PS: Things are done, and today is the third watch. Brothers, support......

When Yang Xia returned home, his assistant Song Mingzhao greeted him warmly and brought hot tea to Yang Xia. Like the habits of his previous life, Yang Xia is not used to drinking Western coffee, but prefers to drink green tea.

Compared with the first two who just met, Song Mingzhao has more consciousness of "cousin", because, in the past few months, what he has seen is not how a son of an official eunuch and a second generation of red are, but how a young man next door is self-reliant, starting from scratch, and gaining a firm foothold in Xiangcheng Port. And to serve such a person, and the arrangement of the superiors, the resistance in the depths of Song Mingzhao's bones has long disappeared.

"There are three phone calls today that require you to make a decision, and at the same time, today is the third week of opening a stock market account, and I have printed out a financial list from the firm. Do you look at your financial list first, or do you deal with phone calls first? ”

"Let's look at the financial list first." Yang Xia is most concerned about his stock market performance. This, but there is no special ability, it is just a synthesis of the memories of his daily reading of securities newspapers and his past life.

Initial account capital: 400,000 HKD; Thereinto:

Initial long-term investment: HK$240,000;

Initial short-term investment: HKD 120,000;

Initial mobile capital: 40,000 Hong Kong dollars.

After three weeks and 15 days of trading, the above figures became:

Total account funds: HKD 486,000; Thereinto:

Market value of long-term holdings: HK$268,000;

Market value of short-term stocks: HK$190,000;

Account Mobility Fund: HKD 42,000.

"Not bad, not bad. In only three-quarters of a month, he earned 86,000 Hong Kong dollars, hey, this is more cost-effective than doing any job, it is really evil capitalism, a society of rich people! After Yang Xia read the report, he looked a little crazy.

"Cousin, haven't you noticed that the return on the long-term investment part is not very good?" Song Mingzhao reminded. Although for three weeks, Yang Xia has held stocks for the long term. It's not that I'm holding it all the time. Instead, they also increased their holdings and closed their positions a few times, but the overall income seems to be inferior to short-term stocks.

"That's it for now. By the way, don't we have another 50,000 Hong Kong dollars in cash? Before the market opens next week. Put that money in as well. Just invest in the short term, so that you have to pay attention to two more stocks every day. ”

"That's right. Cousin, can I put my money into my account to speculate in stocks? Song Mingzhao asked suddenly. In the past few months, the two have also communicated a lot, and some of Yang Xia's concepts are equivalent to abolishing a popular and dedicated female spy, or, making her a firm supporter of opening up, you see, this guy has only been a few months, and he has figured out the Guò stock market to earn his first pot of gold.

"Of course, you can do it, just make the relevant asset accounts clear, and just share the profits." Yang Xia didn't disagree, although Song Mingzhao didn't say that there was anyone else in her family, but Yang Xia probably guessed that this guy must have been born in an ordinary and red-rooted worker family in Yangcheng.

Of course, the working-class families in China have never been wealthy in any era.

"Well, thank you, cousin. Among the three calls, the first call was from Baodao's United Daily News, saying that one of your short stories "The Wolf is Coming" was awarded the annual award by them, with a prize of NT$500,000, and next Friday, they will hold an awards ceremony and invite you to the awards ceremony! ”

"Is it that if I don't go, this award won't be given to me?" Yang Xia thought about it in his heart, 500,000 New Taiwan dollars, about 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, in this era, this can be regarded as a huge amount of money.

"No, no, no. They say they'll book you a ticket if you're going; If you don't go, they'll want you to give a written acceptance speech. As for the winnings, they will send them by postal transfer. ”

"Okay, I'll write my acceptance speech tonight."

"The Wolf Comes" is a short story written by Yang Xia borrowing a fable, the consciousness of the main body is to criticize a certain habit of not speaking honestly in Chinese society, it is true that the Chinese also talked about honesty in ancient times, but also talked about blood, but some people do not talk about it, this is actually a kind of "evil" in the Chinese national character, and "destructive" smashing and looting, it is the evil in the bones, this kind of evil, will soon burn in the Chinese land with the momentum of burning the prairie and no one can stop it.

Originally, Yang Xia could have given the vice chairman a proposal for this issue, but this kind of national character problem, trying to rectify it by administrative means, the effect is not good, of course, it will be better to legislate, and then the government will not pay attention to honesty and law, is it possible that those elders in later generations did not realize its danger? The answer is clearly no.

The Chinese people, in the final analysis, are ancient people, because their Chinese culture is the ancient culture of farming, although it is brilliant, but it has lost some advanced characteristics leading characteristics, so the Chinese people especially need the phoenix nirvana.

