In order to avoid falling deeper and deeper in the alley romance, it was not yet six o'clock today, and Su Hang, Gan Xin, and Zhang Yi rode out on their bicycles.

Crossing the cotton spinning road, you come to the industrial road, not to the north, but to the south.

Walk fifty or sixty meters east of the road and you will come to a lively breakfast shop.

There is only one façade, the signboard is 'Liu Ji Hu Spicy Soup', and there are several rows of narrow tables more than a foot long and one foot wide outside the store, and the time is still early, but most of the people are already seated.

The familiar smell of food in the air made Su Hang feel a faint nostalgia again.

After parking the bicycle, the three of them stepped forward, and the lean middle-aged man in his fifties, who was busy behind a row of soup pots, immediately showed a smile: "What to eat?" ”

Zhang Yi spoke first: "One bowl and two mixtures." ”

The two mixtures are Hu spicy soup and tofu brain, which is both appetizing and nutritious, and is also the favorite of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The boss agreed, looked over, Su Hang said: "I also have a bowl of two mixtures, and the other ......" glanced at the yellow fried fish in the small basket next to the soup pot, and said: "...... Another bowl of small fish soup. ”

The boss served two bowls of tofu brain, waited for a young man with a similar face to him to serve them to the guest, took a new bowl, and looked at Gan Xin: "The young man is very good to his girlfriend." ”

Hu spicy soup, tofu brain or two mixtures are all five cents a bowl, but the small fish soup requires a piece.

Gan Xin was puzzled.

Su Hang smiled: "I haven't eaten it for a long time, I want to taste it too." ”

When the boss heard this, he teased again: "It's quite romantic for two people to eat a bowl." ”

Su Hang didn't answer again, and turned to Zhang Yi: "Do you want another yuan of fried buns and a dollar of fritters?" ”

Zhang Yi nodded and walked to the frying stove in charge of the owner's wife on the other side of the store.

Su Hang took Gan Xin to find a seat.

Sitting down opposite Gan Xin, Su Hang looked around and sighed a little again.

I used to come here occasionally for breakfast, which is also a memory of my childhood, and then I wandered away all the year round, and it became a kind of hometown memory.

However, more than ten years later, the old couple who were busy at the moment retired and replaced their son, and the taste of food plummeted, and Suzhou and Hangzhou no longer came.

Three bowls of soup were served quickly.

Su Hang picked up the spoon, but first reached out to the opposite Gan Xin bowl and dug up a few small fish, and said: "Taste, this is fried by Lao Liu himself every day, not freshly cooked food bought in other stores." ”

Saying that it has been delivered to his mouth.

The appearance is crispy, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and advises: "Don't stir, it's not delicious if you soak it too much." ”

Gan Xin hummed lightly, didn't eat it herself, scooped up a layer of small fish on the surface, and sent it to the bowl in Suhang.

After only one or two clicks, Su Hang had already blocked: "Stop, eat, don't be like my mother." ”

Gan Xin still insisted on sending a few more to the Suzhou and Hangzhou bowls, and dug up a spoonful of tofu brains and went back: "Let me try this?" ”

"Hmm."

Zhang Yi brought the fried buns and fritters, put them in the middle, and said, "It's too fast, the fried buns are only vegetarian." ”

"Everything."

Gan Xin saw that the two teenagers quickly picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a fried bun each, and turned to the fritters.

Zhang Yi ate a fried bun in one bite and said one thing: "On the mechanical road, I heard that a very large video hall has recently opened, and there are many good films. ”

Machinery Road is a north-south street in the east of the shantytown, north to Sanhe Hospital, south to the machinery factory, because between the factories and residential areas, it is a street more lively than the industrial road at the foot, restaurants, hotels, dance halls, billiard halls, game halls, video halls and so on.

In the original timeline, the first small restaurant opened by Su Hang's parents was located on Machinery Road.

Su Hang felt Zhang Yi's expectation, and was also a little curious: "If you have time on the weekend, go and see what kind of films?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, anyway, there are Hong Kong and American ......" Zhang Yi glanced at Gan Xin opposite, did not continue, and said: "The ticket price is not expensive, two yuan, it is said that it is okay to go in and see it for a day, and it is not rushed." ”

Of course, I used to watch videos.

Two yuan a day, it's really not expensive, let's just say that the movie theater in the old city, 95 years now, if I'm not mistaken, the ticket price should be 10 yuan a piece, and the film is not as good as the video hall.

Roughly speaking, Zhang Yi turned to another: "Over at the fertilizer factory, how is it lately?" ”

"Recent ......"

Zhang Yi looked over: "You don't know?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's not that because the equipment is too old, Tao Bingli of Fengrui Group doesn't seem to want to contract."

Gan Xin, who had sent a few fried small fish to the bowl of the boy opposite, heard this and looked up.

They have met several times, but Zhang Yi obviously hasn't reacted to the fact that Tao Nuanci is Tao Bingli's daughter.

