

The bald guy gritted his teeth, he also felt that this time the buddy was a little miserable, and immediately said: "Otherwise, let's go tonight, what are you talking about Changling West Street." ”

"Get two cans of red oil and splash his shop!"

"If you run into someone, him to relieve his anger!"

Usually Song Zijin really can't listen to this kind of advice, but now anger covers up his reason.

Song Zijin said fiercely: "Yes, splash him with red oil, dead liar!"

……

The two said they would do it.

At two o'clock in the morning that night, I drove the car and pulled two barrels of oil to Changling West Street.

Seeing that there was no one around, he splashed towards the gate of the "Wentian Pavilion".

And a few big red letters were written.

"Dead liar, hurt me to lose hundreds of thousands!"

"Don't believe it, this is a liar!"

After doing all this like this, Song Zijin slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then drove away with the bald guy with some humility!

No one expected that this time their actions would dig a deep pit for the subsequent tragedy.