Wednesday.

Another sunny day.

Song Zijin and the bald man gathered together again to smoke and drink tea.

The two of them were in a completely different mood at this moment, one regretted it and the other was very happy.

Finally, it was time for the stock market to open again, and a scene that almost shocked them appeared. The stock was snatched by various funds at the opening.

The daily limit was directly blocked in ten minutes of opening, and there was no chance of hesitation.

"Fuck, awesome!"

"Damn, I lost last year, I will probably be able to make a profit this year!"

"Following this momentum, I feel that I will continue to hit the daily limit tomorrow. There are three, five. I will see five boards first!"

The bald man was so excited that he had been suppressed by all his funds of 500,000 yuan. If he could really reach five daily limits, it would be equivalent to making nearly 300,000 yuan.

This is quite exciting.

Earning 300,000 yuan a week can make people excited just by thinking about it.

Song Zijin was smoking quietly with a cold face. His mood was extremely bad, if it weren't for the fortune teller.

I will never miss this opportunity, but now I have nothing.

Every time I want to buy it, I remember the other party’s advice.

In addition, what the mother-in-law said is very accurate, so be careful.

In this way, he watched his friends make money, but he only had that pitiful little base.

The bald man was in a very good mood and began to be curious. He asked on his own initiative: "No, why are you optimistic about it and not buying it? There were opportunities to increase your position yesterday and the day before yesterday."

At this time, Song Zijin finally felt complicated and said that he had visited his wife's house, and he encountered the fortune teller on the road.

After listening, the bald man immediately laughed.

"This is too crap!"

"Where are you? After this, you can earn 200,000 or 300,000 less!"

Song Zijin was also in a state of impetuousness. He smoked his cigarette with big mouthfuls and said, "It's on the West Street of Changling, the fortune teller is only in his twenties. At that time, I knew it was fake at first glance."

"But what my mother-in-law said was amazing, and I thought so, so I should be careful."

Song Zijin couldn't help but curse, "How could I know that this guy would have lost 300,000 yuan in vain."

The two complained and scolded.

...

It's finally Thursday.

It is nicknamed Black Thursday by many investors.

Because many stocks that have been rising have started to fall on this day.

However, today the stock "Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Eagle" not only did not fall, but even made great news.

The chairman of a listed company actually announced a debt repayment plan. Because there was not enough funds to repay the debt, he chose to "lower debt with meat"!

This is the first pig raising stock, and it sells pork.

Although this debt repayment announcement was a bit bloody and nonsense, no one cares about this in the current stock market.

Even 99% of the shareholders don’t even know where the company is or what it is like.

But I am still willing to spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands to buy stocks.

It sounds ridiculous, but this is the naked reality.

The "agricultural and herdsmanship eagle" is actually going to be a monster. The stock price has not fallen, and the profit-making order has fled wildly, but there is still funds trying to take over at a high level.

The bald man also secretly sweated, he was hesitating whether to sell it.

Anyway, I have made a profit of 180,000 in the future, which is a piece of big meat.

The bald man made up his mind and said, "Damn it, I won't sell it anymore. I'm waiting for you to fall, but I'll make less money anyway."

In comparison.

Song Zijin's mood is much more complicated and worse.

He knew this was an opportunity. If the board was successfully closed again today, then he might have really risen by two more limit-ups.

But if it suddenly collapses, it will definitely flow down three thousand feet.

This risk is very high.

When he was hesitant, he couldn't help but curse again: "If it weren't for the fortune teller, I'd have made money now."

The bald man was also very moved and tried to ask: "Why don't you try it? Now add some more warehouse?"

Song Zijin clenched his fists, and he was very embarrassed because reason told him that he would not pay for buying again now, and the risks outweigh the opportunities.

As a rational investor, it is difficult for me to take this risk.

I've struggled so much.

Leave at 2:00 pm.

As if he was about to slap him in the face, the stock "Agriculture and Herdsmanship Eagle" actually hit the daily limit again.

The bald man was completely crazy, so happy that he shouted loudly: "Sing tonight to wash your feet, mine!"

This was all thanks to the other party's analysis and recommendation that he bought this stock.

But the happier the bald man is, the more uncomfortable Song Zijin feels. The difference and comparison, all of this is blamed for the fortune teller.

Song Zijin slapped the table and said, "He has been so fucked hard!"

He even had an impulse to call and scold his mother-in-law, and the hundreds of thousands slipped away under his nose.

Who is not angry?

The bald man gritted his teeth. He also felt that his buddy was being beaten a little badly this time, and immediately said, "How about this, let's go tonight. What about Changling West Street?"

"Get two cans of red oil and pour it on his shop!"

"If you meet someone, fuck him and relieve him!"

Song Zijin really couldn't stand this suggestion, but now his anger has covered his reason.

Song Zijin said ruthlessly: "Yes, splash his red oil, you will die a liar!"

...

The two of them did it as soon as they said.

At two o'clock that night, I drove two barrels of oil and arrived at Changling West Street.

Seeing that no one was around, he splashed onto the gate of "Wentian Pavilion".

And a few large red characters were written.

"Die liar, I will lose hundreds of thousands!"

"Don't believe it, this is a liar!"

After doing all this, Song Zijin slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then drove away with the bald man with some guilt!
Chapter completed!