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", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] Just when Fan Wuxian sighed that there was nothing challenging in his life, the challenging things came.

At the end of February, in order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm and protect the sustainable development of the securities market, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange announced the suspension of new listings.

The stock market is the government's ATM, that's right, when you need to withdraw money, you only need to sacrifice the big killer of issuing new shares, but the overall capacity of the domestic stock market is still too small, otherwise there will be no hundreds of millions of funds of the bookmaker can be invincible in China's stock market.

Therefore, when the news of the suspension of new listings came out, the domestic stock market began to skyrocket. In a month, the stock market rose by more than 60%, and the entire Chinese stock speculation mood was ignited by this sudden surge.

At this time, everyone wanted to enter the stock market with red eyes, but the traders who chose to be in China clearly saw the huge risks faced in the stock market, and they began to retreat after informing Fan Wuxi.

Sure enough, in April, the stock market began to plummet, and then began to fall all the way down, as if it was never-ending, and the whole market was in a gloomy fog.

\\/\ Probably Fan Wuxi's trader is too capable, this method of profit has attracted the attention of the Securities Regulatory Commission, and they began to investigate the matter to see if there is a problem with illegal operations.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Fan Wuxian also felt a little headache. Originally, he asked his subordinates to practice their hands and help his friends make money by the way, but he didn't expect that the domestic regulators couldn't see others making money, and he didn't know how to deal with this matter.

But one thing is very clear, the money that has been earned will never be spit out.

However, this matter cannot be involved in Shanghai's security department, otherwise the crime of embezzlement of public funds and stock speculation will be enough for them to bear.

Fan Wuxi rubbed the corners of his forehead and instructed.

"Now that the domestic market situation is not good, you will start to slowly increase your holdings, at least this will not cause disgust from the regulators, focus on entering a few junk stocks with poor performance, and wait until the absorption is enough, consider restructuring matters, I think we should also show them the operation of the stock market." The current domestic stock market is too weak, weak enough to be controlled by market makers, and so weak that there is no operational technical content at all.

\\/\ As long as you have money. It is completely possible to sit in the bank and watch the stock rise and fall according to your own wishes, and the regulator's policy is even more rotten, often with hindsight.

They have never thought about seriously learning from foreign countries, and it is very easy to learn a little professional knowledge from a country like the United States, which has established a sound stock exchange market operating procedures, but unfortunately the management is unwilling to make this effort.

Or they are consciously reluctant to see these problems, and only wait until something big happens to think about making small changes to the rules.

Fan Wuxian himself guessed very viciously, not that they didn't know how to play the stock market, but that once the rules were perfected, they were worried that they wouldn't be able to play.

Otherwise, there is no reason for this. For this matter, Fan Wuxian had to leave the rock and return to Shanghai to deal with it personally.

Seeing that it is already May, but the weather is good here in Shanghai, Fan Wuzhi has to go back to the school to wander around to see what has happened recently, and whether there is anything related to him?

After the homeroom teacher Ren Xiaorou saw Fan Wuxi, she shook her head a little lamented,

"Stand up to you, the student. \///\\ I'm really speechless. ”

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that, right?" Fan Wuxian said with a grin.

"I don't need you to worry about it in normal times, and I can earn you face during the exam. What's not to like? ”

"I'm just curious, it's a bit of a surprise that you're back before the exam." Ren Xiaorou said unceremoniously to Fan Wuxi.

"It's not all about implementing new work, and seeing what changes are made to the curriculum in the school, it's better to make adjustments as soon as possible." Fan Wuxi's face is quite thick.

For a long time, China has been implementing a system of no more than eight hours a day and no more than 48 hours a week.

Since the reform and opening up, there has been a lot of deliberation on reforming the working hours system. In February, the State Council promulgated the "Provisions on the Working Hours of Employees", which changed the working hours of employees to no more than eight hours per day and 44 hours per week, that is, a five-and-a-half-day working week, starting from March 1.

In this way, the study time in the school has also been adjusted accordingly, so what Fan Wuxian said is also reasonable, but for him, there is basically no difference between five and a half days a week and six days a week, anyway, he is a model of habitual non-class.

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"It's just the right time for you to come back-" Ren Xiaorou said to Fan Wuxian with a straight face,

"There are new regulations in the school this semester, in order to improve the overall quality of students, all students in school must take at least one elective course and pass the corresponding exam, otherwise the total score of this semester will be invalid." That's nothing, huh?

