After thinking about it for a day or two, Chen Feng thought about it and thought of a solution that was not a solution. After all, time does not wait for others, and entering the market early now means making money early.

That morning, while the family was having breakfast, Chen Feng pretended to be distressed and said, "Dad, mom, I had the same dream yesterday."

Chen Dayong said angrily: "You little brat, are you having nightmares? Every time you make you less playful, you just disobedient and run around. You're even more busy than me, I'm so busy now that you're having nightmares."

Zhao Xiaolan glared at her husband fiercely and comforted her son, "Xiaofeng, don't be afraid, you may have hurt your vitality by playing tricks. Today, I will stew an old hen to replenish your body. It will be fine in one or two days."

Chen Feng pretended to defend himself and said, "Mom, what I have is not a nightmare, but a good dream. I dreamed that our family lived in a foreign building and drove a car at home."

Chen Dayong couldn't help but smile and said jokingly: "Oh, what kind of foreign building is it? How many floors are there? What brand of sedan is it? Is it a red flag?"

Chen Feng said seriously: "It's not the foreign house here, but in Shanghai, it's a two-story building. The people there are called villas, two-story suites, and several rooms, hundreds of square meters. The car is called Mercedes-Benz, and it's imported from Germany, and each car costs about one million."

Chen Dayong and his wife were both stunned.

"Xiaofeng, you don't have a fever, what villa, Mercedes-Benz?" Zhao Xiaolan touched her son's forehead with great concern and compared her own.

"Mom, I don't have a fever, I'm awake. Do you remember the last time I asked my dad to be a contractor? The reason I was like that was because I dreamed of my dad being a contractor for several days before, and then our family bought a big color TV, a refrigerator, and a washing machine."

"What nonsense do you guys say? Can this make you dream? I dreamed for several days in a row?" Chen Dayong was the first to disbelieve.

Zhao Xiaolan looked a little skeptical and asked, "Xiaofeng, you are not lying. How could you have the same dream for several days in a row?"

Chen Feng pretended to be angry and said, "Why am I lying to you? Did I really dream about it? In the past two days, I also dreamed that my father went to Shanghai to buy a lot of stocks and made a lot of money."

When they heard about making money, Chen Dayong and his wife couldn't help but lit up.

Chen Dayong asked in shock: "Son, do you really dream that your dad went to buy this... stock? Have you made a lot of money?"

Chen Dayong was taken by the village party secretary Chen Deren to invite the township leaders to have a drink a few days ago. He heard the township leaders talk about it. It was said that this thing has just emerged in Shanghai and Shenzhen. Many people went to buy it. It is said that it is very profitable. His son is only seven years old and has known this new thing before he went to school and read the text. It really surprised him. I heard that the stock thing is only piloted in Shanghai and Shenzhen, and newspapers, radio, television and other things have not been reported. In this countryside, only the leaders in the village are well-informed. They know this stock and have told him as a story. His son is obviously not among the well-informed people, nor among the people who can listen to the township leaders tell stories. At this time, Chen Dayong couldn't help but be surprised that his son had been having a "dream" for several days.

"Yes, it's so much money, it can't even be filled with a sack."

Chen Feng deliberately opened his hands and gestured with exaggerated expression. His movement made Chen Dayong so demented that he almost drooled. Zhao Xiaolan also looked fascinated and exclaimed: "Son, what you have is really a good dream, a big sack of money, tsk, why didn't your mother dream of such a good dream?"

"Good son, do you know what stocks are?" Chen Dayong had already changed into a fatherly expression.

Chen Feng pretended to be serious and shook his head. After his father showed disappointment, he spoke: "I don't know what stocks are, but in my dream, many people bought them with bundles of money, and then they all made a fortune in exchange for the whole bag of money."

Chen Dayong finally couldn't help but swallowed with a gurgle.

This time it was Zhao Xiaolan's turn to disbelieve it. She touched her son's head and smiled and said, "Silly kid, how can there be such a good thing in the world? If there is really, won't everyone beg to buy this... this stock?"

