My Elder Sister is a Superstar

Qin Ze knew he was coming to talk to him. He didn't say it at the dinner table. First, the old man didn't like to talk at dinner, and second, he saved face for him. It is estimated that the next words will not be very pleasant to hear, such as incompetence, gnawing old and so on. My son is so old that he needs face.

"Do you think if you have a car and a house at home, you can eat your old age and not go to work?" In private, the old man has something to say.

Qin zegang wanted to explain, and the old man said, "there is a day when Jinshan and Yinshan are exhausted, not to mention my insignificant half life savings. Can you chew it for ten or eight years, and chew it for a lifetime?"

Qin Ze asked curiously, "Dad, how much savings do you have?"

The old man angrily said, "do you really miss my pension money?"

"You are not paying your pension."

"Nonsense, pensions are one thing, savings are another."

Qin Ze quickly bowed his head and listened to him as a good son.

The old man said leisurely, "not much, 12.3 million."

When he said this, he tried to suppress his pride.

In fact, for local people, oneortwo million is not much. As a university professor, as we all know, the key to good treatment and welfare is more money. Don't think of the old man as a gentleman with clean hands. On the premise of not violating the general principle, he will never be soft hearted if he can make money. For example, the master doesn't mind giving some advice as long as the other party doesn't rot into a lump of shit when answering the graduation argument of a graduate student.

Another example is taking private jobs, just like the digital simulation that Qin Ze did two months ago.

But the family used to owe a million loans. The money the old man earned over the years was used to repay the loans and pay interest. The economic crisis made the family miserable, but they didn't need to carry the pot. For this reason, Qin Baobao and Qin Ze were full of complaints, but they were pressed by the old man and Qin Ma and didn't show it.

"I've been looking for a job these days, but there's no suitable one." Qin Ze said.

"No one wants you. The recruitment boom of fresh graduates has passed, and all the people who should be recruited have recruited. Why do you need so many novices?" The old man sneered.

He is a university professor with a clear family.

Qin Ze is embarrassed. Dad, can you save face for my son.

"Why not find a job."

"I found a tutoring job some time ago."

The old man sniffed, "how much money can a tutor earn?"

"That family is very rich and powerful. I want to get involved in society. It's always good to make friends with powerful people. Besides, when my sister enters the entertainment industry, I can't protect her for the time being, so I want to get in touch with her, just in case." Qin Ze said what he meant, and then he was curious about Pei Nanman and thought carefully about that man. He didn't say that.

The old man sneered again: "worthless, you can turn yourself into an upper class person by making friends with dignitaries? If you don't grasp it well, you will make others treat you as a slave. Besides, with your ability, you can protect your sister? You are the capital boss in the entertainment industry."

This is really heartbreaking, but it's very distracting. The old man always tells the problem in a burst of blood.

"The tutoring work is over. I get along well with that family, and I don't show too much enthusiasm." Qin Ze said.

The old man scolded, "I wasted more than two months of time. I have accumulated two months of work experience and experience, but you just did a tutoring job!"

Qin Ze was unconvinced: "I still have stocks, and I made money."

"Do you still speculate in stocks?!" The old man's two eyebrows immediately stood up.

Although he also relied on the stock market to make money and tide over the first wave of difficulties at home, he could only speculate in stocks and must not be regarded as his main business. Some time ago, his daughter said that his son was speculating in stocks, but he didn't care. He couldn't get around the stock industry if he studied finance, but he couldn't go out to work and take stock trading as his main business. Because the stock market is unstable, I laugh when I make money, and I die when I plummet.

The pleasure of making money in the stock market is like gambling into a rich man overnight. It is difficult to quit, which the old man knows best.

"It's OK to play and learn about the stock market. It's also helpful for your major, but you still have to work." The old man took a sip of strong tea and made a gesture of instructing his son. He said faintly, "how much is the principal? I'll lose it. If it's okay, I'll pay the tuition."

Qin Ze stretched out a hand.

"Fivethousand? This is to invest all the money earned by tutors in the stock market." The old man "Ho".

