On July 20, 1997, Tang He and Wu Wei arrived in Bingzhou on the third day.

According to the previous assumption, today is the day of official contact with Zhang Weida.

All the materials to be prepared have been prepared.

The printed version of "The Legend of Wukong", the agreement contract between Tang He and the magazine "Ancient Legends", and the bearer passbook repurchased by the two in Bingzhou.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Tang He stood outside Zhang Weida's office door, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.

Through inquiries yesterday, the two knew that Zhang Weida was really a cadre of the Provincial Association of Literary and Art Circles.

They also inquired that in addition to Zhang Weida's love of stock trading, his biggest hobby is creation. It's a pity that this person's level is average, and he has published several personal poetry collections at his own expense. What Wang Fatzi said about the evening party of the Erlongshan University Literary Association is true, and Zhang Weida accepted the award just to gild his face. From this point of view, Tang He's asking Zhang Weida to make a preface may really scratch Zhang Weida's itchy flesh.

However, Wu Wei did not follow Tang He today.

The first contact between the two parties, the number of people is likely to affect the effect of the meeting. Besides, Wu Wei doesn't write, so if he talks about literature, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Wu Wei is doing another thing that is very necessary.

Tang He and Wu Wei were worried about what happened when they asked Zhang Weida to write the preface, so they made other preparations for Zhang Weida's liking to speculate in stocks.

Even if you succeed in connecting with Zhang Weida by writing a preface, it will not be in vain to find another topic that you can talk about with Zhang Weida.

Tang He and Wu Wei came to Bingzhou this time, and the nature of the two high school sophomores going to the coastal area to play privately is different. However, in view of the fact that the two of them were still newborn calves, Wu Wei's mother asked Wu Wei and Tang He to report to his uncle's house after they arrived in Bingzhou, so as to avoid any accidents.

Wu Wei's uncle stayed in Bingzhou after graduating from university, and is the head of a department of the only stock exchange in Bingzhou. Originally, Wu Wei was a little reluctant to go to his uncle's house, because if he went, his uncle would definitely teach him a long lesson. But in order to get close to Zhang Weida, learn about the stock market from his uncle, and collect a few stock magazines, Wu Wei obviously let go.

In order to get close to the goal and achieve their wishes, both of them did their best.

"Please come in. A baritone voice came from inside the office.

Tang He pushed the door and went in, and saw that the office door was facing a bright window.

The room is not very large, with several leather sofa coffee tables on the right, and two green rich trees on either side of the sofa. Behind the desk on the left, a middle-aged man in a suit is hunched over the desk writing something.

With the memories of his previous life, Tang He recognized at a glance that this person was the Zhang Weida he was looking for. So his face showed the shyness and crampedness that are characteristic of young people when they meet strange elders, and asked, "Hello, may I ask you...... Is it Teacher Zhang Weida Zhang?"

Zhang Weida was stunned for a moment, sat up straight, and looked at the young man in front of him, "I am, do you have something?"

"Hello Mr. Zhang, my name is Tang He, and I am a student. That's the case, I published a novel on the Internet a while ago, but it was favored by the magazine "Ancient Legends", saying that it was going to be published and that it was going to be published...... and the editor of "Ancient Legends" asked the novel to write a preface, but I hadn't written it before, and I read that the prefaces of many books were written by some respected old-timers in the literary world, but I didn't know these people...... I heard an elder say that you are the big leader of our Hedong Writers Association or a senior in the literary world, so I came here on purpose...... Mr. Zhang, can you ...... Can you help me write a preface......"

Tang He vividly interpreted the role of a fledgling and desperate young boy, and felt that even if he couldn't win the Oscar for Best Actor in this performance, he would still be sure to win the Hundred Flowers Best Actor Award.

Obviously, Tang He's words really aroused Zhang Weida's interest.

Listening to Tang He's words, Zhang Weida's face first had a hint of surprise, then a trace of excitement flashed across his face, and then there was the kindness of an elder.

After Tang He finished speaking, Zhang Weida put down the pen in his hand, walked around from the desk, and beckoned Tang He to sit in the reception area on the right side of the room, unable to hold back the interested smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't stand still, young man. Come on, come on, come and sit here. ”

When pouring water for Tang He, Zhang Weida noticed the thick file bag that Tang He put on the coffee table, which should be the novel manuscript Tang He said.

Zhang Weida also sat on the sofa, he crossed Erlang's legs, and his face was a kind expression of a literary bigwig who cared about the end of school.

"That's what you call a novel manuscript. Can I take a look first?"

"Okay, okay. ”

Tang He stopped his slightly exaggerated performance, and hurriedly took out the printed draft of "The Legend of Wukong" from the file bag on the coffee table and handed it to Zhang Weida.

"The Legend of Wukong? Interesting ......"

Zhang Weida took the manuscript, looked at the title of the book on the simple cover and muttered to himself, then put the printed manuscript on his lap, opened the text, and looked at it with ten lines at a glance. After reading a small part, he let out a "huh", then thought for a while, and then went back to the first page to look again, and the cocked Erlang's legs were also put down.

Tang He watched Zhang Weida's every move a little nervously, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, Zhang Weida was attracted by "The Legend of Wukong".

The first step of the long march has finally been taken.

In other words, I came to the door rashly and finally got off to a good start.

And the next part is what really matters!

Tang He was thinking about the next plan while looking at Zhang Weida's office aimlessly.

Several magazines stacked on the coffee table attracted Tang He's attention.

Although I can't pick it up and flip it through, I can see from the cover of the magazine called "Shanghai Finance" on the top that this is a magazine about stocks.

Sure enough, this guy likes to speculate on stocks!

Tang He had never speculated in stocks in his previous life, so he didn't know anything about the stock industry.

However, some stories and some major events in the stock market, in his previous life, he always listened to a few colleagues who speculated in stocks talk about it.

Recalling carefully, the memory of the Chinese stock market in 1997, Tang He's first impression was the 98 Southeast Asian financial crisis.

American tycoon Soros joined hands with international travel capital to first collapse the finances of Thailand and several other countries in 97, and then targeted Hong Kong Island, which had just returned, and he wanted to be an air port index. Unexpectedly, he was later attacked by the Chinese government, and he almost didn't even have any pants left, and finally came to a conclusion: regret Southeast Asia is easy, regret China is difficult.

Then there is the fact that in 1997, the Chinese stock market seemed to have suffered a bear market. The reason why I have this memory is that during the bear market in 05 in my previous life, a colleague of Tang He and Tang He sighed that the stock crash in 05 was almost exactly the same as in 1997.