Speculation is a profound science, and speculators are a dangerous and high-risk profession, and those who engage in this profession need to have a business quality that far exceeds that of any other industry. A successful speculator must be:

Master of strategic layout, not moved by short-term small profits, learn from Warren Buffett to buy stocks;

must be a master of psychoanalysis, able to accurately grasp the psychological changes of various characters around him, at least as smart as Lu Xiaofeng's nose;

must have the skills of a detective, and be able to find out the real clues hidden from the cumbersome and chaotic information, but you must be careful, and be wary of the tragic ending of being deceived from the palace like Zuo Lengchan;

Be willing to be a green leaf, don't fight for safflower, the danger of safflower being plucked is too great, and speculators who fight for saffron often end up miserable, just like Uncle Saddam.

Being a green leaf does not mean that there is no strength, speculators must have strength in their hands, not only must have ruthless characters like Brother Xiaoma, but also have big money owners like Li Chaoren as allies.

In addition, you must grasp the profit point, don't dream or be arrogant, just like the dwarf on the island, dreaming on the island all day long, and finally fooling himself so much that he is about to become crazy;

Finally, the most important point is that speculators must also have a bottom line and keep it firmly, Wei Xiaobao also knows how to fish for a few years, you can't be inferior to him.

Looking through the 24 histories and the legends of Europe and the United States, there are basically no speculators who fully meet these conditions, or there is no record at all, because the superb speculators have grasped the above points.

The valley temple of buckling in western Zhejiang is famous, it is said that it was formed in the era of Tang Wu Zetian, it has been more than 1,000 years from now, although it has gone through the war, but the incense is still prosperous, the villagers of ten miles and eight towns around the beginning of spring every year come to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, pray for the wind and rain, and the five grains are abundant. Yunqiao Town under the mountain also has to hold the annual noisy god of grain, each village has sent a strong man to dance the dragon, the handsome girl pretends to be a boat lady, blowing and blowing along the way to make a lively noise to the town, this is a major tourist feature of the local area, at this time of year many tourists even come from Hangzhou and Shanghai.

The early spring has dewed, the cold wind is still biting, and although there are not many pilgrims, the Ceres Temple is still full of cigarette smoke. A young man in a long robe reverently shook the lottery, "horn click", a stick jumped out of the stick, the young man picked up the lot, turned around and walked towards the lottery.

"The tired master unsigns." The young man respectfully handed his hand to the white-bearded monk behind the table, the monk took the sign, squinted at it, took a book on the table, opened it and scratched it on the paper with his fingers to the target, and read in his mouth: "Hongchen Road is a guest, the treasure sheath is difficult to hide the cold of the sword, the pride is a scholar's ambition, and the white clouds are deep in my home." He raised his head and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is asking for." ”

"The road ahead." The young man pondered for a moment.

After reading, the old monk looked up at the young man, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said: "The donor asks about the way forward, and I will not hide it, this is the lottery." Judging from the sign, the benefactor has encountered a bizarre encounter, but his ambition is high, and the future is unpredictable. Amitabha, the Buddha has clouds and good roots to seek good results, and the donor should not think about gains and losses. Amitabha. ”

"Thank you, Master." The young man took out a silver dollar from his bosom and placed it on the table, then leaned forward slightly to salute.

Out of the mountain gate, the young man went down the steps, the mountain wind was blowing slowly, and the branches had already spit out new green, but he didn't seem to have the intention of appreciating the mountains in early spring, but just read in a low voice: "Hongchen Lu Yao is a guest, a guest...... a guest, a guest, yes, I am a guest of this era." But I'm a guest and can't go back, this God, it's really a bird. ”

"Ceres, God, if any of you let me go back, I will definitely reshape your golden body, and I will definitely be your most devout believer, no longer fooling around with those little stars, no longer corrupting state cadres, and I must be an honest man, Amitabha."

Slowly, the young people walked to the town, Yunqiao Town is not big, there is a street at the end of the town, occasionally a few alleys, there is a stage in the center of the town, there are always a few groups of troupes that run the rivers and lakes to perform here every year, and several big clans in the town often invite them to entertain the villagers during the New Year's holidays.

He has been here for a few months, and from the point of view of a young man, the people here are simple, the interpersonal relations are simple, and if there is anything, it is organized and coordinated by the big family or the patriarch, and in the few months he has been here, he has encountered two such things, one of which is that he recognized his father.

It was more than a month after he woke up, and he always thought it was a game set up for him by a few bad friends, from the beginning of the funny, suspicious, numb, confirmed, and dead-hearted. He was grateful to the old couple who rescued him, if it weren't for them, he would have either frozen to death or fed wolves like Xianglin's son, but there wouldn't be a woman who would go around saying, "I'm so stupid." So he finally decided to recognize the old couple as parents, the desolate old couple under their knees were very happy, they were not rich, they held three or four tables of "luxurious" banquets, invited the clan neighbors, he also gave three kowtows to the righteous father and mother in public, became the son of this named Zhuang Laishun, and also entered the Zhuang family tree, changed his name to Zhuang Jihua, Jihua is his name in later life, parents who immigrated to the United States hope that their children will always remember that they are Chinese.

