In the new week, a newsstand on Industrial Road in Heyuan City, a middle-aged fat boss who changed from a vest to a jacket opened early.

It was just after six o'clock.

After laying out all kinds of newspapers and magazines that are new today, and finally considering putting the 10 copies of "Qingxu" received yesterday in a conspicuous position in front of the window, the fat boss returned to the newsstand, just about to make himself a cup of tea, and read another newspaper, the first guest has come to the door.

Also recognized.

Looking at the petite-faced girl who came with a bicycle outside the window, the fat boss greeted him warmly and said with a smile: "You want "Qingxu", right, I have it today, but it's not much, it's right for you to come early." ”

The fat boss's straightforward words made Yao Ran a little embarrassed, but when he saw a certain magazine, he reached out and picked up one.

The font on the cover makes it easy to find her target, with two article titles in bold and bold:

"Sword Goes to the World".

"Dream Break".

There's another line: 'Why do we write?' ’

Because it was an acquaintance, the fat boss didn't entertain him specifically, and after greeting him, he added tea to the thermos cup, picked up the thermos and began to pour water.

After doing this, he came to the window and sat down, and the fat boss looked at a certain girl who was already flipping through the magazine outside, and took the initiative to find a word: "Girl, you may not know it, I heard a few middle school students say yesterday that this 'participating in business' is indeed our Heyuan's, or a student of the second middle school, tsk, it's really amazing." ”

Yao Ran's thoughts that he had just immersed in were interrupted, he raised his head, nodded subconsciously, and responded softly: "Yes." ”

Remembering yesterday.

A teenager who writes poetry.

Until now, Yao Ran is still entangled with a sentence in "Zhiqiu" in his mind:

Dolls that don't laugh.

Because of their petite faces, from childhood to adulthood, some people often say that the two sisters are tender baby faces.

So, is that poem about yourself?

And why did he mention himself in the poem?

Or is it not yourself, but it may also be ...... Well, yesterday there was a little girl who was still very pretty, also like a doll, and didn't talk much all day, let alone laugh with the others.

But......

Not necessarily.

Perhaps there are other implications.

In short, you can't be sentimental.

No, no, no.

Just thinking about it, his thoughts were interrupted again, and the fat boss mentioned another thing: "By the way, girl, there was another report on 'participating in business' on "On Both Sides of the Yellow River" yesterday, do you want to take a look?" ”

Yao Ran subconsciously searched left and right, and then turned to the fat boss: "Okay." ”

The fat boss took out a copy of "On Both Sides of the Yellow River" of the urban life type from it and handed it out.

Yao Ran took it, looked at the cover, didn't find the target, but didn't turn it again, thought about it, picked up two more copies of "Qingxu", took out his wallet and said: "Boss, count ......"

"I want three copies this time, and it's not easy for others to buy them," the fat boss joked, and said: "You are a regular customer, just give 9 yuan, and the newspaper will be delivered to you." ”

Yao Ran thanked him, paid the money, and hurriedly rode away.

I plan to have breakfast at the hospital, and by the way, I can enjoy my reading time carefully before going to work.

Not long after Yao Ran left, another group of four or five teenagers and girls rode over and gathered in front of the newsstand.

Without waiting for the boss to react, one of the double-ponytailed girls had already excitedly said: "Sure enough, there is, "Qingxu". ”

As if she was afraid of people scrambling, the girl directly grabbed the remaining 7 copies, counted them, and probed in: "Boss, is there anything else, let's make up a whole number of 3 copies?" ”

This is a big order.

Moreover, it is also an acquaintance.

The fat boss stood up, but he could only shake his head: "Girl, I only bought 10 copies in total, and someone just bought 3 copies, and the rest is in your hands." ”

When the girl with two ponytails heard this, she held the magazine tighter, and asked: "Boss, I came to ask yesterday, has the book "Jing Nian" arrived?" ”

"Not yet, we'll have to wait a few days." The fat boss said: ""Zhengmao" is not either, it was sold out yesterday, and other articles with "participating in business" articles, I also specially asked the wholesalers, and they said that they would pay attention." ”

"I have "Zhengmao"," the girl said, still holding a stack of magazines in her hand, while looking at the newspapers on both sides, and instructed her partners: "Look for it, see if there is any news of 'participating in business' today." ”

So we started looking for it together.

Yesterday's article on "On the Two Banks of the Yellow River" about 'participating in business' was found by these teenagers, and the fat boss didn't stop it when he saw this, thinking that when they found it, he would pick it out and put it more conspicuously.

Sure enough, I found it again.

This is a weekly magazine, "Central Plains Style", and there is more than one article on it.

The first report also has a guide on the front page: "Participating in Business" novel collection "Countless Passing Years" will be officially launched on September 16.

Thinking about the recent excitement, the fat boss listened to the double ponytail girl read out the title, and suddenly felt that perhaps, he should also enter a few books when the time comes.

Newsstands also sell books.

The other is a review article: "Don Quixote of Fighting the Sword and Participating in Business".

confirmed a copy of "Central Plains Style", and the others were not found, so a few young boys and girls took another stack of "Central Plains Style", counted 7 copies of "Qingxu", paid the bill, and left happily.

