laughing proudly

Fan Qiangqiang is 50 years old this year, jumping around like a little ghost, yelling at his father and cursing all over the floor, his face, which was still proud of the spring breeze just now, turned pale, sweat rolled from his forehead and temples, and stubbled wooden sticks He was pulled out and thrown aside, blood was all over his crotch.

Yang Wei just glanced at him coldly, then turned around and came to the desk, reached out to fish out the banknotes in the drawer, weighed them, wondering how the money was more than 1 yuan.

"Eh?" Yang Wei casually looked at the drawer, and found a piece of letter paper inside. On the letter paper was written a line of small characters with a pen. The words were not many but very beautiful. It should be a woman's handwriting.

"Fan Qiangqiang, the factory manager, thank you for finding me a job. This is 1 yuan. I should thank you, Xiao He!"

Yang Wei looked at the words on the letter paper and understood everything in his heart. He raised his head, shook the letter paper in his hand, and said, "Old Fan, what's going on?"

I'm really afraid of something. Fan Jianqiang is completely stupid now. He knows that once this thing is spread, there will be no good fruit to eat. It took 10 snowflakes to find the position.

This is the case with state-owned enterprises. Once they go bankrupt, it is the collective that loses money and the individual loses money. Take Fan Qiangqiang as an example. After declaring bankruptcy, he has not forgotten to underreport fixed assets and overreport the number of employees. What is the reason?Of course it's personal fat.

"Brother Yang, don't want this, don't want this, I beg you as a brother... This money belongs to you, how about it?" Fan Jianqiang begged with his hands covering his buttocks, tears glistening in his eyes.

Yang Wei didn't care about other people, he just wanted to get his share back, so he smiled lightly and said, "Director Fan, I don't care about whether you're corrupt or not, I'll give you my share of salary." That's fine, you can figure out how much you can do."

"It's all yours, how about it?"

"Willingly?"

Yang Wei nodded, then counted the banknotes, found 5 yuan, stuffed it into his pocket, and zipped it up. It is impossible to lose such a large amount of money, and the rest of the money was put in the drawer Throwing it away, "I want a salary of 5 yuan, and I don't want the rest."

A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. This is what my father taught me.

"what?"

Yang Wei found that there were two cards in the drawer, and the words "shareholder certificate" were printed on the cards. Could it be stocks?

"Director Fan, is this a stock?" Yang Wei asked holding his shareholder certificate.

Hearing the words about stocks, Fan Qiangqiang immediately regained his energy. He took his blood-stained hand from behind his buttocks, and said with a bluff, "I tell you Xiao Yang, I know you are underappreciated, and I feel wronged. You Let’s speculate in stocks, that thing is always making money.”

"I heard that many people speculated in stocks and jumped off buildings, wiped their necks, and were mentally ill. Is it true?" Although Yang Wei is a college student, he likes reading very much. When he was in the army, he often used it before turning off the lights at night I spent most of my time reading in the company's library, reading everything from military, humanities, and economics to fortune-telling and horoscopes.How can I fly a plane?So he is no stranger to stocks, but he has no actual contact with them.

Seeing that Yang Wei was interested in this, Fan Qiangqiang was also excited, and said with flattering eyes: "Xiao Yang, those are non-existent things. Let me tell you about a stock. If you keep it, you can double your fortune. How about it?"

Seeing his mysterious appearance, Yang Wei felt very itchy. After all, who wouldn't want to make money?Who wants to be poor!

"Tell me."

"Hey," Fan Qiangqiang looked at the direction of the door vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no third party, he said mysteriously: "Today is Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday..."

"Nonsense, it's still Tuesday the day after tomorrow!" Yang Wei responded harshly.

"No, I mean that there will be stock trading tomorrow, and you can buy a stock as soon as the market opens."

"What name? Let me hear."

"You must never tell others that this is from inside information."