Fan Wuxian thought to himself, no matter how many exams he takes, he can easily cope with them, so what does it matter?

I really don't know why Ren Xiaorou mentioned this matter? Seeing Fan Wuxi's somewhat disapproving appearance, Ren Xiaorou snorted and said to him,

"This semester's elective classes are called in class, and the records are published, which means that as long as you miss classes three times in a semester, you don't need to take the exam." Yes?

！ Fan Wuxian said in his heart, this is not a pit person?! I don't know how many times I've missed classes, so naturally I don't have the opportunity to take the exam, which means that even if I take the exam for the required courses this semester.

Nor can it be achieved

"Am I not finished, then?" Fan Wuxian touched his nose and said a little depressedly. \\\\ Although my mother Zhang Mei went to Beijing to solve the marriage problem between my sister and my brother, this definitely doesn't mean that she doesn't care about her own affairs.

Fan Wuxian didn't want this kind of situation, he believed that the school would not really do such a desperate thing.

Since Ren Xiaorou didn't inform herself from the beginning, it means that things are still turning around, at least she doesn't need to go to the old men in the school to talk about it, in that case, it is indeed a bit of a discount.

"You have only one choice now." Sure enough, Ren Xiaorou still left a choice for Fan Wudi.

"What choice?" When Fan Wuxian heard this, he immediately asked.

"It's a headache, but maybe you can do it." Ren Xiaorou looked at Fan Wuxian and said,

"The school has organized a martial arts elective class this semester, and you can go and participate in this."

"That's normal, huh?" Fan Wuxi felt a little puzzled. It's just a martial arts elective. What's so strange, let Ren Xiaorou mean, as if it's a little greasy?

"It's not so ordinary—" Ren Xiaorou replied a little helplessly. After listening to Ren Xiaorou's explanation, Fan Wuxian felt a little crying and laughing.

It turned out that it was understandable that the school had run this martial arts elective course, but this way of obtaining the qualification was a bit debatable, and the teacher was invited from the people at that time, an old man with a lot of kung fu.

In order to motivate everyone to learn traditional Chinese martial arts, the old man set the rule, no matter how many students take this course, when it comes to the final exam, they will completely rely on actual combat to solve problems.

Other words. Out of 10 students, only six were able to pass in the end, and these six students were the top six students who won the competition against each other.

The old man was also kind, but in the end he found that something was wrong, at the beginning, there were indeed many students who signed up for this course, but as time went by, the number of people became smaller and smaller, and now, there are only ten students left who are still insisting on learning.

And among these ten students. Six of the students are international students from Japan.

"If you participate, it's eleven students." Ren Xiaorou said to Fan Wuxi.

"You don't need to read the lecture notes for this? Why didn't they learn? Fan Wuxian felt full of suspicion.

"They compete once a week. Those students who lagged behind naturally felt that there was no hope of passing, so they withdrew, and as a result, after more than ten weeks, there were not many students left to persevere, if it weren't for the fact that there were six Japanese students in it, it is estimated that there would not be even four left. Ren Xiaorou explained.

"Could it be that those six Japanese students are very good at kung fu?" As soon as Fan Wuxi heard Ren Xiaorou's words, he guessed a little outline.

"You're so smart—" Ren Xiaorou couldn't help but praise Fan Wuxian. Six Japanese students actually beat the invincible opponents of Fudan, which made the old man feel very depressed, but he emphasized that there is no class in education, and he cannot discriminate against the Japanese, so he sent cruel words, as long as he can defeat these six Japanese students, no matter how many classes he misses, it doesn't matter if he takes an elective course! Fan Wuxian touched his chin and smiled bitterly,

"For the sake of credit, those Japanese students had to be a stepping stone for me to become famous. No wonder some people say that behind every successful Ultraman, there are several little monsters that are silently beaten. ”

"What you say is quite philosophical." Ren Xiaorou said with a smile after hearing this. Three more delivered,Behind every successful Ultraman,There are several little monsters that are silently beaten,Every successful author carries countless readers who silently vote for the month,Everyone,Come on with the little wolf************* (to be continued,If you want to know what will happen next,Please log in.,More chapters.,