At noon on September 7, the third issue of this month's Writer's Digest was distributed to newsstand bookstores in the market.

Uncle Qin is a retired worker in his 60s, his children have grown up and have a family, and his retirement life is a bit boring, so he simply got a street newsstand in Wudaokou, and sat on the street every day to sell newspapers and drinks.

"Uncle, how many copies of Writer's Digest do you want?" asked the postman, who came to a speeding stop on his bicycle.

"Come 60 copies, I've bought a little good recently!" Uncle Qin sat on a rattan chair and looked at the Yanjing Morning News, he waited for the postman to count the newspapers and put them down, before he took out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the postman.

After the postman left for a while, Uncle Qin put down the morning newspaper he had read, and hurriedly opened the writer's digest, he smiled and said, "Look at the content of those things in the Ming Dynasty today!"

"Uncle, is Writer's Digest here?" asked a girl with a gentle temperament after getting off the bus, she ran to the newsstand.

"You came just in time, the postman hasn't left for a while!" Uncle Qin asked with a smile, "Little girl, how many copies do you want?"

"Here's five!" the girl said, pulling out the money and putting it on it.

Uncle Qin asked in surprise, "Why do you want so much?"

"A lot of my classmates want to see it!" the girl laughed.

Uncle Qin saw the girl, he sat down slowly with a copy of the writer's digest, and immediately a middle-aged male cadre in a suit and tie came, and he said loudly: "10 writer's digests! 1 People's Daily!"

"Okay, good!" Uncle Qin stood up with a smile and hurriedly counted the newspapers.

"Uncle, give me 2 copies of Writer's Digest and 1 copy of Youth Daily!"

"Good!"

"Uncle, give me 3 copies of Writer's Digest and one reader!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Uncle, I want 1 writer's digest and 1 article report!"

"Uncle, I want 50 copies of Writer's Digest!"

"What, why do you want so much...... I only have 49 copies!" Uncle Qin counted, and he added the one he hadn't seen in his hand by 1.

"Then 49 copies, it doesn't matter if you miss one, I'm a history teacher at No. 1 Middle School, Li Feiteng serialized those things in the Ming Dynasty in the Writer's Digest, and I borrowed his articles to give lectures in class, and the students were very popular, so our school is going to buy a copy of the Writer's Digest for each class!" the teacher explained with a smile.

Uncle Qin sent the teacher away, he glanced at the clock, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Oh, how did I sell my share!" As soon as Uncle Qin sat down, he realized that he had sold all the writer's digests, and he had nothing to read.

"This Li Feiteng is really capable!" Uncle Qin muttered to himself, he pays attention to the news every day, and knows more about Li Feiteng than ordinary people. "It looks like I'm going to get at least 100 Writer's Digest tomorrow!"

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In the editor-in-chief's office of Writer's Digest, Tie Ning was reviewing the contents of next week's newspaper, and after about an hour, she finished her work and pulled out a stack of manuscripts from a drawer.

"Interesting!" Tie Ning was holding the manuscript of those things in the Ming Dynasty in her hand, and she couldn't help but nod her head when she saw the highlights.

"President, great joy!" At this time, Tie Ning's female assistant pushed open the office door, she held a number report in her hand, and gasped excitedly and said: "The sales of the third phase of this month have exceeded 400,000 copies, plus the second and third phases, the total sales of the third phase have exceeded 1 million copies!"

"And as of this afternoon, we've received 200,000 newspaper subscriptions!"

After Tie Ning heard the female assistant's report clearly, she hurriedly took the report and read it carefully by herself.

After reading this, she raised her head in surprise and said to herself: "What's going on?

"Xiaomeng, did you ask the people in the branch, what is the reason for the increase in sales?"

"This, I forgot to ask!" "Assistant Xiaomeng scratched her head, and she forgot all about it when she was excited.

"Okay, you go out, I'll call and ask!"

