"I said that there will be a limit limit, which means that there will be a limit, where do you come from so many whys." Dill frowned slightly, and a wave of impatience welled up in her heart.

"You kid, how can you talk to your father?" Father Zhang turned his gaze to dill, and there was a slight reproach in his words, "Pay attention to your attitude, is this what your mother usually taught you?" ”

"How do I teach my children again," Zhang's mother's footsteps came from far and near, "I kind of understand, all the bad problems of the child are learned from me, and all the good habits are your credit, isn't it?"

Zhang's mother's voice was as sharp as ever, and Dill covered her ears with a headache to block the attack of the super sonic wave.

Father Zhang took a breath, as if he was going to fight-for-tat, but when he spoke, he suddenly stopped, "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you today, I still have something to do." ”

"Not as knowledgeable as me? I think you're just poor and speechless. Got business to do? What's the serious business with that stock? Falling every day, losing money every day......" At the door of the study, Zhang's mother was still chattering.

Fortunately, Zhang's father focused all his energy on stocks, and he didn't care about the quarrels with her. Zhang's mother fought alone for a while, feeling bored, so she stopped talking.

"Tingting, this is the stock you said you want to go up and down?" Zhang's father pointed to the stocks that were still showing a downward trend on the board, and smiled a little sarcastically, "It's not that Dad doesn't believe you, but the reality in front of us can't allow us to daydream." Yesterday you did judge some stocks accurately, but that was just your luck and guess right, and the future trading still depends on long-term experience and solid knowledge. ”

As he spoke, Father Zhang will open the trading interface and sell all the shares he holds.

Dill frowned, but did not stop Zhang's father's operation. Counting yesterday, I have already reminded Zhang's father three times, the so-called things are only three, since Zhang's father is still bent on going his own way, then dill will not bother to speak.

Dill stood up, and the chair was "clanged" with a loud bang by her sudden uprightness.

"Who are you throwing a tantrum with?" Regarding Dill's venting actions, Zhang's father was obviously dissatisfied.

However, Dill did not stop because of Zhang's father's words, as if she didn't hear it, and left without looking back.

After Zhang's father muttered something behind his back, he quickly refocused on the board.

Dill turned and went into her bedroom, closed the door and unlocked it.

Although she didn't think that Zhang's father, who was focused on the stock market, and Zhang's mother, who was indifferent to her, would come uninvited, but just in case, it was safe to lock the door.

After clicking on the quack radio station and thinking about it slightly, Dill registered an account.

After a few minutes, the page displays a message:

"Congratulations to the user for successfully registering 'Drop Limit'"

System: The host, the person who speculates in stocks, Tujili, has a name that means that the market is good and can make money, you look at the name you take, what is it?

Dill curled the corners of her lips, "Can you make money if the name means good?" Namji, you are as superstitious and vulgar as those people. ”

The system you call superstitious and vulgar is offline.

Following the memory of the original owner, Dill found a small key in the second drawer on the right side of the desk, and used this key to open the lock on the third drawer on the left.