Lu Fanhong was too busy during this time and had no time to do short-term, and the market was also unstable, and the volatility was quite severe.

Recently, the stock market of the United States has fallen greatly, everyone has been bullish for 10 years, and it is time to rest, who makes the family a superpower, as long as it roars, the earth will tremble.

To be on the safe side, he can only buy long-term, high-quality large-cap stocks.

He took two-thirds of his position to buy a wafer material stock, which was called Tianyuan Crystal.

The stock fluctuated slightly up and down, slowly rising along the five-day line at the 30°C angle.

This time, he did not have a full position, leaving some funds to wait for the opportunity to speculate in the short term.

The money he made from stock speculation was not good, he didn't dare to move, and he kept his position short.

Every time he operates, he will issue instructions in the stock trading group of relatives and friends.

Jin Dashao has been very depressed in the past two days, and someone Tai Sui actually came up to break ground, or Yang Xiaohu, a little dick he didn't want to look at.

But when I sent someone to talk about it, I found out that Yang Fan and Yang Xiaohu were uncles and nephews.

This earth-headed snake who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, he is also dumbfounded.

Today, he personally led the team to find Yang Fan, and the reply was: hand over the preliminary design draft in 5 days, and compete fairly.

Now he has no bottom in his heart, what is his cousin's material, he knows best, following him for so many years, drinking and picking up girls is still a little creative, doing business, he is an unreliable master.

So, he thought about it, but he still had to win over Yang Xiaohu, he called, and persuaded Yang Xiaohu to help him, and the printed matter would also be made for United Zongheng, and he would also give a 10-point rebate.

But Yang Xiaohu didn't even think about it, so he rejected him.

I don't know how to lift, but he looks good with you, and he's like he just ate a fly and died of nausea.

Lu Fanhong listened to Yang Xiaohu's report and knew that Jin Dashao was making small moves, but he didn't take it seriously, because he was afraid that the time was too tight and Zhen Xiaowan would not be able to play perfectly.

He called Zhang Ting and asked her to be Zhen Xiaowan's assistant in the next few days, and multiple people would always be faster.

He told Zhang Ting about the idea of making a book directly, and Zhang Ting said that it would not work with the proofing method, because the book is double-sided printing, proofing is just to look at the color and outlets, and the proofing machine cannot be double-sided, even if it is typed, the front and back sides are not aligned.

He asked Zhang Ting what to do? Zhang Ting said that there is a way, there is a digital printing machine near their advertising department, no need to expose the plate, enter the graphic design drawing, and immediately print eight color pictures.

Lu Fanhong thought to himself that he was really lonely, the development of science and technology is changing with each passing day, and digital technology has penetrated into all fields of production and life.

He praised her on the phone for being smart, repeatedly emphasizing that he had to design it on the fifth night, and that he would work with her to make the book.

Zhang Ting is a very careful girl, she also specially greeted the handsome guy who drove the digital printing press, and worked overtime on the fifth night.

The waiting in the past few days made Lu Fanhong a little breathless, he picked up the phone several times and wanted to call Zhang Ting to ask about the progress, but he didn't, he was afraid that it would affect their thinking.

Before getting off work on the fifth day, Zhang Ting finally called.

"Director Lu, we are almost done, we are checking and revising, and it is estimated that the draft will be completed before 12 o'clock." Zhang Ting was excited.

"Yes, yes, you guys have worked hard." Lu Fanhong fell to the ground with a stone.

"Sister Zhen hasn't slept for two days, I'll tell him to rest when I'm done, I'll buy her something to eat, she hasn't eaten all day today."

Lu Fanhong knows how hard these two girls have worked.

"After finishing the manuscript, no matter how late it is, you call me, I will come to pick you up, and finally work hard to make the book."

"Okay, Director Lu, I'll be busy first."

In the evening, it's 11 o'clock, and Fluttershy sees her husband walking around the living room, restless.

"Husband, it's hot in the bed, why don't you go to bed?" Fluttershy beckons him to sleep in bed.

"There's still something going on in the factory, I'm going to go out in a while, you can sleep first."

"What's the matter at that late hour! Is there still a concubine waiting for you? Fluttershy is teasing her husband again.

"Tomorrow we have to bid, and tonight we have to make a sample book." My husband explained.

"The slave family will not wait for you, the slave family is huhu." My wife is already sleepy.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and he went out while answering, he knew that it was so late, it would only be Zhang Ting's call.

He drove the Corolla, according to the WeChat positioning, and soon came to Zhen Xiaowan's downstairs, where Zhang Ting was already waiting.

Zhang Ting got into the car, he asked Zhen Xiaowan why she didn't get down, and Zhang Ting said that she had fallen asleep.

When he saw Zhang Ting's dark circles, his heart hurt.

When they came to the digital printing shop, Zhang Ting called first, and the handsome guy had already started the printing press and had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Ting took out the mobile hard drive, plugged it into the computer, and the machine began to read the data.

Lu Fanhong felt very fresh and asked the handsome guy how much this machine was, and the handsome guy said that the boss bought it, and the specific price was not clear, but he knew that the Japanese Ricoh Digital eight-color printing machine was about 500,000.

Lu Fanhong liked this printing press very much, he wanted to buy one, put it in the store, and in the future, there would be a short-run printing business, and the quantity below 500 would be printed with this machine.

After reading the data, Zhang Ting selected the paper required for the design, and printed it quickly, and it was all done in half an hour.

Zhang Ting counted, there are 80 photos, one is 20 yuan, only 1600 yuan, plus the cover is glued 15 yuan, a total of 1615 yuan was spent, he knows that it will not be less than 5000 yuan when it is used to make a pattern.

He calculated again, eight open is equal to 4 pages, and one page is only 5 yuan, such a good thing must be bought.

Zhang Ting paid the money, opened the ticket, took the printed page, and returned to the store.

There is no folding machine, Zhang Ting can only fold and cut by hand, Lu Fanhong is on the side to help, they are very careful, there is only one copy, and if it is broken, all the work will be lost.

It took another two hours to finish the book glue-binding, and finally, Zhang Ting used a paper cutter to cut the edges of the book neatly, and it was done.

Lu Fanhong flipped through the magazine book samples page by page, which was no different from factory printing, and the typesetting was very neat, and there were no traces of handiwork, which was all due to Zhang Ting.

He carefully read the content again, and it was indeed done at a very professional level, especially the cover, Lu Fanhong, a person who doesn't understand art, felt the visual impact.

He put the book in his bag, looked at his phone, it was already half past three at night, and he asked Zhang Ting, "Have you had dinner?" ”

Zhang Ting shook her head.

"Then go under the overpass and get something to eat!" He asked her.

"Well, I'll go if you go." Her voice was weak.

They came to the well-known ghost food stall in City C, and one of them asked for a bowl of hoof flower soup, and he also asked her for a plate of fried rice noodles with eggs.

Lu Fanhong looked at Zhang Ting's gobbling up food, it is estimated that he has not eaten seriously for a few days, and his heart suddenly hurts again.

When the two were about to finish eating, Zhang Ting snorted softly: "Brother Lu." fell asleep on his lap, Lu Fanhong paid the bill, picked her up and walked towards his Corolla......