Speculation is a profound science, and speculators are a dangerous and high-risk profession. People who work in this profession need to possess business qualities far exceed any other industry. A successful speculator must be:

A master of strategic layout, not to be moved by short-term small profits, learn to learn from Buffett to buy stocks;

He must be a psychoanalyst master who can accurately grasp the changes in the mental states of various characters around him, at least as smart as Lu Xiaofeng's nose;

You must have the ability to detect and find the real clues hidden from the cumbersome and chaotic information, but you must be careful and beware of the tragic ending of Zuo Lengchan being deceived into castration;

If you want to be green, you will almost become a lunatic;

The last and most important point is that speculators must also have a bottom line and must firmly hold on. Wei Xiaobao also knows how many years to catch fish, and you can't be inferior to him.

After searching through the Twenty-Four Histories and looking at European and American legends, there are basically no speculators who fully meet these conditions, or there is no record of them at all. This is because superb speculators have grasped the above points.

The Gushen Temple in Qiaoling, western Zhejiang is famous far and wide. It is said to have been in the Wu Zetian era of the Tang Dynasty. It has been more than a thousand years since then. Although it has experienced wars, the incense is still in its prime. Every year, the villagers from all over the countryside come to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, praying for the wind and rain and the harvest. Yunqiao Town at the foot of the ridge also holds the annual Kushen God. Each village sends strong men to dance dragons and beautiful girls to play boat girls, and blow and play along the way to the town. This is a major local tourism feature. At this time of year, many tourists even come from Hangzhou and Shanghai.

It was already dewy in early spring, and the cold wind was still biting. Although there were not many pilgrims, the Valley Temple was still swaying cigarettes. A young man in a long gown shook the signboard piously, "Bang" and a sign jumped out of the signboard. The young man picked up the signboard and looked at it, turned around and walked towards the signboard.

"Master please explain the signature." The young man respectfully handed his hand to the white-bearded monk behind the table. The monk took the signature, squinted his eyes, took a book on the table, turned it over and scratched it on the paper, and chanted it in his mouth: "The Luyao of the Red Dust is a guest, the treasure sheath cannot hide the coldness of the sword. The passion is the aspiration of a scholar, and the white clouds are deep in my home." He raised his head and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what the donor wants."

"The way forward." The young man calmed down for a moment.

After reciting, the old monk looked up at the young man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The donor asks for the future, and I will not hide it from each other. This is the middle and lower-level signature. According to the sign words, the donor encounter strange encounters, but his ambitions are great, and his future is unpredictable. Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha said that he has good roots to seek good results. Don't recite gains and losses as a way to do it. Amitabha Buddha."

"Thank you, Master." The young man took out a silver dollar from his arms and placed it on the table, then leaned forward slightly to salute.

After leaving the mountain gate, the young man walked down the steps. The mountain breeze slowly blew on his face, and the branches had spit out new green. However, he seemed to have no intention of appreciating the scenery of the early spring, but he just said with a low voice: "The road from the world is a guest, a guest..., a guest, yes, I am a guest of this era. But I cannot go back, God, this is really a bird, God."

"God, God, whoever you asked me to go back, I will definitely reshape your golden body and be your most devout believers. I will no longer mess with those little stars, no longer corrupt state cadres, and must be honest, Amitabha."

Slowly, young people walked to the town. Yunqiao Town was not big. There was a street at the end of the town, sometimes or at several alleys. There was a stage in the center of the town. There were always several groups of opera troupes who traveled to the world to perform their skills in the year. During the festivals, several major clans in the town often invited them to entertain their fellow villagers.

It has been a few months here. From the perspective of young people, the folk customs here are simple and the interpersonal relationships are simple. If there is anything, it will be organized and coordinated by the wealthy family or the patriarch. In the few months he was here, he encountered two such things, one of which was his recognition of his father.

That was more than a month after he woke up. He always thought it was a few bad friends who set up his plans for him. From the beginning, he was funny, suspicious, numb, confirmation, and gave up. He was very grateful to the old couple who saved him. If it weren't for them, he would either be frozen to death or fed the wolf like Xianglin's son, but there wouldn't be a woman saying everywhere: "I'm so stupid." So he finally decided to recognize the old couple as his parents. The desolate old couple under his knees were overjoyed. They were not wealthy and held three or four "luxury" banquets and invited neighbors of the tribe. He also kowtowed his adoptive father and mother three times in public, becoming the son of Zhuang Laishun, and also entered the Zhuang family genealogy and changed the name to Zhuang Jihua. Jihua was his name in later generations. Parents who immigrated to the United States hope that their children should always remember that they are Chinese.

