Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Crooked Strike (5)

It's too old to start your own business, and you can't put it down when you work for others. As a result, Zhang's father pinned the second spring of his career on the stock market.

Zhang's father is a serious man, no matter what he likes or not, whether it is easy or not, he can calm down and persevere.

Twenty-four hours a day, Zhang's father can spend 20 hours sitting in front of the computer screen, gnawing on the stock market terms he doesn't understand little by little, and absorbing all kinds of stock trading knowledge little by little.

In the four years since his retirement, he has spent countless hours and put a lot of effort into learning to trade stocks, but with little success.

In the eight years of stock trading, in the first four years, because of the bad stock market conditions, the million assets lost two-thirds. Although the stock market has picked up in the next four years, it is still sluggish, and Zhang's father has successively lost two-thirds of the remaining assets.

I have to say that some things are indeed not something that can be made up by hard work, and some things can be changed without being serious.

It does take time and energy to trade stocks, but it also requires talent and brains. Zhang's father's EQ may be suitable for being a manager and leader, but his IQ is not suitable for stock trading.

Recalling Zhang's father's bold words in the past, Dill couldn't help but sigh.

Ideally, people can grow into their own wanton appearance, but in reality, they can only honestly accept their current appearance.

I've been sitting on the toilet for a long time, and my dill has some leg numbness. Together, a dizziness, and the head was full of black "little stars".

I rubbed my temples again, probably because no one cared about it, the original owner did not eat three meals a day on time and on time, and his body was a little malnourished.

Dill pressed the phone, and the screen showed the current time - 13.28, and before she knew it, she had been in the bathroom for more than half an hour.

As soon as he opened the door of the bathroom, the sound of "woo lala" broadcast analysis poured into his ears again, and Dill followed the sound to the study where Zhang's father was.

Zhang's father was sitting in front of the computer, staring intently at the time-sharing trend of stocks on the screen, without even blinking his eyes, as if he was afraid of missing any changes.

Dill pulled over the chair that was placed aside, sat down next to Zhang's father, and began to look at the time-sharing chart on the screen.

seemed to feel the changes around him, Zhang's father subconsciously looked sideways, and after finding out that it was his daughter, the expression on his face was a little surprised.

"Tingting is here," compared to the confrontation with Zhang's mother, she was obviously much kinder to Zhang Ting, "Dad remembers that Tingting never liked to watch these before?" ”

Dill didn't look away from the screen, nor did she answer according to Zhang's father's words, but pointed to the stock on the screen and said, "Hurry up and get out of this point." ”

Father Zhang was stunned for a moment, looked back at the time-sharing chart in front of him, and said: "This stock has been held by my father for nearly a month, and it is finally considered to have risen back without losing money. ”

"Hehe" Dill couldn't help but sneer, "Father, if you don't want to hold this stock for another month, you can sell it now." ”

"Why?"

Dill didn't answer Zhang's father's question, but continued to stare at the stock in front of her.

"Okay, listen to my daughter, anyway, this stock won't lose money now, just come out." Zhang's father's tone had an obvious sense of accommodation, as if he was conniving at his little girl's nonsense, and had to change his original plan.