Chapter 24

According to Xiang Yuantao's request, the driver deliberately sent Wei Qingyuan and Qiu Mingquan to the entrance of the Securities Department of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in Jing'an District.

Qiu Mingquan stretched out his hand and subconsciously waved to the director in the front seat.

Wei Qingyuan looked at him with great interest. This kid is not afraid of the bureau at all. You know, even when he first met the legendary bureau chief, he felt quite stressed.

At the gate of No. 1806 Nanjing West Road, on the left is the Jing'an branch of ICBC, and on the right is a parallel portal, with the words "Jing'an Securities Department of Trust and Investment Company" standing out.

During working hours, the bank counter is deserted, but the entrance of the securities department is very lively.

Stepping into the sales department, it is a room of about ten square meters. The tall counter is about to reach the chest of an adult. There are desks inside and a blackboard on the wall. There are people asking and trading in front of the counter.

The staff inside are talking with several traders. If there is an agreement, the two parties will transfer the name in person and fill in the documents. There is an endless stream of people in front of the counter, and some even bargain fiercely face to face.

Qiu Mingquan looked at this fresh scene curiously. He was poor all his life in later generations, and he had never touched stocks and securities. So when there was no computer at the beginning, the transaction was completed on the small blackboard like this?

Feng Rui was also a little emotional: "If we had been reborn earlier, more than a year ago, this would have been the place where important news happened."

Qiu Mingquan asked curiously: "What?"

"Does the chairman of the New York Stock Exchange know? His name is John Verlin. In November of the previous year, when he visited China, Comrade Xiaoping gave a share of Feilo Audio shares with a face value of 50 yuan as a gift to he."

"and then?"

Feng Rui smiled and said: "Fan Erlin is very interesting. He found out that the stock was in someone else's name, so he said that he must fly from Yanjing to Dongshen City Exchange to transfer the name and change his name. This will be his."

Qiu Mingquan also understood: "So, you came here?"

Feng Rui said indifferently: "Yes, right at the counter in front of you, he handed in the stock that Comrade Xiaoping gave him, and the staff inside excitedly transferred it to him."

When he was studying the history of securities in later generations, he still remembered the famous photo in which the American and the staff in the counter shook hands, "the handshake of the world's largest American stock exchange and the smallest Chinese stock exchange." "——At that time, I didn't feel much when I saw it, but when I saw this square inch with my own eyes today, I felt that the history is long and the meaning is heavy.

Wei Qingyuan on the side was slightly taken aback.

Before he came here, he had heard about the enthusiasm for trading here, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he felt that the people of Dongshen City dared to be the first in the world.

Even the voices of the mainstream economic circles in Yanjing City still have different voices on whether the stock circulation is suitable or not, but the private stock trading has already been in full swing!

He quietly showed his work ID and walked into the counter: "What is the average daily transaction volume now?"

Section Chief Wang inside quickly stood up. Recently, a lot of leaders from this small business department have come to inspect, and they are all used to it: "Hello, leader! Today's transaction has just started, but the recent daily average amount has already It’s about a hundred thousand yuan.”

Wei Qingyuan nodded approvingly: It has grown very rapidly. When it first opened more than a year ago, the daily transaction volume was only about 50,000 yuan.

"Guess, what was the daily turnover of the Chinese stock market when we fell to our death?" Feng Rui asked slowly.

Qiu Mingquan tentatively asked, "How many hundred million?"

Feng Rui snorted coldly: "You bumpkin, it's at the level of hundreds of billions! The turnover of the two exchanges every day, even in the worst bear market, is often tens of billions."

He turned his eyes and pointed to Qiu Mingquan: "Go to the corner over there and chat with those scalpers."

...

Wei Qingyuan chatted at the counter for a long time before he remembered what Qiu Mingquan said just now, and hurriedly asked the staff: "Apart from the two stocks that are publicly allowed to trade, can you buy other stocks here?"