Looking at the golden position vacated in front of the window, the fat boss was a little blind, stunned for a moment, and could only walk out of the pavilion and use the remaining "Central Plains Style" outside to supplement the vacant seat just now.

Then, listening to the questions of the students passing by for the morning self-study, the fat boss quickly picked up the phone again.

For such a popular magazine, I gave 5 copies last time, and 10 copies this time.

What about playing?

Still don't let people do business?

What happened to a street newsstand in Heyuan City was just a microcosm of the countless bookstore retailers in and outside the Central Plains Province on that day.

According to the strategy given by Su Hang, after the first batch of 10,000 magazines was sold out, this Monday, adhering to the idea of not being too full at one time, Boyi had received more than 50,000 orders, but still only sent 20,000 magazines to dealers.

Then, again the day is sold out.

This time, Boyi did not operate, but some media took the initiative to report it.

So the heat increased again.

On Wednesday, September 6, another batch of 20,000 copies sold out in another day.

And then someone gets angry.

Boyi originally planned to come again before completely opening up the supply, but on Wednesday afternoon, Zhong Changlin received a call from a leader of the city government.

Say someone complained.

And more than one.

In short, it is to accuse Boyi of ineffective work, a good magazine, obviously very popular with the people, but it is unwilling to print more at a time, picking and picking, not happy.

Zhong Changlin was trained like his grandson, hung up the phone, but immediately called Li Qing, suppressed his excitement, and gave a series of orders.

Contact the provincial newspaper.

Apologize!

We apologize again!

This time I want a full page!

Otherwise, you won't be able to show your determination to correct your mistakes!

In addition, forget about the third round, notify a dry printing house that cooperates with Boyi, before the next day, must hand over 50,000 magazines, and after that, how much the market wants, we will give.

And so it came to September 7th.

Thursday.

Countless people have seen the 'spectacle' of a magazine apologizing to the public for the second time in a short period of time, and this time it has even made an entire page, as if it were an advertisement.

The content is more sincere.

If you look closely, it turns out that it was criticized by the leadership.

The first reaction of some of the readers who paid attention to the recent "Qingxu" magazine but had no way to buy it was:

You deserve it!

In addition, most readers who didn't pay much attention to the whole thing inevitably became more curious, and after some exploration, they also learned about the strange news that a teenager published 9 articles in January, as well as the eye-catching news of Boyi's '100,000 yuan in advance'.

As a result, when the September issue of "Qingxu" began to be widely distributed, more people began to buy it out of various thoughts.

In this way, the 50,000 copies that have just begun to be distributed seem to be a bit insufficient.

Time doesn't stop.

It's a new day.

Hengyu Building on Huaxin Road in the commercial city.

September 8th.

This is the last trading day of the week.

The trend of mung bean futures yesterday morning was very stable, coupled with the accumulation of some surplus in the account in recent days, Su Quanquan did not come again in the afternoon, but ran to purchase for the festival.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

To be precise, it was the first Mid-Autumn Festival in 1995. This year is also magical, with a leap month in August, so there are two Mid-Autumn Festivals.

As usual, he brought a teacup and books, the difference is that Su Quanquan has recently added a habit of reading newspapers, and he will buy several copies every day, mainly looking for news related to his son.

I found it, and when I returned to my residence, I would make newspaper clippings and quietly collect them.

The pride of the old Su family!

Just like yesterday, when I saw the second 'apology statement' of "Qingxu", even if I had heard my son say some of these ways, Su Quanquan was still inevitably proud.

After all, if there is no son of his own, where does "Qingxu" have the opportunity to apologize to people every day?

Come to the retail investor hall of Xingda Futures.

There were still more than ten minutes before nine o'clock, and Su Quanquan did not look at the usual "Futures Herald" for the first time today, but found out the "Central Plains Daily" to see if there was still any excitement.

As soon as he turned a few pages, he noticed someone walking towards him.

Su Quanquan looked up, and saw that it was the female trader who sat in the trading window more every day, with a beautiful goose egg face, sparse bangs, and big eyes, and he also remembered the other party's name:

Greylet.

Grey Grey really couldn't hold back today, so she came over.

Seeing that Su Quanquan looked at him and was about to get up, Greilee hurriedly raised her hand: "Uncle, I'm fine, just say hello." He gestured to the side: "Can I sit?" ”

Su Quanquan closed the newspaper: "Of course." ”

Greilee sat down, wanting to find another topic to foreshadow, but she couldn't help it, or said directly: "Uncle, why didn't you come yesterday afternoon?" ”

"Isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival," Su Quanquan said with a smile: "Go buy something." ”

Gray Lei also smiled: "Uncle, you have a really big heart, others speculate in futures, and they don't dare to leave for a minute, so you're not afraid of liquidation?" ”

Su Quanquan said: "I have calculated, according to my family's account situation, it will definitely not explode in one afternoon." ”

"Then if it falls too much, you will have to make a margin call?"

