Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

In the past few times, Lian Mingyou has stumbled one after another.

Zhang Jiaqiang had long planned to deal with him, but he just couldn't spare any time.

Since he took the initiative to stick out his neck today, he would inevitably be stabbed.

Zhang Jiaqiang clearly remembers that the Shanghai stock market closed at 325.8 points on the last trading day of July [-].

After three major pieces of good news were announced tomorrow, the price jumped higher on August 1052 and rose to [-] in thirty trading days.

That's why Zhang Jiaqiang encouraged Lian Mingyou to make a bet.

If he takes the bait, even if he can't completely praise him this time, he will at least be able to calm down for a while.

Lian Mingyou's feminine voice sounded, "The market is unpredictable, and many experts have lost their heads. Is Director Zhang so confident?"

Zhang Jiaqiang raised his head and curled his lips, pretending to be arrogant.

"Of course, who among the big households doesn't know that I am a stock god? My guess on the closing price is almost the same every day!"

Lian Mingyou has learned a lot about Zhang Jiaqiang during this period, including his background, experience, and even what he did in the big house.

He knew that Zhang Jiaqiang was definitely not a stock god, otherwise he would have used a mentally ill person as a trader, and he had never heard of Zhang Jiaqiang being such a god in stocks.

This time he must be bragging!

Moreover, Lian Mingyou learned some inside information from the upper management. This time the market will hit a new low, so he can be more confident in guessing the closing index.

So he planned to give Zhang Jiaqiang a hard slap in the face.

Lian Mingyou smiled as brightly as the sun.

"Well, since Director Zhang is confident, I'll play with you. What do you think of how to play?"

Zhang Jiaqiang pretended to think for a moment and said, "The market is now at 330 points, and there are still more than ten minutes before the closing. Let's each guess a point. Whoever guesses the closest at the closing will win, but the premise is that it can only be high and not low. Got it!"

Lian Mingyou said, "I understand, that is to say, if the closing price is 99 points, the one who guesses [-] or more wins, and the one who guesses [-] points will be considered a loser. If they all guessed high, the closest one will win!"

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled and nodded in agreement.

Lian Mingyou said, "This kind of game is interesting if it has some bonuses. I wonder what Director Zhang wants?"

He wants to win favors, but lets others take the initiative.

What Xiaoyao said is right. This guy loves money as much as his life, and he also cherishes feathers. To put it bluntly, he is both responsible and established.

Zhang Jiaqiang took advantage of his shortcomings and smiled calmly.

"Young Master Lian has already said it, how could I not respond? Let's have a little fun. I still have a deposit of 30 in my account. If I lose, this account will be given to you. If you lose, you should still have some money in your account." You have a lot of stocks, just package them for 30 and transfer them to me!"

Lian Mingyou thought for a moment. The unsold stocks in his account still had a market value of about one million. It was a dream to exchange them for 30 in cash.

He felt that he wouldn't suffer any loss in winning or losing, but the stakes were too small, not exciting, and a bit unsettling.

"Okay, this condition is fine. If you win, the account will be mine. If you lose, we will deliver the stocks. However, I will add another condition!"

Zhang Jiaqiang raised his hand to signal him to just talk.

Lian Mingyou smiled softly, "I heard that you donated money to build a charity platform. If you lose, give this project to me, and the initial investment will also be mine!"

Zhang Jiaqiang hates this guy's feminine smile the most. A good man looks like a second-rate man.

He pressed forward step by step and said, "Then what if you lose?"

Lian Mingyou said, "Then I'll grant you the loan!"

This guy really was behind the loan, and now he has the audacity to admit it himself.

It seems that this guy doesn't take me seriously at all. This time he must be taught to remember.

"It's settled. Everyone in the big household will bear witness. I think Mr. Lian won't default on his debt!"

Zhang Jiaqiang planned to make a series of tricks that he would never forget.

Lian Mingyou snorted and said arrogantly, "There is no such thing as deadbeat in my dictionary!"

The originally lifeless large room finally had some vitality.

When Mr. Qian and the others saw the two making a bet, they immediately became interested and stood nearby to watch with interest.

Zhang Jiaqiang asked Mr. Qian and Fu Shaonan to be witnesses, and then he and Lian Mingyou washed a note at the same time and handed it to Mr. Qian.

Although he clearly remembered that today's closing price was 320, [-], he must not write it in such detail, otherwise he would be targeted by someone with serious intentions, which would be troublesome.

Even if Lian Mingyou had inside information, it would not be accurate to the decimal point.

So what Zhang Jiaqiang wrote on the note was 320 six points, which was only [-] points off.

The old money man and the rich man were guarding the two pieces of paper at the same time. All eyes were fixed on the market, waiting for the closing in the last few seconds.

Time passed quickly, and the clock in the main room rang three o'clock.

The last trading day of July has closed!

Everyone looked at it with wide eyes, and saw 325 and several Arabic numerals clearly displayed on the computer screen.

The man with glasses sighed on the spot, "Your mother has hit a new low again!"

Mr. Qian exaggeratedly took out a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if he was sad for this moment.

Lian Mingyou looked at Zhang Jiaqiang with a half-smile, "Director Zhang, you seem to be a little nervous!"

Zhang Jiaqiang ignored him and said, "Don't cry, Mr. Qian, let's find out the answer!"

Mr. Qian coughed lightly, unfolded the note and read, "Zhang Jiaqiang guesses, 320 six o'clock!"

Everyone was in an uproar. This guess was too accurate, just a little bit off.

Lian Mingyou didn't care and urged Mr. Qian to continue.

Mr. Qian's muddy voice echoed through the big room, "Lian Mingyou guessed 320 at five o'clock!"

Whoa!

Everyone burst into exclamations even more enthusiastic than before. This is simply a stock god. His guess is not wrong at all. I am afraid Buffett will not be able to do it even if he comes.

Everyone couldn't help but start to look up to Lian Mingyou.

Even Qian Lao had an eager light in his eyes.

Friends of Lian Ming Feng Qingyun smiled calmly and said, "Thank you all for your support. I will definitely be rewarded in a big way someday!"

He turned to face Zhang Jiaqiang, his expression still calm, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

"Director Zhang, are you convinced now? Hand over your account. I will send someone to your place tomorrow morning to deliver the love platform. Oh, and the loan, don't think about it before the end of the year!"

It is very rare for an honest friend to ridicule others in person. This is completely contrary to the education he has received since childhood.

He himself didn't know why this happened, and even the forbearance he had cultivated over the years was thrown out of the window. He only wanted to see the other party make a fool of himself and be unlucky, which made him feel comfortable!

However, Zhang Jiaqiang did not show any embarrassment or discomfort, but instead showed a bright smile.

"Young Master Lian, you are happy too early!"

Lian Mingyou narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone, "Director Zhang, you are not going to default on your debt, are you?"

Zhang Jiaqiang shook his head and said, "How could you default on your debt? I mean you are also a veteran in the stock market. How could you forget that the market has not had its last tremor yet!"

Lian Mingyou had an angry look on his face, "I have been trading in stocks since the stock market opened. I don't understand the rules..."

Suddenly he was stunned, and it suddenly sounded in his mind that the last 15 minutes of the stock market are the late call auction time, and this time will be delayed by a few seconds to display the market closing index.

In other words, what everyone was looking at just now was the index 15 minutes ago, and looking at it now is the final answer.

Everyone squeezed their heads in front of the screen, and saw clearly displayed on it - 325.8!

Lian Mingyou almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, your mother, she actually lost her position!