Tie Ning took out the female assistant, and she quickly took out the phone number of the head of the branch and asked them one by one the reasons for the popularity of the recent issues of Writer's Digest.

After half an hour of investigation and inquiry, Tie Ning smiled happily, the reason was actually - those things in the Ming Dynasty!

Tie Ning buried her head and calculated, and she immediately came to an astonishing conclusion, when those events in the Ming Dynasty were serialized for the first time, newspaper sales had increased by 3.5% compared to before!

At that time, Tie Ning just thought that the sales volume was suddenly increased because of the discussion of Lu Xun's academics, but now it seems that it may not be!

In the second issue of the Ming Dynasty, the sales of the newspaper increased by 5.6%, and the third issue actually increased by 17.6%, and the sales of a single issue have broken through the highest in history!

"It seems that this is the effect of those things in the Ming Dynasty!" After Tie Ning confirmed the conclusion, she immediately called to tell Yan Lao the good news, and then when she called Li Feiteng again, she made several calls that were in a busy state and could not be reached.

Tie Ning had no choice but to call Zhang Ruoying, and only then did she know that Li Feiteng had taken a flight to Shenchuan City this morning!

"This kid knows how to play!"

In the VIP room of the Shenchuan Stock Exchange, Li Feiteng sneezed, he rubbed his nose, wrote a string of numbers on the paper and handed it to the service male guest next to him and said, "Let Manager Zhang throw away this high position!"

"Okay!"

"This stock is sold three times, the first time is half, the second time is a quarter, and the third time is cleared!"

"Shenke is all thrown!"

"Yinghaiwei throws!"

Slips of paper were handed out from the VIP room, and during the day's trading hours, Li Feiteng sold about 56% of the stocks, and his account also received 19.8 million funds.

On this day, Li Feiteng threw so much, but after the stock market opened on the second day, it was still rising.

"You must not be greedy for stock speculation!" Li Feiteng reluctantly left Shenchuan, and he asked the manager to slowly throw out the remaining 44% in the remaining month of this year, which can be regarded as seeking wealth in danger.

Originally, since October, the senior management of securities companies began to issue "12 gold medals" to blow cold wind into the stock market, so that shareholders should not be greedy, and remind them to prevent Dazhuang from manipulating behind their backs and trapping them.

However, it is only in September, and the relevant regulations have been issued for the "12 gold medals", and the news network and the People's Daily have begun to warn the market not to engage in financing transactions and strictly prohibit market manipulation.

In short, Li Feiteng has smelled a storm coming, he is not sure whether the stock market will continue to be bullish until the beginning of next year, but he already feels that the market is high enough, and the return rate has been 102%, and he does not dare to continue to be greedy.

After leaving Shenchuan City, Li Feiteng came to the Shanghai Stock Exchange in Jiangdu, where he invested 80 million bank loans, and it can be said that this is his main battlefield.

Li Feiteng was not in a hurry to leave Jiangdu, he stayed in a four-star hotel, rented a Mercedes-Benz car, and spent time in the VIP room of the exchange on stock market trading days, analyzing the stock market with managers and selling some stocks.

On the day off, Li Feiteng drove around Jiangdu, and in the process of playing, he bought some shops as a foothold for the Internet Café Alliance in Jiangdu next year.

When Li Feiteng walked out of a shop on Nanping Road when the market was closed that day, a ticket seller stepped forward and asked, "Classmate, do you want tickets for Yang Yuying's concert?"

When Li Feiteng heard it, he became interested, Yang Yuying was a singer he liked when he was a child, her voice was very soft, and she always wanted to listen to her concert.

It's a pity that Yang Yuying faded out of the music scene next year, and only returned to the music scene after a few years. In other words, Li Feiteng missed a game now, and this wish may not be realized in the future.

"What kind of ticket are you?" asked Li Feiteng.

"Ordinary back-row tickets, why boss, do you want the front row?" the ticket seller also asked happily.

"Give me the front row!" Li Feiteng nodded.

