Chapter 18, It's a Dosage of Medicine

Dr. Zhou stood up, turned the TV louder, and then replied excitedly: "I didn't expect others to be able to control food and accommodation. I have never known that 'don't worry about the vague future, just work hard for the clear present'. I know that life is not just sitting and waiting, good luck will fall from the sky. Even if the good luck is destined, I have to find it myself.

Please remember: I am a psychologist, I know very well how lies and scams are weaved, and I know how to brainwash; I know that the promises of those people have never been reliable, and I know that it is better to seek others than to seek others. But, in that environment, do I have any other solutions?

No, I can only pretend to believe in them, their greatness, their glory, and then beg for their permission... Otherwise, why did I immediately take a gamble when you persuaded me?"

Dr. Zhou glanced at An Feng, pointed to the TV screen, and changed the topic: "Haha, after watching the original version, I realized that you are not like this "Rain Man". Yes, this "Rain Man" is truly autistic - life is repeated and rigid, adhering to fixed rituals, and always doing fixed things at fixed time. For example, watching fixed TV programs at fixed time...

Well, the last point you are a little close. You always watch financial programs at a fixed time every day; you still exercise for seven minutes at a fixed time, never delaying. But there are fixed recipes for each meal; sleep at a fixed time; wear only flat-footed underwear purchased from a certain store - you don't look like these. Are you still going to put on? When will you put on?"

Dr. Zhou’s Zhengrong was only revealed for a moment, and he concealed it quickly. An Feng pretended not to feel it. He curled his lips very normally and replied: “Do you think I still need to pretend now?”

Dr. Zhou looked at the room and replied: "Prepare it, at least after entering school. When the admission procedures are completed, you will be no longer afraid of anything."

"I listen to the doctor." An Feng also covered up very well and pretended to be very well-behaved.

In fact, the two people in the room had both IQs. They both knew each other's pretending, but they tacitly pretended not to know each other's pretending... This situation was quite funny and it was a bit unstoppable to laugh.

"So, what to eat for dinner? I suggest you continue to eat pizza." During this period, the two of them had eaten pizza countless times. At first, they felt fresh, but now they were a little nauseous. Seeing Dr. Zhou's expression that could not help, An Feng calmly continued: "Or what if we change to burgers?"

Dr. Zhou looked at the room with a wry smile. For so many days, the two of them were eating and living in the room, and they were never far away from the room. Although waiters came to clean every day, the room was still messy and like they were robbed. Newspapers and magazines were piled high everywhere, and the video tapes I had seen were all over the floor - the waiters couldn't clean up these materials, so they could only classify them a little, and then let them pile them on the sofa, in the corner, and by the window.

"I said, let's clean up the room? It seems that it's going to be Christmas holidays," Dr. Zhou suggested: "The streets are full of joy, our room is deserted and has no joy at all, not like the New Year... How much money do you have left for the event? Why don't we go out and buy some simple New Year gifts, decorate the room, and add a little lively atmosphere."

"Tsk, I'm not interested in the foreign devils' festival. Moreover, now is the most critical time, and our returns depend on the last three minutes..." An Feng counted the days, and sure enough, there were two days left to enter the Christmas holiday, which means: tomorrow will be the last trading day before the festival. The closer it is to the end, the more you need to concentrate.

"You are wrong," Dr. Zhou retorted: "Psychologically speaking, maintaining tension for a long time will cause unnecessary toxins to accumulate in the endocrine system, which will cause... Simply put, happiness is a medicine that specializes in the treatment of depression and psychological depression. We come to a strange environment, nervous, alert, nervous, fear... all kinds of negative emotions are present. In addition, the pressure on the wallet continues, so we need a drug to relieve it and evacuate the nervousness.

Now, my prescription is happiness. If you open the curtains and look, everyone is happy and happy on the streets, just try to go out and integrate into this joyful atmosphere, let adrenaline secretion and dopamine flow throughout your body, and you can be as happy as you can.

Please remember that this is a dose of medicine. All festivals are actually medicines. This medicine makes you happy, relaxes, and relieves stress. Why do you ask if this medicine is a foreigner or a native? Can penicillin, colds, and severity immediately stop you, and you don’t need it? When will you have a foreign relationship with overseas Chinese?"

"Okay, I love you, you are a sly person." An Feng sighed childishly: "The doctor's words always hurt people's hearts and minds... How much do you want to spend on this happiness?"

Dr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and looked at An Feng, and said hesitantly: "I am not a person with high desire for as much money as I have."

"Then... twenty thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars per person, how about it? The happiness of ten thousand dollars should be enough."

Although I know that An Feng is sensitive to numbers and is very good at curve fluctuations,... but so awesome, Dr. Zhou still amazes him: "It's only been less than two weeks... Oh, it's only eight trading days? Is it a total investment of less than 30,000 yuan, and you can now move out 20,000 yuan?"

