Chapter 25

Feng Er became angry and threatened nakedly: "Are you sure you don't sell it? If you don't sell me today, no one here will dare to accept your things."

Feng Rui became a little impatient: "Don't worry about the one or two yuan, just sell it quickly, we have other things to do!"

After getting along for a while, he was a little uncomfortable to find that this little migrant worker had a bit of a brain, and sometimes the egoism that he took for granted, but this guy just didn't recognize it.

To put it mildly, it is called having principles and a bottom line. To put it mildly, if you go through a lot of hard work in society, you will die with a broken head and blood.

It's a joke, there are principles and bottom lines, does he have the right to insist on it as a small low-level migrant worker?

Sure enough, Qiu Mingquan shook his head stubbornly: "Even if it's the same price, I won't sell it to you. There is still a first-come, first-served one."

What's more, why force the price down? !

Feng Er turned his wrist, made a crisp sound of "click", and said in a dark voice: "Let's talk about it first, whoever dares to take this child's things today will just make trouble with me, Feng Er."

He bared his teeth at Qiu Mingquan: "If you sell it to me now, I can only pay 120."

He didn't dare to grab things with his hands. This is an exchange, and he is also a familiar face who has been haunting for a long time.

Qiu Mingquan glanced at him quietly, turned around and walked out.

Feng Rui rolled his eyes in his heart: I really didn't realize that this silent little migrant worker has a very stubborn temper, like a donkey.

As soon as he turned around, someone pressed Qiu Mingquan's thin shoulders like iron tongs, causing him a dull pain. It was the green skin next to Feng Er.

Feng Er's evil flames rose sharply. Facing such a half-grown child, the evil thoughts in his heart no longer hesitated, and he reached out to grab the stocks in his hand: "I don't want to give you face..."

"Stop!" A sullen voice sounded from behind the crowd, Wei Qingyuan stepped up, glaring at Feng Er coldly, "In broad daylight, buying and selling by force, bullying the market, you are so courageous!"

Just seeing the good atmosphere of private transactions, and then seeing the dark side, Wei Qingyuan's originally good mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Feng Er squinted at him. Wei Qingyuan's clothes were plain and he looked like an intellectual, so he felt a little disdainful in his heart, and stretched out his hand to push him contemptuously: "Get lost, what are you?"

Before he could push his hand to Wei Qingyuan, his knee suddenly felt a pain. Seeing that Wei Qingyuan was going to suffer, Qiu Mingquan who was next to him was anxious, and seeing the timing, he quickly flew up and hit the hollow of his leg.

Feng Er was caught off guard, snorted, and knelt down with a "plop"!

Qiu Mingquan was small, and there was no sign of this kick. Not only did Feng Er suffer, but the green skin next to him didn't react. When he widened his eyes and wanted to catch Qiu Mingquan, Qiu Mingquan had already retreated as fast as a loach, away from them both.

"Grab that bastard, and beat me to death!" Feng Er was furious, kneeling on the ground with his legs covered, the child kicked so hard that he couldn't even stand up in pain.

Section Chief Wang at the counter was terrified, and rushed out in a hurry: "Director Wei! How are you doing?"

At any rate, the head office came down to inspect it. If they were beaten here, what would happen!

He scolded Feng Er sternly: "This is the leader from above, you are crazy! Get out of here, we have already called the police!"

Feng Er was taken aback, he didn't expect this gentle-faced man to be such a great leader, this kind of person knows who can be messed with and who can't be messed with. I couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

He struggled to stand up in embarrassment, glared at Qiu Mingquan resentfully, and hurried out the door with his men. ——That dead bastard, don't let him see him appearing here in the future!

Seeing him disappear, Qiu Mingquan's throbbing heart calmed down slightly. In the past, it was Feng Rui who came out, but just now he did it himself out of desperation, and unexpectedly solved the problem, he couldn't help but secretly jump for joy.

Gathering his mind, he raised his stock to the old horse on the side: "Uncle, do you want more?"