"Xiaolan, don't you know? I heard that this stock is really profitable. Some people in Shanghai and Shenzhen are queuing up all night to buy this. I heard that if you buy a stock for 100 yuan today, it will become a few hundred yuan per piece in a few days."

"Really, fake? Who wouldn't buy such a good thing?" Zhao Xiaolan widened her eyes.

"I also heard from the township leader Zhang in our township. He is a city native and has been to college. He has seen more worlds than us, so it should be true."

"If there is such a good thing, then we will buy it too. Anyway, we have some savings now and the construction team has also been on track. Besides, we are not too far from Shanghai, and we can get there in about ten hours when we go to the county town to take a long-distance bus." Zhao Xiaolan couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"At that time, the village head Zhang was just telling stories, and it was hard to guarantee that he would make money. I couldn't go to Shanghai so rashly, after all, I was unfamiliar with the place there. And... I don't know much literacy, and I still talked in Mandarin in a standard way." Although Chen Dayong was moved, he was telling the truth. It would be a bit difficult to ask him, a semi-illiterate farmer, to buy stocks in Shanghai without a cultural person.

Chen Feng couldn't help but make a sudden idea and said, "Dad, why don't you come to visit the village chief Zhang and ask him in detail about buying stocks. If you can bring him to Shanghai to buy stocks, that would be the best. Dad, you can reimburse him for food, accommodation and travel expenses for the round trip. If he is also moved and wants to buy with you, it means that the stock is a sure profit."

Chen Dayong was stunned when he heard this, then clapped his hands and sighed: "Okay, you guy, I thought of going with my dad. OK! I'll go buy a cigarette now and visit me at home."

Chen Dayong is an impatient person, not to mention that this is a matter of a lot of money, so he didn't delay it. After saying this, he hurried out.

"Son, do you think Township Mayor Zhang will agree to go buy this... stock with your dad?" Zhao Xiaolan didn't seem to have much confidence.

"As long as Township Mayor Zhang wants to make money and make a fortune, he will definitely agree." Compared to his mother, Chen Feng is much more confident.

Chen Dayong did not come back until after 2:00 in the afternoon, and he was drunk and told his wife and children intermittently with burps.

The matter was a little different from what Chen Feng expected. After Chen Dayong came to visit the door with a cigarette to explain his purpose, Township Mayor Zhang said everything he knew. He said that as long as people with a little more courageous buy stocks, they would definitely make a profit without losing money. Chen Dayong once again confirmed from him that he was making a profit now. He was even more intent and directly proposed to ask him to take him to Shanghai to buy stocks. However, Township Mayor Zhang flatly refused. When Chen Dayong was about to give up, Township Mayor Zhang suddenly turned aside, saying that he had a nephew in the county town. He was originally assigned to work in a state-owned enterprise after graduating from high school, but the enterprise went bankrupt within two years. Now his nephew is still doing nothing all day long. He can introduce this nephew to Shanghai with Chen Dayong.

Chen Dayong was of course very happy when he heard this. When Township Chief Zhang saw that he agreed, he was very happy to invite him to the table. The two of them had a glass of wine, and the more they talked, the more they became more and more involved, so they kept drinking until now.

"I heard from the township chief Zhang that there are eight Shanghai stocks now, and each stock is different. Son, did you dream of buying which stock is the most profitable one?"

Chen Dayong originally asked casually with a joke, but he was not particularly hopeful, but Chen Feng certainly would not let him down. He pretended to recall for a while, and then replied: "I remember that there seemed to be two of them the most profitable, one seemed to be called Aizhi Electronics, the other was called Yuyuan, and the other seemed to be called Shenhua."

Chen Dayong was stunned for a long time before he shouted as if he had found a treasure: "My good son! You really dreamed!"

As he said that, he hugged his son in his arms. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he kissed his little face several times.

Chen Feng was so painful that he was pricked by his father's beard that he could only protest. Fortunately, his mother couldn't stand it and took him away from his father's "claws".

"Good son, say it again. Dad write down all three stocks you said. When I go to Shanghai, Dad will give up this time and buy all three stocks. Dad believes that you are our Shancai boy." Chen Dayong laughed and took out the small notepad he had always carried with him.
Chapter completed!