The Richest Man Yang Fei

Chapter 47: Shanghai stock market in that year

  The new product can be accepted by the market, and Yang Fei's hanging heart is let go.

   This sales model, although not comparable to large companies, is better than small input and large output.

   It's just that an urgent practical problem lay in front of Yang Fei.

   Excellent team and stable sales. The output of Nanfang Daily Chemical Plant obviously can't keep up.

   There are only two ways out. Either look for a larger manufacturer to cooperate, or open a factory by yourself.

   With Yang Fei's vision and insight, of course, he prefers to open a factory on his own.

   However, he still wants to wait for an opportunity.

   Although he has money in his hands, he doesn't want to get stuck in a factory too quickly.

  Opening a factory is a bottomless pit. If you don't open a factory, it is nothing more than a small amount of money once invested. All the money in his hand is invested in it is still less!

   The time has entered mid-September, and he is waiting for the Baoyan storm to attack the Shanghai stock market.

   What he worries most is that his appearance, like the wings of a butterfly, has fanned the fate of too many people, making this Baoyan storm even no longer happen!

   Yang Fei subscribed to more than a dozen newspapers, covering various aspects such as current affairs and finance.

   When arriving at the office every day, Yang Fei's first priority is to read the newspaper.

   Running a business, like any social activity, is inseparable from the grasp of the tide of the times.

   Even if you can't stand on the cusp of the times, you must at least follow the trend.

   is going against the current, and sooner or later will be beaten to death on the beach by a wave.

   The wheels of history are rolling in irreversibly.

   Many opportunities are fleeting and are only reserved for those who are prepared. When everyone reacts, they will be caught off guard and the opportunities have slipped away quietly.

   Yang Fei read from the newspaper that the China Securities Regulatory Commission, established last year, announced that it would open A-share trading to domestic legal persons.

   "It's time to come, it's coming." Yang Fei held up the cup and smiled comfortably.

   "Sister, I'm going to Shanghai, and the company will be managed by you." Yang Fei didn't want to miss the best time to enter the market, and would rather go to Shanghai and wait in advance.

  Su Tong has always been relying on Yang Fei to do things, and he was abruptly trying to provoke the main beam, a little flustered: "I am afraid of making mistakes with such a large income and expenditure every day."

   "Actually, these days, you are always arranging goods and collecting payments. I believe you can."

   "But, the daily collection? Should I and Xiang Qiao two girls go to collect it?"

   The sky in 1993 was not very peaceful.

"I have arranged. Recently, our sales team will be selling in the villages below the provincial capital, which is the closest to the company. I have discussed with Vice President Shi, and during the time I leave, she will arrange reliable Man, come to be a driver and bodyguard for you, don’t have too many worries."

   "Okay. I will do my best."

   I don't know why, but when she heard Yang Fei was leaving, even though she was only leaving temporarily, she still felt unwillingness in her heart.

   Yang Fei bought a ticket on the same day and flew to Shanghai City.

   For him, this is a familiar and unfamiliar city.

   is familiar because he has lived here for more than ten years. His love, joy, sorrow, and pain have all happened in every corner of Shiliyangchang.

   Strange is this city, not what he remembered. He can't find the streets and scenery that he should have, and his heart can't perceive its temperature and indifference.

   Standing on the flyover connecting Hualian Commercial Building and Shibaiyi Store, looking at the most prosperous street scene in the city.

   The two "dragon cars" connected by the two carriages passing under the overpass, the red taxis competing for the first place, and the countless bicycles with 28 bars, are constantly flowing.

   These scenes that have become history once again clearly appeared in front of Yang Fei.

   Time wrinkles. It was him one second before and also him the next second. It was more than twenty years apart.

   The lost youth returned to eight or nine o'clock, but the alarm clock to wake up no longer sounded.

   The stock exchange is certainly not unfamiliar. There have been as many expectations and hopes as there have been so many disappointments and regrets.

   This used to be the Pujiang Hotel. After four months of renovation, it became a securities trading hall.

  The huge electronic screen, the red, green, and green digital changes have dominated the destiny of how many billionaires, and how many grassroots have risen in the slightest time.

   This is Vanity Fair, and it is also a battlefield in the financial world.

   On Monday, September 13th, the weather in Shanghai was still warm. A young man walked into the stock exchange alone.

   He was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of gray-washed jeans, and his white sneakers were old but spotlessly polished. Ying's waist is full of youthful vigor.

   But the old-fashioned person can see the calm and introverted temperament from his handsome face.

Especially those eyes are clear and bright, black and white, and seem innocent, but when you look at him, you will find that it is not a pool of clear water, but a vast ocean, deep and unpredictable. .

   The long bear market has not stopped the enthusiasm of stock market people. At this moment, the stock trading floor is overcrowded.

  For stock investors, coming to the stock market is more important than going to work and buying vegetables. There is no need to remind them, every day on time.

   Many people even abolished their jobs and alienated their families because of stock trading.

   Everyone raised their heads, craned their necks, stared wide-eyed, and looked at the LED display on the wall. The joys and sorrows on their faces, the honor and disgrace in their eyes, all changed with the data.

   Many people on the periphery stood on tiptoes, holding binoculars in both hands, watching the data changes in the distance.

  Occasionally, someone with a BB machine in their hands, watching the stock market rain or shine on a small display. There are relatively few people of this kind and can afford a BB machine that can afford thousands of dollars. This shows that this person is rich and that this person has made money in stocks, which will attract the envy of everyone.

   There are also a few people. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com wears brand-name clothes and holds the big brother. Although it is only a simulator, it is also arrogant enough to be proud of the stock market.

   Yang Fei tried his best to squeeze into the lobby, watching the stock data constantly refreshing on the screen.

   Behind the rows of green numbers, there are a few happy and sad families.

   When he saw that the stock price of one of the old eight stocks of Yanzhong Industry was still at the price of eight yuan per share, he felt relieved.

   He lined up to open an account.

   The stock trader is a young girl. This kind of person is commonly known as the red vest because they are all wearing red vests.

   "600601, buy 600601 shares." Yang Fei's words were brief and powerful.

  In this era when stocks were still paper-based, buying and selling were all done manually.

   The trader gave him a surprised look.

   After all, this is the retail lobby, and the amount of transactions conducted here will not be too large.

   There are even some workers who only buy a few shares for fun.

   She quickly wrote down the data reported by Yang Fei on the paper, and after reading it twice, she thought that she had heard it wrong.

   This young man, he would buy more than 600,000 shares as soon as he opened his mouth?

   "Comrade, how many shares do you want to buy?"

   "600601 Yanzhong Industry, buy 600601 shares." Yang Fei repeated it calmly.

   "Yanzhong Industrial's stocks are not trending well. Would you like to find out about Yuyuan Mall and Xiaofeile? Also, Chuanyanhua, which is newly listed this year, is also very good."

   "I like Yanzhong Industrial." Yang Fei was determined.

   "More than 600,000 shares? The trading volume is more than 5 million!" The trader was a little unbelievable!

   However, the expression of the scholar in white is beyond doubt.

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