This simple atmosphere made him dare not confirm whether he was in the legendary "Republic of China" era, because in the books he had read, this era should be chaotic, the farmers were miserable, and the landlords were inhumane. On the contrary, he saw that the relationship between those landlords and farmers was completely different from those in books or in some TV series, at least better than the migrant workers in their previous lives, at least it seems to be.

Bluestone slabs, ridges of horns, swaying light smoke, a man carrying bamboo sticks, a young wife with buns, a big girl with long braids, and a few women wearing cheongsams. They occasionally walk by, but they are definitely not the kind of high-slit common in later film and television dramas. They are so high-slit that they are so popular that they are so beautiful that they are simple and natural.

Zhuang Jihua walked on the street, looking at the shops on both sides from time to time, but never had the intention to enter. Before going up the mountain, he brought himself to the only valuable and valuable thing in this era - a watch, which was sent to the pawn shop, and received 360 oceans. Lao Chaofeng knew that this watch must be more than this number, but if he really wanted to sell it, he could only go to a big city like Shanghai and Nanjing. He had no choice but to accept it. This was the gift given to him by his father when he graduated from graduate school. Even in the United States, he would have to look at other things in the world, with mobile credit card, RMB and US dollars. At first, he thought the US dollar was still considered money, but when he was happy, he saw the words series 2002 next to the avatar of the American pioneers, so... he had to admit that he was the pauper of this era.

Before he knew it, he saw a tea guitar swaying in front of him. Only then did he feel a little thirsty. After coming out for a long time, he also found what he wanted and wandered all his life. The wine shop and teahouse, the spread of news from the world written by literati and poets.

There were three sedan chairs parked at the entrance of the teahouse, and several sedan chairmen sat crookedly beside drinking water and chatting. When they stepped into the teahouse, the guy took him upstairs attentively. He didn't say anything, but naturally followed him upstairs and found a place to sit down on the street. He ordered a plate of osmanthus cake, a plate of small su cakes, and a pot of cloud tea. While the guy was organizing, he began to look at the guests upstairs.

Perhaps it was because the coldness of the early spring was not gone, and there were not many guests upstairs with only five tables. The farthest from him were two businessmen, and on the left were three old men playing chess. Soon his attention was attracted by the table sitting in the middle. There were two plates of snacks in the middle of the table, but there were more pine nuts, and there were three people sitting around. The man in the middle was a little older and looked a little thin. He was wearing a blue cloth gown, an enamel glasses on his face, and leaned tilted on the chair; the man in the left hand was wearing a gray cloth gown with a serious face, but the most eye-catching thing was the bald head; the man in the right head looked more pleasing, with a flat head, a national face, and a rare local suit. The two of them had their waists straight in common. The left and right tables were obviously their followers, which was also the reason why he attracted his attention.

"School is about to start, and I hope my brother can go back and preside over everything as soon as possible." The accent of the suit has a heavy Cantonese flavor.

"For many students, you also know that the school is about to start, but there is no money, there is no venue, equipment, and teachers. What should the school do? Those smokers are still making things difficult for them. The teacher is busy and unable to take care of them. It is okay for us to suffer some grievances. But in the long run, what should the school do? Instead of stopping the road and making people laugh, it is better to stop it." The bald man said with resentment.

"I have talked with my brother several times. This time, Mr. Wang made a great decision and the school must do it. As for other matters, Brother Zhongkai promises not to worry about his brother, and he only needs to worry about teaching. Besides, the evil man also promises to support him with all his strength, and he will be unsure of his future affairs."

"Wicked man? Hum" bald man hummed twice, "The evil man is not trustworthy, he is doing plunder in the name of ideology. I will never believe that he can always cooperate with him and make successful mutual success. The gentleman insists on his own opinion and will inevitably be harmed by him in the future."

"Otherwise, I have recently studied the evildoerism and have something in common with Mr.'s propositions. Moreover, Mr. has decided to join forces with him. We should do our best to help him. My brother often calls himself a believer. Do you have to leave at this time? If so, how can I treat my colleagues and the world?" What the bald man said made the suit a little excited, and his tone was inevitable.

At this time, the glasses on the chair were crooked and reached out to pick up a small Su cake. "Chicken stone, many, try it. This small Su cake is soft and tasty. If you put this Yunwu tea, it will be the most despicable. Try it."

The bald man seemed to respect the glasses very much, so he kept silent and picked up a pine nut and fed it into the mouth; but he picked up a tea bowl and drank a sip of tea.
Chapter completed!