Gan Xin knew.

There are twists and turns in the contracting of fertilizer plants?

Parents don't say it, Su Hang really didn't pay attention.

After thinking about it a little, I also reacted, no wonder I have received so much manuscript fees recently, and my parents still occasionally show sadness.

However, what you can do has already been done, and this kind of thing, no matter what the result, can only wait patiently.

After eating, Su Hang stepped forward to pay the bill.

The three of them are a total of four pieces of five.

It is inevitable to think that for the time being, it can only be occasional, and I still have to go home for lunch.

Leaving the breakfast shop, riding a little north, and stopping at the door of a stationery store, a small homework book of six yuan, used to it, even if there is a lot of money on hand, there is still no intention of upgrading, I bought five yuan at a time, plus two stacks of manuscript paper, a few refills, and spent ten yuan in a blink of an eye.

Out of the stationery store, seeing Zhang Yi wearing headphones, Su Hang asked, "English?" ”

"Listen to the song."

"The plaything is demoralized."

criticized it, asked Zhang Yi's Baisheng Walkman to come over, replaced the good brother Sinking, and by the way, he gave a headset to Gan Xin.

Still thinking......

If there is a manuscript fee, one should also be added.

Ride to the library.

Gan Xin sat in the back seat, holding the bags of the two of them, carefully holding the Walkman.

in headphones.

A woman repeated for a while, 'There is a cloud made of rain in the wind', Gan Xin didn't feel anything, but it sounded good, and then another song began.

The prelude is messy.

Then a gentle female voice said: "...... Sitting back to back on the carpet, listening to music and talking about wishes, you want me to be more and more gentle, I want you to put me in my heart......"

I liked it right away.

The boy pedaling the car spoiled the scenery: "Flesh, fast forward, fast forward." ”

Gan Xin looked at the Walkman and put a few buttons: "How to fast forward?" ”

"Just the one with two little arrows."

"Oh."

After fiddling with it for a while, it was almost the end of a song before pressing.

After a few moments, the voice resounded in the headphones: "...... The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you......"

Su Hang: "You press 'fast retreat'." ”

"Oh."

Then press again.

“…… There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, blowing and blowing and blowing flowers all over the ground, whenever I think of you again in my heart, but I can't find a trace of pity......"

Su Hang: "......"

Never mind.

Silly girl, she can't even use a Walkman, and it's quite pitiful.

The clouds made of rain drifted by, and the chaotic prelude sounded again, Gan Xin held the Walkman with one hand, and gently leaned over with the other, hugging the boy's waist.

The head is also pasted.

"Sister, isn't it hot?"

Gan Xin's head shook twice on the boy's back: "Brother, it's not hot." ”

Su Hang: "......"

After listening to it, I sat on the carpet all the way and came to the library, but it was not yet the opening time.

The three of them parked the car, sat down at a stone table under the shade of a nearby tree, and practiced spoken English together according to Su Hang's plan, waiting for the opening of the museum.

Eight o'clock.

The library is open.

The three of them first went to the free reading room in the west to find a seat, put down their bags, Su Hang picked out a small homework book he had just bought, and said to the other two: "I'll go next door to check some things." ”

Come to the newspaper reading room on the east side of the hall.

I didn't look for a seat, I searched and recorded them one by one next to the bookshelf, and there were not many literary newspapers and magazines that I had submitted here, so I quickly finished the information I needed.

Su Hang didn't go back to the west immediately, remembering what Zhang Yi said at breakfast, he picked a stack of "Heyuan Daily" in the last few days, walked to a vacant seat and began to browse, and sure enough, he found the relevant news of Heyuan Fertilizer Factory, and there was more than one.

The corresponding articles are basically of a similar caliber:

The equipment of the fertilizer plant is too old, and the company is worried about investment risks, so Fengrui Group intends to withdraw.

If Su Hang was just an ordinary teenager, seeing this, he would only be as worried as his parents. However, as a human being in two lives, I have seen a lot, and when I look at it again, I faintly feel that things are not as simple as they seem.

These articles give the impression that they seem to be ......

Pressure!

Well......

No.

Not right either.

On a platform like "Heyuan Daily", it is impossible to let Fengrui Group make small moves on it.

However, these 'small actions' just came out.

It's as if acquiesced.

So, why is that?

Or...... What do you want to do?

Stuck here, Su Hang frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only give up temporarily.

Move on to other news.

In such a turn, all kinds of current affairs and various names made Su Hang remember a lot of things related to Heyuan, and had further associations.

However, if you think about it, with your current position, it is also in vain.

Again, the starting point is too low.

One poor and two white.

In addition, Hamoto's plate is too small in the end.

There aren't many heads.

So, after reading a few copies of "Heyuan Daily", Su Hang got up and went to pick up a few copies of the provincial "Zhongyuan Daily".

A brief glance at current affairs, Suzhou and Hangzhou turned to the economic sector.