This simple atmosphere made him dare not confirm whether he was in the legendary "Republic of China" era, because in the books he had read, this era should be chaotic, the peasants were miserable, and the landlords had no surnames, on the contrary, he saw that the relationship between those landlords and peasants was completely different from that in the books or in some TV dramas, at least better than the migrant workers in the previous life, at least for now.

Bluestone slabs, warped corner towers, swirling light smoke, men carrying bamboo sticks, little daughters-in-law with buns, big girls with bangs and long braids, few women wearing cheongsam, occasionally walking by one, but it is by no means the kind of high slit that is common in later film and television dramas, breaking through the sky to the calf bend, the elegant posture is also eye-catching, the town is simple, pure and natural.

Zhuang Jihua Shi Ran walked on the street, looking at the shops on both sides from time to time, but he had no intention of entering. Before he went up the mountain, he brought himself to the only valuable thing in this era - a watch, sent it to the pawnshop, in exchange for 360 oceans, the old Chaofeng clearly told him that this watch must be more than this number, but if you really want to sell it, you can only go to Shanghai, Nanjing, a big city, and you can only accept it in desperation, this is a gift from his father when he graduated from graduate school, even in the United States, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars, and other things he brought to this world, mobile phone credit card RMB and US dollars can only be seen, at first he thought that the dollar was still money, When he was happy, he saw the words series2002 next to the portrait of the American pioneer, so he ...... had to admit that he was a poor man of this era.

Unconsciously, he saw a tea disguise swaying in front of him, and then he felt a little thirsty, and after coming out for more than a long time, he also found what he wanted, and wandered around exhausted. The restaurant teahouse, the place where the news of the rivers and lakes written by literati and ink writers spreads.

There are three sedan chairs parked at the door of the teahouse, and several sedan chair drivers sit crookedly and drink water and chat. Stepping into the teahouse, the guy diligently led him upstairs, he didn't say anything, he naturally followed upstairs, found a position facing the street and sat down, asked for a plate of osmanthus cake, a plate of small Su cakes, a pot of cloud tea, and began to look at the guests upstairs when the guy was Zhang Luo.

Perhaps it was the cold of early spring, there were not many guests upstairs and there were only five tables, and the farthest away from him were two people who looked like merchants, and on the left were three old men playing chess, and soon his attention was attracted by a table of people sitting in the middle, this table was also two plates of snacks in the middle, but there were more plates of pine nuts, and there were three people sitting around, the one in the middle was a little older, and looked a little thin, wearing a blue cloth gown, wearing a pair of enamel glasses on his face, leaning back on the chair; The left-handed man wore a gray cloth robe and had a serious face, but his most striking thing was his bald head; The person on the right looks more pleasing to the eye, with a flat head, a Chinese face, and a suit rarely seen in the local area, and the two have a straight waist in common. The left and right tables were clearly their entourage, which was what attracted his attention.

"The school is about to start, and I hope that my brother can go back to preside over everything as soon as possible." The accent of the suit has a strong Cantonese flavor.

"Many students, you also know that the school is about to open, but there is no money, no venue, equipment, and teachers, how can the school do? Those smokers are still making things difficult, Mr. is busy with affairs, and he can't take care of them, and it's okay for me to suffer some grievances, but in the long run, what should the school do, and stop it in the middle of it, making people laugh, it's better to stop it. The bald man said with resentment.

"I have talked to my brother several times, and my husband has made up his mind this time, and the school must be done. As for other affairs, Brother Zhongkai promised not to let his brother worry about it, and the brother only needed to teach with his heart. Moreover, the wicked also promised their full support, and there is nothing to worry about in the future. ”

"Wicked? Hmph" the bald head snorted twice, "The wicked are not credible, and he is plundering in the name of doctrine." I don't believe that I can always work with them to succeed. The gentleman insisted on his own opinion, and it was inevitable that he would be harmed in the future. ”

"Otherwise, I have recently studied the doctrine of the wicked, and it has something in common with the ideas of Mr. Guo, and Mr. Guo has decided to unite with it, and we should do our best to help, and my brother often calls himself a believer of Mr. What the bald man said made the suit a little excited, and his tone couldn't help but be direct.

At this time, he sat on the chair with glasses crooked, reached out and picked up a piece of small soda cake, "Chicken stone, more life, taste, this small soda cake is soft and delicious, on this cloud tea, the most defeating fire, taste a piece." ”

The bald man seemed to have a lot of respect for his glasses, so he kept silent and picked up a pine nut and fed it to his mouth; The suit picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea.

"Jishi......." glasses said slowly after taking a sip of tea.