An Feng smacked his lips: "If you are not crueler, maybe... forget it, you are right, life is long. We don't need to continue to be nervous. We will have a holiday tomorrow and don't do anything to celebrate the New Year. I will move out 100,000 US dollars and let's have a fat New Year."

Hundred Thousand? Dr. Zhou suddenly felt relieved and felt very comfortable. He said in surprise: "Actually there is no need to be so much... How did you do it?"

"Futures are just 'one to win ten'. Of course, fortunately, this currency fluctuates greatly every day. If it were the kind of currency that fluctuates by several thousandths a day, it would probably not have such a big profit." An Feng danced his fingers on the computer keyboard like playing the piano, and then stood up and waited for the computer to process the data - at that time, the processing program of the 486 computer was simply a magnificent cart speed.

"Okay, we should be satisfied. Anyway, the big head is behind. I just put all the cash and settlement dates on my hands until after the New Year. Now, we can concentrate on our happiness - it's the New Year! This is a fat year."

Dr. Zhou turned around the newspapers and magazines in the room. An Feng closed his eyes and looked like he couldn't bear to separate. Dr. Zhou sneered, rushed to the door immediately, opened the door, and shouted to the waiter in the corridor: "Waiter, throw out all the newspapers and magazines in my room and thoroughly organize the room. Except for our luggage, as well as our personalities, everything else, throw away!"

After a lot of trouble, the two of them walked out of the hotel in a well-dressed manner. When they stepped out of the alley where the hotel was, An Feng turned around and looked at Unit 11... Sometimes they were really afraid that time would tell the truth.

There is a person hidden in everyone's heart. You don't know whether the other person's life is good or bad, but sometimes, what you miss is just a simple name, a simple encounter.

But life has to continue.

Money is a coward, knowing that his wealth is increasing, and the increase rate is greater than the consumption rate. When Dr. Zhou took to the streets, he felt much more peaceful. When he arrived at the nearest commercial street, he liked everything and saw beautiful everything. Two men, one big and one small, happily wandered on Angel (Angele, or translated as 'angel') street in Islington, taking photos all the way, and the most common Chinese is: "Take it!"

Angel Street in Islington is not like Oxford Street, which is a paradise for wealthy and rich people. Its rich British style and cultural heritage are loved by tourists. But Angel (Angel Street) is just an ordinary western street full of modern flavor. It is fashionable and trendy, and it also has many specialty stores, antique shops, and boutique shops, but it is not as crowded as the main street in the city. The prices here are not expensive, and you can walk freely on this street, which is truly a paradise for civilians.

Because the prices are not high, some things are even cheaper than in China, and even An Feng didn't realize it and bought them again and again. Unconsciously, when the whole street reached one-third of the place, Dr. Zhou's shopping bags piled up in a mountain. Only An Feng took out his child's identity and didn't hold anything in his hand. He took a can of Coca-Cola, Shiran slowly opened the door and entered another clothing store.

Dr. Zhou gasped and carefully placed more than a dozen shopping bags on the shiny and neat terrazzo floor in the clothing store. He raised his head and found that An Feng had walked to the children's area, with the concentration and persistence of "rain man" on his face, and was carefully picking down jackets of various colors. He couldn't help but take a deep breath: "I said, is it necessary? You have bought two sets of down jackets."

"But this one is different, this is Moncler..." After pausing, An Feng remembered the translation of this brand 30 years later: "Hong Kong and Taiwan people call this brand 'Feather Emperor', and the founder of this company invented the down jacket. Therefore, the down jacket of this brand is the best - no one."

The conversation between the two was spoken in Chinese. An Feng said it over and squeaked Coke. Dr. Zhou suddenly fell into deep thought when he looked at An Feng. He looked at him curiously, as if he had never known the latter. An Feng was completely surprised. He continued to pull down his down jacket leisurely and waved to the waiter casually, asking the waiter with a casual attitude as if he was talking about "the weather is good today": "Do you have the store to handle delivery?"

Dr. Zhou understood this English sentence, and his accent... had an indescribable smell. He immediately heard the clerk's respectful reply: "Sir, I am willing to serve you, but this store..."

An Feng is a young man, and the waiter needs to squat down to be level with An Feng's sight, but the waiter's name "sir" is really sincere and sincere.

"How much is the delivery fee?" An Feng continued to ask lightly.

The clerk glanced at the quick glance, estimated the shopping bags piled on the ground, and said carefully: "Sir, we will send the goods sold in our store to your residence for free. As for the extra goods you purchased in other stores, we will charge... a little tip."

"Two-way fare, plus ten percent tip..." An Feng said smoothly: "Is that OK?"

"As you wish," the clerk bowed slightly. Another clerk immediately ran over, counted the shopping bags on the floor one by one, and began to write a list. Dr. Zhou immediately understood what he should do. He took the sticky note handed by the cashier and lowered his head to write the hotel address...
Chapter completed!