"Half a million." Qin Ze whispered.

"How much?" The old man pulled out his ears.

"Half a million." Qin Ze shouted.

The old man said stupidly, "where did you get so much money?"

"I invested all the royalties of those songs in the stock market."

It's all invested in the stock market

The old man blew his hair, slapped the table fiercely, got up and pulled his belt, "see if I don't kill you, a black sheep."

Seeing that the situation was bad, Qin Ze turned around and ran away. There was no time to explain. It was estimated that he said that he had made money, and the old man didn't believe it. Let's fight again.

The old man held his pants in hand and waved his belt in one hand, chasing after him.

Qin's mother and sister were watching TV in the living room. They were shocked. Qin Ze ran out like running for his life and shouted, "Mom, dad is going to kill me."

Qin Baobao subconsciously pulled his younger brother behind him, and suddenly realized that he wanted to fight with him, so he spat, "kill the best, bad thing."

Qin Ma stopped the old man who caught up with him and complained, "what's the matter? What belt do you smoke?"

The old man was full of anger at this time. He would not cool down until he killed his son. He shouted, "let go, I must kill this thing."

"Speak well, speak well." Qin Ma exhorted.

The old man's angry fingers trembled and pointed to Qin Ze: "you ask him what he has done. Don't go astray in the right way, and spend all his money to speculate in stocks."

Qin Ze thought roast, quite TM rhyme.

Qin Ma said, "as for you, can you be so angry? Just make a small fuss and criticize your son. Put the belt away."

The old man said angrily, "he has a principal of 500000."

"How much?" Qin Ma pulled out her ears.

"Half a million." The master felt distressed.

Qin Ma loosened her husband and said faintly, "I'd better kill him."

The old man came over waving a whip.

Just now, Qin Baobao, who was also a sister to protect his brother, retreated to the corner with legs and feet.

It's really my mother. Well, and my sister,

Qin Ze took out his mobile phone and shouted, "Dad, I really made money. I don't believe you see."

He quickly opened the stock trading software and logged in to his account.

The old man strode over and grabbed the mobile phone, afraid of fivehundredthousand flying away. With a fixed look, the old man's eyes widened in vain, unbelievable.

Qin Baobao twisted his buttocks and trotted over, clutching his head to see.

My sister was surprised to grow up. She saw the bright red number. Total assets: 1.08 million!

"This, this is what you earn?" The old man came to his senses and stared at his son.

Qin Ze nodded, wary of the belt in his hand.

For the first time, the old man felt that his position as head of the family was unstable.

He checked his son's recent trading operations, and found that pieces of red represent profits. Short-term operations are frequent, with gains and losses. On the whole, they are profitable. What is terrifying is that those long-term stocks only increased their positions without reducing their positions, with a profit of 300%.

Qin Baobao raised his head and glared at each other angrily. "You made so much money, but you hid it from me. It's a thief of conscience."

Qin Ze disdained: "why should I tell you, don't give you the opportunity to ask for money."

Qin Baobao was furious and stretched out his feet to kick his brother.

Qin Ze held her sister's feet and waved her tail, sweeping her over on the sofa.

Qin Baobao cried, "Dad, look at him. Kill him."

The old man ignored his daughter, gave back his mobile phone to his son with a poker face, and left with a poker face. How lonely his back is.

It's good that my son has finally become a useful man.

My way of education is really wrong

Qin Ze didn't react and said blankly, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Dad's sweet little cotton padded jacket skimmed his mouth: "it pierced his heart, son."

Qin Ze immediately said, "Mom, she takes advantage of you."

Qin Ma patted her daughter on the head.

Returning to the room, Qin Ze was stunned to find the old man still sitting on his desk and chair. Before he could speak, the old man took the lead and said, "there's something left to say just now. Come here."

Qin Ze stood aside.

The old man hesitated repeatedly: "is the stock market really so good?"

He is a professor. Of course, he analyzed the general trend of the stock market and invested some money in it. He made money, but he is not as terrible as his son.