The novel is about a Chinese who came to the United States for a living, at the beginning, he won the favor of his neighbors with his diligence and cleverness, and the neighbors liked to help when he was in trouble, but he borrowed the neighbor's kindness to him at a critical time, and did a thing that was only beneficial to himself and slightly unfavorable to the neighbor, although the neighbor had an opinion, but also forgave him.

As a result, this Chinese tasted the sweetness of unkeeping, slowly became unscrupulous, and finally attracted the disgust of all the neighbors. The Chinese felt that he could not live anymore, so he had to move from one town to another. In the new town, he became friends with a tomb sweeper, he sometimes went to see the work of the tomb sweeper, and found that the tomb sweeper swept was the tomb of General Grant, the 18th president of the United States, and what was even stranger was that next to the tomb of General Grant, there was a small tomb, who is this? How dare you bury next to the president!

The grave sweeper told him that this small grave had been around for a long time. In the early years, the land belonged to a farmer, and his five-year-old son died tragically, so a small grave was built in the manor to commemorate his son. A few years later, the farmer had to resell the estate, and he made the only request that his son's tomb be destroyed as part of the land. The buyer agreed to the farmer's request and the contract was written.

Time passed, a hundred years away, the owner of the land changed one after another, the child's name has been impossible to verify, but the child's tomb is still intact, later, this piece of feng shui treasure land was circled by the United States government as General Grant's cemetery, but the local government still abides by the contract and retains the child's grave, so General Grant can only be buried next to the child's grave until contemporary times.

Originally, this Chinese moved a new house and wanted to start all over again, but his son was already sensible and had learned the vice of not keeping his promises, so in the place where the Grant Cemetery is located, although the Chinese have changed their ways, his son continued to live a life of dishonesty, until his son's birthday, a big cake was prepared, but no children came to the door, and the Chinese found out about his son's dishonest vice.

The style of the story has a nostalgic, faint sadness, for the skill of the novel, Yang Xia does not dare to say that he is natural, but he can also get it just right, and it looks natural.

"The second call is from your brother Yang Chongwen in Nanshu, asking you if you are going home for the Spring Festival, and asking you to hang up the phone at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning and return to the Revolutionary Committee of Chiquan District, Wucheng County."

"Oh, I see, you can remind me again tomorrow morning."

Big brother Yang Chongwen called himself? Yang Xia felt strange. The eldest brother is an adult at this time, and he is still a student, and the relationship in his previous life can only be said to be average, not that the relationship is not good, but that in addition to family affection, there is little personal friendship.

"Okay. The third call is from the Hong Kong Writers Association, they invite you to the Hong Kong Writers Association, and invite you to attend the New Year's Forum tomorrow afternoon and the buffet reception in the evening, they said, if you agree to participate, please also call them tomorrow morning so that they can arrange their seats. ”

"The Hong Kong Writers' Union? Okay, I don't know if Jin Dada attended. Yang Xia muttered to himself.

"Which Kim Dada?" Song Mingzhao was a little puzzled.

"Hey, it's Mr. Jin Yong, chairman of Ming Pao." Yang Xia said with some fascination.

Needless to say, Yang Xia was a standard Jin Yong fan in his previous life. Shortly after graduating from university, Jin Yong's novels began to become popular in the mainland, genuine pirated copies, surging, and he couldn't afford to buy a set, so he went to rent a bookstore to rent, which was the first time Yang Xia read Jin Dada's novels. Now that I think about it, Jin Yong's martial arts novels, including the romance novels of his relative Qiong Yao, have solved at least 100,000 employed people in the mainland from publishing to printing to sales to leasing to logistics.

The second time was in the mid-nineties, a powerful publishing house in the mainland publishing industry finished all of Jin Dada's works at one time, and Yang Xia's income was okay at that time, a few hundred yuan a box, Yang Xia directly bought a box and put it at home, and slowly read it again.

However, Yang Xia couldn't read half of the works of Jin Dada's relative Qiong Yao. It's not that Qiong Yao Da is not well written, but since then, there have been prototypes of genre novels, such as Qiong Dada's stories, mostly the stories of Prince Charming and Cinderella, how can Yang Xia see it as a man, it is specially written for girls who love fantasy.

Yang Xia remembers that Jin Dada was born in 1924, only 66 years old this year, although his martial arts novels have long been written, but his career is about to flourish, or a few years, his novels will enter a large country with a population of one billion, become a popular reading book for almost everyone, that is the era when the name Jin Yong is the most widely influential, one of the one billion people in China, two or even three generations are living in the fantasy world built by Jin Yong. (To be continued......)