Section Chief Wang looked a little apprehensive, and he turned to the various people gathered in the room and said, "Of course not at the counter, but the common people are very smart."

"how?"

"Stocks that are not allowed to be circulated in other companies are sold and traded here, and it is inconvenient for us to stop them." Section Chief Wang said in a low voice. It's not easy for them to drive people away.

Wei Qingyuan saw his uneasiness, and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as there is no law prohibiting it, it can be done."

Qiu Mingquan leaned next to a group of people, surrounded by a young man with a curly hair, who was bargaining with them: "If I didn't go to Tokyo to study, I wouldn't be willing to sell these stocks at home. Aishi Electronics is a good company. "

"Aishi Electronics, I remember that 400,000 original shares were issued in 1985?" Someone immediately interjected, looking very familiar with the market.

"Yes, my dad is an employee who loves to make electronics, and he bought original stocks." The young man looked reserved, and he was wearing a woolen coat, which was neat and decent, "65 yuan a piece, it can't be lower, if it is lower, I will go elsewhere change."

"Oh boy, this is the biggest trading point in Quandongshen, where else can you go?" The person opposite him obviously had almost finished the conversation, "Okay, just 65 yuan, you can go next door with me to withdraw money. "

The two reached an agreement and went out together.

Qiu Mingquan's heart moved, and he showed the vacuum electronic stock he had just bought: "The face value is 100 yuan, just out of the oven, and it will be sold for 120 yuan. Anyone want it?"

"Why don't you snatch it, little baby!" A middle-aged uncle is obviously a regular customer here, and he couldn't help but give him a hard look, "I just bought it this morning, and the resale will add 20%? We won't buy it ourselves? "

After so many days of training in selling fountain pens, Qiu Mingquan has already become calm and composed: "Uncle, don't you know that they are sold out this morning? The more than 140,000 additional stocks will be gone within half an hour."

A group of people were taken aback: "Are you lying?"

The current information is only through newspapers, broadcasts, etc. Even if you stare at various newspapers every day, it is inevitable that there is not enough information. They only came here today to know about the additional information of Vacuum Electronics. They were planning to queue up later, but now it is gone?

The more I look at this kid, the more suspicious I become, who knows if this stock is real or not!

"Little brat, go away! Those who dare to make fake stocks, be careful and arrest you and send them to the police station!"

At this moment, the few people who came here also hesitated, the more they looked at Qiu Mingquan, the more unreliable he became - don't be a liar, use the hands of a child to cheat, right?

At this moment, a person ran in from the door, panting: "It's really evil. I went to line up in front of the vacuum electronics door early this morning. I wanted to buy some original stocks and hoard them, but I didn't get them!"

Many people gathered around: "Old Ma, you are quick-witted, we haven't gone yet, is it true?"

The old horse saw that he was a regular customer, and shook his head helplessly: "I just came from there by bicycle, of course it's true!"

At this moment, someone suddenly looked at Qiu Mingquan.

"Old Ma, look at the goods in this kid's hand." Someone pointed quietly.

Qiu Mingquan generously handed over a piece of stock, Lao Ma took it with his hand and looked at it carefully, then nodded solemnly: "That's right, really."

Things that just came out in the morning cannot be fake, and the counterfeiting technology of this era is not as rampant as in later generations.

Qiu Mingquan raised his sleeves solemnly, showing the gangster's blood stains on them: "The scene was crowded and robbed, look, it's all beaten like this."

Wei Qingyuan watched with great interest, and burst out laughing with a "puchi"—why is this kid, who is full of nonsense, so cute?

"Each person bought thousands of dollars, how many people can share hundreds of thousands?" Lao Ma complained, wiping off his sweat, "I went there after seven o'clock, but it ended up being gone when it was my turn!"

He stared at the stack of stocks in Qiu Mingquan's hand, his eyes lit up: "Little brother, are you going to sell these stocks?..."