The old horse was overjoyed, and quickly counted the money: "Yes!"

On the one hand, Wei Qingyuan waited for them to hand over before pulling Qiu Mingquan over: "Little guy, you are really good at it. Just changed hands and earned 600 yuan?"

What is the concept of 600 yuan? Within two hours, what he earned was the salary of a director-level state worker for two or three months!

"Your grandfather asked you to come here, did he know that he could sell it at a high price?"

In his heart, he became more and more interested in this mysterious old man, and even felt a kind of worship. Even if it is a mentor, principal Da Nagong in the economic circle, I am afraid that today's miraculous market cannot be predicted, right?

Qiu Mingquan scratched his head: "My grandfather said...more and more companies are issuing shares. This is a general trend."

"Isn't your grandfather afraid of being called capitalist?"

Qiu Mingquan couldn't help laughing, even if Feng Rui didn't point out, he still knew that in the future market economy and joint-stock enterprises would flourish everywhere, not to mention Feng Rui's ear-splitting and indoctrination to him these days?

"My grandfather said that it is good for the enterprise, the employees are motivated, and it can mobilize the savings of the people, so that all people can become the real masters of state-owned enterprises. What's wrong?"

——Yes, what's wrong?

Wei Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, it suddenly accelerated.

Feng Rui observed his expression, probably knew his current mood, quietly pointed to Qiu Mingquan, and sincerely comforted him: "Uncle Wei, don't be angry. When new things first appear, there are always things that are not harmonious. But no matter what, it can’t stop the progress.”

Wei Qingyuan looked at him moved, and the depression and anger caused by Feng Er just now suddenly disappeared.

He solemnly shook Qiu Mingquan's hand: "Thank you, kid."

After coming to Dongshen City, his mentor solemnly entrusted him to do a feasibility study on China’s stock market. He and some overseas classmates even made several overseas phone calls in the middle of the night. Said the more passionate.

Look, even the elderly, children, and all the undercurrent private capital have smelled the meaning of reform.

Even in many corners of the city, a mechanism for free buying and selling has spontaneously formed, which is already ahead of the system makers like them. Yes, there may be resistance, there will be darkness, there will be discordant voices...

But the spring breeze of reform has already blown into this land, just waiting for the sound of spring thunder to sound suddenly.

The rise of a country is not a dream; the take-off of the economy is not a dream. The ice-breaking of the securities market is even more imminent. What will be unfolded in front of their generation will soon be a magnificent picture scroll, and what will be played will be the strongest voice of the times!

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Wei Qingyuan couldn't wait to get on the bus and left. When he left, his face was a little excited, and there was a faint light behind his glasses.

There are too many things to do. First of all, the full opening and trading of stocks should be on the agenda, so that circulation can no longer be turned into a bottleneck, and dregs like Feng Er can no longer gain a foothold!

Qiu Mingquan's two thousand yuan when he came here has now become a full two thousand six hundred yuan.

"Next, go to the bank next door." Feng Rui watched Wei Qingyuan walk away, and suddenly remembered that they still don't know the name of Director Wei.

Forget it, I will ask next time. It looks like someone from the economic circle?

Next door is the gate of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, which is the largest branch of ICBC in Jing'an District. It can handle more types of business than ordinary savings banks, and the inside is naturally more spacious and bright.

Xiao Zhang at the national debt counter was sitting bored in the counter.

Since the pilot program of treasury bond trading began, it has been the norm that there are few people. His workload has also dropped a lot, but it doesn't make him happy-the bonus is linked to the workload. This little treasury bond transaction, a little bit every day, is enough for it?

"Hello, Uncle. May I ask if the family's national debt can be sold here?" A crisp voice rang out. Under the counter, only a boy's head was exposed, with dark eyes, looking at him calmly.

Xiao Zhang was taken aback, then nodded: "That's right, it can be sold to the country."

He pointed to the small blackboard behind him, on which the words "1985 Treasury Bill: Buying Price and Selling Price" stood out.

