The Richest Man Yang Fei

Chapter 49 Lunch index

A handsome young man with a 20-year-old man, he bought five million dollars in one shot, and he bought the unpopular stocks that everyone looked down on!

Such things are not common even in large households.

While everyone was amazed, they couldn’t help but speculate.

Is it possible that this kid has a mine at home?

Even if you have a mine at home, don’t burn money to play like this!

“Fool!”

“Little chick!”

“Prodigal son!”

When the big households saw that Yang Fei couldn’t persuade him, they all scolded in private, thinking that this person was simply wasting money!

Several million, what stocks are you not good to buy?

Just buy a few stocks, and they will go down and up, and they won’t be completely defeated. You have to jump off the building, right?

This guy is doing well. As soon as he entered the big family room, he put more than five million yuan on a junk stock!

Da Jinya shook his head, and said with regret: “It’s a pity, a good young man, it’s just like this. This junk stock has fallen for a few months. Who will buy it?”

Someone chuckled and said, “Maybe, they want to save this junk stock by themselves?”

“Save it?” Da Jinya sneered, “Unless he is a living god!”

“Hahaha, let’s see how long he can hold on, will he jump off the building in the future!” Everyone came to a conclusion.

After Yang Fei entered the big house, the first transaction shocked other big households.

This multi-million transaction made Yang Fei instantly become a “celebrity” in the big family room.

The big players discuss the stock market with each other.

The people who can enter the big house are mostly big bosses of the party or the owner of the business. In the end, the discussion will go to the discussion, and in the end, they will stick to their own opinions, and no one can convince anyone. After the intense discussion, they will buy their own.

Although they have all the stocks they buy, they surprisingly reached an agreement on one thing, that is, Yanzhong stock is not worth buying.

As you can see, this newcomer has no big brother, no BB machine, and wears an ordinary white T-shirt. He doesn’t look like a multimillionaire, let alone senior investors in suits and shoes.

In this era, what is crazier than the Qigong fever is the stock market fever.

In society, in addition to qigong masters, there are also madness, madness, and madness.

Of course, occasionally there is a **** of stock.

After the initial strong reaction, there was a discussion among big households to determine that there was someone behind Yang Fei, perhaps the trader of a certain rich man.

Yang Fei finished the transaction and looked at the analysis curve on the computer.

At this time, near noon, a middle-aged woman with a girl aged 17 or 8 came in with many boxes of lunch.

“Boxed lunch, boxed lunch.” The woman yelled.

The big households didn’t go back at noon, they just ate inside and continued to study stocks.

Yang Fei asked, “How do I sell box lunches?”

“A good three yuan, a little bit, only costs two yuan. Brother, how many yuan do you want?” The woman Shang Hai has a heavy accent, and she also has a hint of teasing.

“Hey, Li Jiao’e, how do you know that they are a little brother? Maybe, they are very big?”

“Dajinya, don’t talk to me. You haven’t settled the food for the past few days! God runs a small business and does not owe it on credit.”

“Hey, who is my Dajinya? Starting from the three major securities firms, I am an old man in the big family room! Who is from Wanguo, Shenyin, Haitong, who does not recognize me Dajinya? Do it now, some big customers I jumped off the building, and some went to the street to sell newspapers, but I am the only one who is still strong! Will I send you lunch money? Funny!”

Yang Fei bought a three-yuan box lunch and asked casually, “How many boxes did you sell today? Three yuan or two yuan, which one sells more?”

“What? Do you want to grab my business?” Li Jiao’e chuckled, “I thought I was in a big family room back then! If I didn’t lose money, I wouldn’t sell box lunches!”

Yang Fei said faintly: “Don’t worry, I don’t have this thought. I just want to see the stock market from the box lunches you sell.”

“You little brother, it’s really interesting. Box lunch is box lunch. How can you see the stock market?” Li Jiao’e took the money and handed over a box lunch. “Little brother, eat your box lunch and look at your computer! ”

“People in the stock market make money, they will buy your three yuan box lunch to eat, lose money, can only buy two yuan box lunch to eat. From your daily box lunch sales, you can see the rain or shine in the stock market.”

Li Jiao’e stopped smiling and looked at Yang Fei with a strange look. She felt that this person was either a lunatic or a fool.

The girl behind her took out a small book with the words “composition” written on the cover, handed it to Yang Fei, and said: “We count the box lunches we sell every day.”

Yang Fei reached for it, but she withdrew her hand.

“It’s okay to show you, but you have to give me money.” There was a shrewd look in the girl’s beautiful eyes.

“Well, how much do you want?” Yang Fei asked with a smile.

“Ten yuan!” The girl boldly stretched out a finger.

Many factories are now laid off. Workers who are not laid off have a monthly salary of two hundred fifty or sixty yuan. She asks for ten yuan, which is indeed not low.

“Yes.” Yang Fei took out thirteen yuan and handed it to her, “This is the lunch money plus the money for this little book. Little sister, don’t you go to school?”

“I graduated from high school!”

Yang Fei was startled, and smiled: “You have a baby face! You look like a little girl.”

“I’m only seventeen and a half years old, isn’t it a little girl?”

“You didn’t enter the university?”

“Who said I didn’t pass the exam? I just don’t want to go to study!”

Yang Fei laughed and looked at her notebook.

While eating, Da Jinya smiled and said, “Li Jiao’e, your daughter Chen Chun is better at doing business than you. I helped you make another ten dollars.”

Chen Chun curled his lips: “She is her, I am me, and the money I earn is my pocket money.”

Yang Fei looked at the notebook and drew a curve on a white paper. He smiled and said, “Your name is Chen Chun? Do you want to make money? From now on, you will give me the number of boxes your mother sells every day. I’ll give you ten dollars.”

“Really?” Chen Chun’s eyes lit up, and he thought of Xiao Jiu-jiu in his heart. Ten yuan a day, 300 yuan a month, which is equivalent to a worker’s wages. It’s so easy and easy.

Yang Fei gave a hum.

“Naragogo!” Chen Chun said, really extending the little finger of his right hand.

Yang Fei burst into laughter, shook his head, and pulled his finger with her.

Chen Chun earnestly sang: “Take a hook, hang yourself, one hundred years, no change!”

“It’s going to die!” Li Jiao’e patted her daughter on the back of the neck, “Give me the money.”

“Why give you the money I earn by my skills?” Chen Chun threw away his hand mischievously, turned and ran away.

“This girl is really looking for death!” Li Jiao’e mentioned the unsold box lunch and chased it up.

Yang Fei looked at the drawn curve, thinking slightly.

A scent of boss smoke came out.

Yang Fei raised his head and saw the yellow front teeth of the big golden tooth.

“Hey, brother, where to study stocks?”

“The box lunch index, you can read it if you want.” Yang Fei said generously.

“A few boxes of lunch, what can you see?” Da Jinya said disapprovingly.

Yang Fei smiled indifferently, thinking that you are a big boss with a background in mining, and you won’t understand the secret of the bento index, which is not spread in the stock market.