Then I saw the latest stock market information.

I have been tossing for so many years, of course, I have also played stocks, and I came into contact quite early, and opened my own stock account in 2001, but the lack of capital has always been just a small fight within 100,000 yuan.

It's good that it's just a small fight.

However, I remember a lot of stock market information because of this.

After reading only one article about recent indices, with the sharpening effect of memory, Su Hang remembered a series of data.

At present, the Shanghai Composite Index is about 700 points, and on the original timeline, this number will fall to a trough of 500 points at the end of the year, and then, in 1996, there will be a peak, all the way to the end of that year, reaching a high of 1200 points.

Then, in the last month of 1996.

Plummet.

For various reasons, the stock index fell back to a low of 900 points in a short period of time.

Then, in the first half of 1997, it rose all the way to another peak of 1,500 points.

Thinking like this, unconsciously, Su Hang had already written a few numbers in the small book in front of him: 500 to 1200; 900 to 1500.

came back to his senses, looked at it a few times, and then was helpless.

If you can have some capital, even if it's just 100,000 yuan, through the two bull markets in the next two years, roll over, and if you're lucky, you can become a millionaire.

The question is......

Now I am not even a 10,000-yuan household that I am talking about in this era, let alone 100,000 yuan.

I also thought of the 'youth literature' project that was being brewed.

Let's hope it succeeds.

Guarantee, give 100,000, it's good.

But......

Think about it again, even if you miss the next two opportunities, in the future, 99, 01, and even, 08, there will still be.

Not only that, in addition to these general trends, Suzhou and Hangzhou also remember a lot of many bull stocks and even demon stocks in the next 20 years.

It's all an opportunity.

What's more, outside of the stock market, there are more opportunities.

After thinking about it like this, Su Hang felt that, at least, in this life...... Even if it is unsatisfactory, the lower limit will not be too low.

As for the upper limit......

Let's go.

To calm down his restless emotions, Su Hang continued to flip through the newspaper in front of him, and soon, another article triggered Su Hang's association.

The content of the article is simple.

A small piece of tofu, roughly, because of the reduction of domestic mung bean production this year, in the second half of the year, the price of mung beans may rise sharply.

Therefore, Suzhou and Hangzhou thought of a big bustle in the futures market in the second half of 1995.

Most people in China have no concept of futures, and do not even associate these two words with their own country, however, the reality is that as early as 1990, China had its first futures exchange, which happened to be located in Shangdu, the provincial capital of Central Plains Province.

Let's talk about this time in 1995.

In my memory, in the second half of the year, the mung bean futures of the commercial exchange, fueled by all aspects, all the way from about 2,000 yuan a ton to a high of 4,000 yuan, almost doubled.

If the spot is doubled, it's nothing.

The biggest feature of the futures market is leverage.

Mung bean futures is a margin ratio of 5%, which is equivalent to 20 times the leverage, therefore, the rise and fall of a dollar on the futures coupon is 20 times the profit and loss of the corresponding account, so it is conceivable that when the futures price doubles, how much can be earned, and how much will be lost.

In short, after this big excitement in 95, mung bean futures became a big hit on the commercial exchange, and the trading volume continued to rise until 99.

That year, it was so hi.

So high that someone just lifted the plate.

Well.

Not much to say.

Su Hang silently wrote down two more numbers in a small notebook, 2000 to 4000.

And then......

No then.

If you want to join the fun, you have to sneak in now, but this is not realistic compared to the two bull markets in the next two years. After all, you can still play with a few thousand yuan to speculate in stocks, and you can speculate in futures with a few thousand yuan...... Don't make a fuss!

But.

Thinking about it, Su Hang suddenly had another thought.

According to the private plan, he will definitely be in business in the future.

In business, you also need a halo in order to get twice the result with half the effort. However, the aura of the current scholar, or, in the future, the aura of another writer, is of little use.

In contrast, if you can predict the domestic economic trend with a little accuracy, or the development direction of some industries, or...... In short, all kinds of economy-related things, after gradually becoming famous, get an aura that is definitely much more useful than 'scholar' or 'writer'.

Even if you don't achieve anything in the future, you can be an 'economist' in the media, right?

After making up his mind, Su Hang got up and walked to the side of the magazine bookshelf to start selecting.

It's still the way of 'youth literature'.

Submit first!

Then, Su Hang quickly found one, "Shanghai Sea".

I took a look at the relevant information.

It is also sponsored by the Boyi Publishing House in the province, and it also accepts social contributions.

Although it also requires information such as the author's title and work unit, which is obviously higher than the threshold of ordinary literary magazines, after reading the content of this magazine, Su Hang feels that this is not a problem.

Because, this magazine is not so serious.

Not only is it not a professional to boring academic magazine, but it is very entertaining, and all kinds of simple articles are suitable for the public to read at a glance, and correspondingly, they are also suitable for public submission.