In Feng Rui's memory, the national treasury bond trading was officially opened in April of this year, but the small-scale pilot project had started a few months in advance, and there was no large-scale publicity in the newspapers. He followed the map and found out that it was open here pilot!

"Why, do you have treasury bills to sell at home?" He asked suspiciously.

Qiu Mingquan nodded solemnly: "Well! I have a lot at home, and they are anonymous, right? Just bring them?"

Xiao Zhang smiled: "Of course, the country has just announced that buying and selling are allowed. This is to support national construction."

At present, the free circulation of treasury bills has not been fully liberalized at all. Once purchased, they can only earn interest at maturity and cannot be redeemed in advance. There is no concept of buying or selling.

As a result, the issuance of national debt has not been very popular in these years-who would want to hold a national debt that cannot be withdrawn in advance and will only mature for several years! So what if the interest rate is high, and you can't afford it when you are in a hurry to use the money!

"So, how many stores in Dongshen City allow the trading of treasury bills? My family has many, and my grandfather said that if you get one, you don't have enough cash." Qiu Mingquan showed a naive expression.

Xiao Zhang "pushed" and almost burst out laughing: Which family's kid is so stupid?

"Don't worry, we are a bank here! There is nothing here, only money!"

Only then did Qiu Mingquan wave to him politely: "Okay, uncle, I'll bring it in a few days."

Turning around, the old horse's face stuck out from behind him, looking at him with a smile: "Little friend?"

Qiu Mingquan was surprised: "Huh?"

The old horse looked around and lowered his voice kindly: "Little friend, you must be careful with so much money in your pocket. That Feng Er is not a good guy. If you come here in the future, you must be smart and avoid him."

He has a kind heart, and after seeing Feng Er's resentful eyes, he was always worried about Qiu Mingquan, and he didn't dare to remind him publicly, so he deliberately followed him to the next door.

Qiu Mingquan felt warm and nodded, "Thank you uncle."

In fact, Lao Ma is not very old, only about forty years old, and asked a little curiously: "What are you looking at?"

Qiu Mingquan didn't hide it from him: "My grandfather asked me to look at the price of treasury bills. There are some for sale at home."

Lao Ma nodded, feeling admiration for this family in his heart: the old ones knew how to tell their grandsons to buy stocks, and the young ones dared to walk down the street with a huge sum of thousands of yuan, they were not ordinary people!

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and shook Qiu Mingquan solemnly: "My name is Ma Junding, see you later!"

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After walking out of the bank, Feng Rui suddenly screamed: "He is Ma Junding!..."

Qiu Mingquan was startled by him and staggered: "Who is that?"

Feng Rui was still immersed in shock, and hurriedly urged: "Turn back and look at him!"

Qiu Mingquan turned his head and saw the old horse looking up at the small blackboard thoughtfully, on which was the price of national debt.

Sure enough, he was looking at the national debt! Feng Rui was excited and excited, and the feeling of catching a glimpse of some kind of space-time paradox surrounded him.

Ma Junding! In the securities history of later generations, who doesn't know the famous Ma Wanwan in Dongshen City? ! This legendary figure made his first pot of gold in the national bond market in his early years.

Feng Rui clearly remembered that he had vague thoughts when he was a child, but it was only a flash. But this person, relying on his diligence and sensitivity to current events, truly tasted the wonderful taste of the first crab in the capital market.

"Go quickly and talk to him again!" CEO Feng called excitedly.

Lao Ma was staring at the national debt market in a daze when Qiu Mingquan's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Uncle Ma, have you resigned?"

Ma Junding was stunned: How does this kid know that he is thinking about resigning from the state-owned factory? !

With his back to the light, Qiu Mingquan smiled at him from a distance outside the door: "By the way, my grandfather said that if the national debt can be traded freely, you can pay attention to it."

Then, he waved at Ma Junding, turned around and ran away like the wind.

"How do you know he's going to resign?" Qiu Mingquan asked curiously in his heart.