Qiu Mingquan raised twenty stocks together: "Sell."

The middle-aged man before was anxious immediately, and grabbed his hand: "Just as you said, I want it."

The people present were not stupid, they all listened attentively, and when they heard that the Vacuum Electron that just came out today was sold out, they were all moved.

This kind of panic-buying craze must be because internal employees know that the dividends are considerable, so they must be more sought-after in the field of circulation.

But Qiu Mingquan smiled and looked at him narrowly: "I'm sorry, 120 is not for sale anymore."

"Oh! Why are you so contradictory, kid?" The old Liu's face changed, and he was very annoyed.

Lao Mapi, who came by bicycle, looked at Lao Liu with a half-smile: "The one with the highest price gets it, it's fair."

He turned to Qiu Mingquan and asked sincerely, "How many goods do you have? I want all 122."

Qiu Mingquan tried to calm down: "Twenty cards, with a face value of two thousand."

"...125! Little brother, I have cash." Another fat man squeezed in, and immediately reached out to take out the money, "Twenty-five hundred yuan!"

Qiu Mingquan listened blankly, shocked in his heart, but this appearance of not speaking, in the eyes of everyone, turned into an appearance of waiting for a price, sitting on a mountain and watching a tiger fight.

Lao Ma saw the popularity of original stocks on the scene with his own eyes, and knew that he might not find too many sales in the short term, so he decisively showed the cash in his bag: "Don't fight, 130 yuan a piece, I'll take it!" !"

This price is already extremely high, and it has increased by 30% in a blink of an eye. If you buy it at this price, you will definitely lose money if you rely on dividends. The only hope is to sell it at a higher price in the future, but what if it falls into your hands?

Most of the others hesitated.

Qiu Mingquan smiled, stretched out his hand to take the money, counted it, handed the stock to him, and said with a smile: "You won't lose money, don't worry."

"Why don't you lose money?" He whispered to Feng Rui in his heart.

President Feng Da said slowly: "Because when the stock market is liberalized a few years later, the stock price of Vacuum Electronics will rise to more than 2,500 yuan per share..."

Qiu Mingquan suddenly grabbed the stock that was about to be handed over: Want to raise it to 2,500 yuan? !

The old horse was in a stalemate with him with his face flushed, and looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want, little baby?"

Qiu Mingquan yelled at Feng Rui in his heart: "It's going to increase by 25 times? Then why sell it now!"

Feng Rui said angrily: "What's all the fuss about? Are you still not satisfied with the 30% profit in a few hours? The first peak of the stock market was only ushered in 1992. Do you have to wait four years?"

Qiu Mingquan let go of his hand awkwardly, but at this moment, a gloomy voice sounded beside the two of them.

"I want 128 yuan."...

Qiu Mingquan raised his head in astonishment, a man in front of him was looking down at him, and there was a hulking man standing beside him, the two had unfriendly faces, full of rebellion and ferocity.

The expressions of the people around changed quietly, and they hurriedly scattered around. Qiu Mingquan looked at him with a frown, turned his face to the old horse and said, "I'll sell it to you."

But the old horse's expression became even uglier, and he waved his hands awkwardly: "Son, I... I won't buy it."

This Feng Er is a well-known gangster in this area. He takes a few green skins and wanders around this area from time to time. Not to mention bullying the market, he even bought and sold by force earlier, which made many people dare not come here to sell stocks again. When the goods arrive, they will be more restrained.

After all, killing chickens to get eggs is not the solution, so now these people have set an unwritten rule, they come here every now and then, as long as they come, they will grab other people's business at a lower price, and no one dares to say anything.

Jokes are all asking for money, so it's worth fighting recklessly with the green skins, so why bother if you get beaten?

What's more, there are vague rumors in the market that there are people behind these green skins!

Qiu Mingquan gave him a cold look, guessing in his heart that he had encountered bullying.

"Sorry, I'm not selling it anymore."