Yang Wei looked at Fan Jianqiang, and felt that this guy was even more mysterious. What kind of stock can be so mysterious, can it really double, can't it?But looking at him like that, it looks like Jinshan is right in front of his eyes, so fucking evil.

Fan Jianqiang squeezed out four big words: "Qingshan shares!"

"What does Tsingshan Co., Ltd. do? How is the company?" Yang Wei blurted out.

He remembered that when he was reading economic books, there would often be discussions about stocks, which companies were good or not, and what performance was like?Whether there is a future in the future or something, that's why I asked casually like this.

"Hey, how can anyone watch stocks in China? You have to know about Zhuang, don't you?" When Fan Jianqiang said this, he seemed to be a stock master rather than a factory director.

Yang Wei knew it was true when he saw the seriousness on his face, but he didn't have the leisure to speculate in stocks now, seeing the sun was on top of his head, what were he doing here at noon?If he didn't go home, he probably wouldn't have lunch, so he stood up and patted Fan Jianqiang symbolically, then slammed the door and left.

Fan Qiangqiang grinned and covered his injured buttocks. He heard that the footsteps in the corridor had gone away. He leaned on the window and went downstairs to look. He saw that Yang Wei had left the factory area, so he hurriedly turned to the desk. , The deadly letter paper was still in the drawer, and only then did he let out a long breath.

"This kid is good enough!"

In his heart, he also felt sorry for Yang Wei, because before Yang Wei came to the textile factory, the factory often lost things. At the beginning, some small things like glass and wires were lost, and then several motors were lost in succession. What happened once was that the warehouse was opened and several large boxes of finished towels were wiped out. For this reason, the factory reported the case to the local police station. After a few months, the police station gave a ridiculous answer, that is, the case Too big to detect.

Since Yang Wei became the deputy section chief, it can be said that he has been dedicated to his duties. Once Yang Wei stayed at the unit on duty, and a few thieves sneaked into the factory area in the dark, planning to enter the warehouse again to steal. Strangely, the four thieves were unable to deal with one Yang Wei. In less than 3 minutes, several thieves were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, and their arms were all dangling like swings. For this reason, the police The department followed suit and solved a serial theft case. Yang Wei also received verbal praise from the police station. The textile factory also generously gave Yang Wei a big prize, which was a printed towel!

Yang Wei left the work unit and drove home on a permanent brand bicycle. This bicycle was a gift from his father when he got married. Although it has been more than 20 years, this bicycle is still in good condition. It is not tiring at all to ride .

The textile factory is in the east of the city, and Yang Wei’s home is in the west of the city. It takes more than an hour to ride a bicycle, especially on this hot day, I can only ride slowly along the roadside to go home. If I ride too fast, I will easily collapse.

When passing by Liaobin Park, a bookstall caught Yang Wei's attention.

The owner of the bookstall is a man with glasses. He is sitting under a crooked-neck tree with his eyes closed and listless. The willow branches and leaves are dangling above his head. There is a bookstall in front of him. The bookstall There are all kinds of books piled up in a mess, these books are obviously bought from the waste collection station, because they are all half-new and not old, but they are not bad, after all, this book is better than the bookstore. The new books here are much cheaper, cheap is the last word!

Yang Wei went to the bookstall to set up his car, and then rummaged through the bookstall. He was looking for books on stocks, and he would suffer a loss if he didn't sharpen his gun before entering the stock market.

The man with glasses also woke up from his daze at this moment. He stretched out his arms and stretched his waist, and then asked: "Brother, what kind of books do you want to buy, brother can I find it for you?"

"stock."

"Oh," the man with glasses agreed, flipping through the books on the bookstall, found one soon, and threw it in front of Yang Wei's eyes, "Take two yuan and forty cents away!"

"Stock Operations!" Yang Wei was happy, he really wanted to come here, he didn't expect such a good book here, but he touched his pocket quietly and remembered that he only had one piece of money except the 5000 yuan that could not be shaken. It's fifty cents, and that's the money left over from buying a fire in the morning.