"This person is well-known, and later became very influential among retail investors, and he even published an autobiography, I've read it." Feng Rui said lightly, "He, he is in a state of desperation right now."

That's right, Ma Junding contracted a little side business for his family while he was working, which made him richer than ordinary people. Originally, he had a comfortable job in a state-owned factory, but because he usually had a lot of food and drink, when a batch of materials were lost in the factory, he was the first to suspect him as a custodian.

This time, Ma Jun was very angry. Although the real culprit was quickly caught, he was extremely disappointed in the factory after being wronged.

——Just because I live better, so I am a thief? Then I might as well live a better life!

These days, while thinking about various ways to make money, he hesitated to resign. I am hesitating about this tasteless state-owned enterprise iron rice bowl.

Ma Junding scratched his head, thinking about the inexplicable words of this strange boy.

A long time later, when his name was published in newspapers, news, and even regarded as a legend by many people in later generations, he would always think of the boy who smiled at him and said these words in the winter of 1988 expression.

Determined, with magic power, as if with the magic of foreseeing history.

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In a small western-style building near the river, the Toyota Crown slowly drove into the flowery courtyard.

The two teenagers were wearing neat brand-name sportswear, which was obviously different from those high-end products in the market. They set off their red faces and white teeth, and they were extremely energetic.

Liu Shuyan is holding a tin kettle and standing in her garden watering the flowers. The Spring Festival is approaching, and most of the flowers have disappeared. In the entire courtyard, there are only two wintersweet trees with fragrant pistils. Under the corridor, there are several pots of budding flowers. The narcissus stands gracefully.

"Aunt Liu! We are back." Xiang Cheng ran to her side courteously, "The narcissus you raised is really nice."

Liu Shuyan smiled and nodded his nose: "I will move two pots to your house in a few days, and the Spring Festival will just open."

"Well, my mother will be back soon, you must grow the flowers before giving them to my family - she is a killer of flowers, she will die no matter what she raises!" Xiang Cheng said with a smile.

The two live next door. Xiang Yuantao is on the front line of the police and is busy with affairs near the Spring Festival. Xiang Cheng's mother is an associate professor at the university and has recently participated in an academic exchange abroad. The two children in the family often eat at Feng's house.

"How is the free kickboxing in the afternoon? Are you tired?" Liu Shuyan asked her son casually.

Feng Rui had already walked into the hall and was changing shoes at the door. The half-grown boy was already tall and tall, taller and stronger than Xiang Cheng, and he said calmly: "It's pretty good, I like it."

With a bitter face, Xiang Cheng stretched out his arm to reveal a small bruise: "It hurts so much, Aunt Liu."

Liu Shuyan felt distressed and helpless, and sighed slightly.

Director Xiang repeatedly asked Xiangcheng to practice martial arts, and his son was also very interested in it, so he insisted on learning it together. No, the two boys never broke bruises in two or three days.

At the dinner table, besides the Feng family, the two children of the Xiang family were also there.

In the spacious dining room, there is a round rosewood carved Eight Immortals table. The wood is thick and the carvings are exquisite. No matter what era this thing is in, it is the best furniture that can only be used by a truly wealthy family.

Above, the dishes prepared in advance by the nanny are fresh and hearty, as always.

From time to time, Liu Shuyan took dishes between her and sent them to Xiang's two children.

Xiangcheng's elder sister is three years older than her younger brother, and she is a freshman in high school. She studies very well and has a cold temper, making her seem a bit unfriendly to strangers.

But Liu Shuyan watched her grow up, and knew that this child was actually just introverted and had no interest in other things. She didn't have a daughter, so she doted on her in her heart.

The home of the girl who was drawn was the eve of the Eighteenth Change of the Women's University. Even if she was wearing thick glasses, in Liu Shuyan's eyes, no matter how she looked, she was beautiful and youthful.

"Eat some sea bass, steamed, girls eat fish and shrimp is good for the skin." She said with a smile.

"Thank you, Aunt Liu." Xiang Mingli thanked politely, and ate her meal gracefully, taking small bites.