"This, let me explain to you first, the price in the front row is 200, I don't have it for the time being, do you want to come with me!" said the ticket seller hesitantly.

"Get in the car!" Li Feiteng said and walked to his Mercedes-Benz, and when the ticket seller saw this big run, he hurriedly followed and got into the car.

Under the guidance of the ticket seller, Li Feiteng came to the Jiangdu Opera Studio Building near the concert, and the ticket seller got off the bus and asked him to wait a while to get the ticket.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the ticket seller came over with the ticket, he knocked on the window and said, "Big brother, the price has risen, 300 yuan!"

"300 is 300, give me the ticket!" Li Feiteng took out three red bills, and did not rush to give them to the ticket seller, but after getting the ticket and looking at it, he threatened: "If your ticket is fake, I will find you out after turning over the land of Jiangdu!"

"Big brother, don't worry about this, there is absolutely no problem with this ticket, my ticket is also obtained through guò relations, and it is a long-term reputation business!" The ticket seller took the money and said very sincerely.

Li Feiteng said goodbye to the ticket seller, he drove the car into the parking lot of the opera house, and casually asked a group of sign-holding fans waiting for Yang Yuying's arrival in the square, he looked at his watch, and there was still more than an hour before the concert began to check tickets.

"Yang Yuying!

Li Feiteng wandered around, and when he returned to the opera house, he happened to encounter the scene of Yang Yuying entering the opera house, I don't know that there were thousands of fans gathered at the door shouting, and the scene was very hot.

"It's really crowded!" Li Feiteng sighed and began to line up, a total of five long queues, all the way to the other side of the street, and the traffic police were also on the scene to maintain the masses.

The speed of the five ticket inspectors is also very fast, checking five people to enter the venue every second, and Li Feiteng has been waiting for more than ten minutes before queuing up to enter the venue.

The seat is in the middle of the fifth row, and even if Li Feiteng is not wearing glasses, he can clearly see the scene on the stage.

With the introduction of the host's opening lines, the stage lights and dry ice effect were turned on, and the singer Yang Yuying, who was wearing a white dress, sang the sweet and playful "Tell You Gently", and walked to the middle of the stage.

"Let me tell you gently

The stars in the sky are waiting

Share your loneliness, your joy

What else can not be said

Let me slowly draw closer to you

Stretch out your hands, you and me

……

Yang Yuying's playful, sweet and beautiful singing voice made Li Feiteng have goosebumps all over his body, and he followed the arms of thousands of people at the scene, quietly waving the glow sticks in his hands.

The bright lights above the head of the opera house moved slowly, and when Li Feiteng inadvertently looked at the seats illuminated by the lights, his heart suddenly pounded!

In the front seat under the light, a long-haired girl with red was burning, she was wearing a white dress with suspenders, revealing her white shoulders, she seemed to feel something, and looked back at Li Feiteng, at this moment, Li Feiteng saw the girl's face clearly, very clearly, it was the love he had never found - Linda!

"Linda!" Li Feiteng shouted excitedly.

"Oh oh oh! Yang Yuying, I love you!"

Li Feiteng shouted a few times, but Linda in front of him couldn't hear it at all, and even if she could hear it, there were so many people, and the lights had returned to the stage, the audience was gray, and the only light was the light stick in his hand, and slowly Li Feiteng also lost Linda's position.

He stood up anxiously and wanted to walk out of the middle, but he was stopped just a few places.

"Are you sick, can you get out?" a young man shouted angrily with his eyes open, he just didn't stand up and let Li Feiteng walk out.

"You!" Li Feiteng suddenly became angry, he really wanted to grab this guy and beat him up.

However, Li Feiteng looked at it, and he found that what this young man said was right, there were too many people, and he couldn't find Linda when he walked out.

Li Feiteng walked back to his seat without tears, he was very depressed, could it be that the fate of meeting in the vast sea of people, but there was no way to get together?