"We don't add," Su said, "If it's not enough, reduce the position, and if you lose half, you will clear the position." ”

Greilee felt a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously asked, "And then?" ”

Su Quanquan was also puzzled: "What then?" ”

Greilee said: "If you lose half of it, you ...... Don't go on anymore? ”

"Yes," Su Quanquan nodded, thinking about the kindness that the girl had reminded him of more than once, revealing a little: "This is my son's idea, it's a real loss, just buy a lesson." ”

Greilee remembered a certain teenager who also had a deep memory, she couldn't know Su Hang's mental journey, and of course she couldn't understand why the other party came to this casino-like futures market to buy 'lessons'.

didn't ask, and went further: "Uncle, then...... Do you know yesterday's mung bean futures closing price? ”

Su Quanquan glanced at the girl on the side, and suddenly became a little worried: "It can't be a big fall, right?" ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man finally looked a little anxious, Greilee felt that the world seemed to be normal, but she didn't sell it, and quickly shook her head: "No, it's up, it's a lot." ”

Gray Lei said, Su Quanquan had already flipped through the stack of newspapers next to him to today's "Futures Herald".

Without Greilee giving more answers, Su Quanquan quickly found the mung bean futures price at the close of yesterday: 3328 yuan.

For such a long time, Su Quanquan has been able to perform some mental arithmetic very proficiently.

The price of 50 mung bean futures bought at the beginning was 3,268 yuan, and this time it ...... Each hand has risen by 60 yuan, and one hand is 10 tons, so the answer is very simple, the profit of your own account is 30,000 yuan.

Some time ago, the highest floating profit was 30,004, and the whole people of Su have seen it.

However, this time, Su Quanquan was still surprised and looked at Greilee on the side: "This, yesterday to 3328 yuan, has it not fallen?" ”

In the past half a month of buying contracts, Su Quanquan, like many speculators, has watched mung bean futures jump up and down frequently, but they will basically fall into a range slightly lower than 3,300 yuan.

It has risen to more than 3,300 yuan in this way, but it has not fallen back, but it is the first time.

Greilee shook her head, "No." ”

Su Quanquan pondered for a while, and his first reaction was to call home, but his son should be at school now, and the situation is ...... today I don't know, but I'd better wait for the afternoon.

In the afternoon, return to Hamoto.

Gray Lei's expression relaxed again after seeing Su Quanquan thinking for a moment, and seeing that her time was about the same, she thought about it and suggested: "Uncle, I think it's okay, what kind of lesson to buy, it's completely unnecessary, it's better to take advantage of this floating profit, and sell it quickly, right?" ”

Su Quanquan smiled and said sincerely: "Girl, I know you mean well, thank you." Still, I listened to my son. ”

It's the son again!

Greylet was a little speechless, but she was helpless. After a few more words, I had to get up and walk to the office.

Grey didn't know that a big bustle had just begun.

Nine o'clock.

Futures trading on the Commercial Exchange officially began.

Because of the floating profit generated yesterday, compared with the past, Su Quanquan inevitably paid more attention to the electronic display screen in the hall.

Then I felt a little distressed.

Half an hour after the opening of the market, the price of mung bean futures fell all the way back to about 3,300 points again, and the floating profit of his account soon disappeared by more than 10,000.

Seeing that mung bean futures are trending like this, there is also a sigh in the hall, and some people pat their thighs and say 'it should be sold, it should be sold'!

Someone else ran to the window and asked to sell.

In this way, it lasted around 3300 until the close of the morning, without more fluctuations, and the overall decline of about 1% in a single day.

When Su Quanquan was eating at noon, thinking about Greile's advice in the morning, he inevitably began to hesitate.

It's really torturous to go up and down like this!

Then, it was the afternoon.

At half past 1 p.m., the price seemed to fall back to within 3,300 points, and someone hurriedly ran to sell, and then, less than 15 minutes after the opening, the price of mung beans began to rise strangely.

After more than an hour of trading, there were only two words left:

Elevating!

Elevating!

Elevating!

Then, fifteen minutes before the close, it also touched the limit!

In the retail investor hall of Xingda Futures, there was a boiling again, even if there was a drop in the last few minutes, many people still flocked to the trading window.

Add positions, close positions, buy, sell!

Only Su Quanquan is still sitting in his position, but his mentality is far different from a few days ago!

Three o'clock.

At the close of the commercial exchange, the price of mung bean futures was finally determined to be 3,432 yuan per ton, a single-day increase of 3.2%!

Su Quanquan subconsciously calculated the floating profit of his account.

Count with your brain, don't dare to believe it.

I found a pen and paper again.

After some writing and drawing, I finally came up with some numbers.

The initial investment of 98,000 yuan, as of today's closing, has a single-day floating profit of 52,000 yuan, an overall floating profit of 82,000 yuan, and an account amount of 180,000 yuan!

Well.

Wrong.

At first, there was a handling fee, which was quite expensive and distressing. However, the account must be close to 180,000.

180,000!

Su Quanquan looked at the numbers on the paper and whispered, the more he thought about it, the more unreal he felt, the money ...... Is it so easy to earn?