Feng's father on the opposite side is handsome and looks exactly like Feng Rui's. He is telling the two boys: "Don't forget to do your homework at night. If you don't know it, ask your sister."

Wei Qing, the hostess of the Xiang family, teaches physics in a famous university. This daughter is also a natural academic master. After all, she inherited her mother's super high IQ, and her math, physics and chemistry are all top-notch. Naturally, it is not a problem to tutor her two younger brothers in their studies.

Of course, Rui'er doesn't need to be tutored. Liu Shuyan thought proudly.

Feng Rui suddenly raised his head, and said to his father, "I was in the lounge of the training team today and saw yesterday's "People's Daily."

The elders of Feng's family are in high positions, their family property is rich, and they have relatives overseas. After the historical turmoil, most of the family's property was returned, and Feng's father went to sea early. , Sensitive touch.

Father Feng held a chopstick of Dongpo meat to Xiang Cheng who was beside him, and answered the question naturally: "Why, did you see any interesting news?"

Feng Rui's face was calm, as if he was talking about a very homely topic: "On the financial board, there was a news that in addition to the opening of the treasury bond trading pilot program in Dongshen City, several provincial capital cities across the country have also started pilot programs."

Father Feng was thoughtful: "And then?"

Xiang Cheng raised his eyes quietly, and glanced at Feng Rui, his eyes full of admiration. He seems to never understand Brother Rui's topic.

"Dad, do you think the buying and selling prices of government bonds in different places will be the same?"

Feng's father raised his eyebrows: "It must be different. Where the economy is underdeveloped, it must be lower."

"Suppose the purchase price in one place is 100 yuan, and the discounted price in another place is 99 yuan?" Feng Rui raised his head and looked at his father with burning eyes.

Father Feng also nodded seriously: "You are right, if you resell it back and forth, you will make a profit."

Xiang Mingli blurted out: "If you resell ten times, you will get an 11% profit. If you resell 100 times..."

She pushed the lens on the bridge of her nose, and fell into deep thought. After a while, she said uncertainly, "270% profit?"

Xiang Cheng had a bitter face: "Sister, how did you calculate to the 100th power?..."

Xiang Mingli kept her face reserved and said, "Mental arithmetic."

Feng Rui, however, has gotten used to the super power of the sister next door, and frowned: "One hundred round trips to and from different places, only 270% profit."

He shook his head, it's not cost-effective, there is still time and travel expenses for the round trip.

Father Feng smiled: "That's right, the hard work is not worth it. The most important thing is that the off-site transaction has not yet been officially opened."

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"What if one place sells for $95 and another place buys for $102?"

At the same time, after wandering around the various national bond sales outlets in the city, Qiu Mingquan got on the bus bound for the suburbs, and Feng Rui was slowly asking questions.

"The profit of one sale is 7.4%. If you resell it ten times, it will be a full 200% profit!" Qiu Mingquan quickly calculated in his mind, and his heartbeat accelerated crazily.

——It’s not like selling gold pens, which takes a lot of time to sell, but you only need to buy and sell treasury bonds? !

If it is 50 times... that is about 35 times the profit? The 2,600 yuan in his hand can be doubled to more than 90,000 yuan. In this era when households with 10,000 yuan are rare, it is definitely a monstrous sum of money, even enough to buy a decent house in the urban area!

"It's taken for granted. Naturally, it is impossible to maintain this price difference forever." Feng Rui calmly woke him up, "As more and more people discover this opportunity, the price difference between different places will become smaller."

Qiu Mingquan asked eagerly: "But where will the 95 yuan national debt be sold?"

They wandered around Dongshen City all afternoon, and saw that the trading prices of government bonds in various business departments were obviously the same.

Feng Rui said lightly: "Go to another place."

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, where should he go?

"I tell you to listen to the radio every morning, so don't you take it into your head?" President Feng's voice was arrogant and a little unconcealed, "There are seven provinces in the country that have pilot projects. Think about it, which province has the most backward economy but is the closest to our Dongshen City?"

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