Chapter 30 Stock Crazy

"Oh, son, are you okay? Why are your eyes swollen like this?" Pang Zhou's mother brought a bowl of millet porridge to his room.

"It's okay, I just slept a little late last night..."

It’s strange that it’s okay. He doesn’t understand the principle that the stock market is just night. He even thinks there are too many variables all night, let alone keeping a warehouse for the weekend? It’s not an adjective to be said to be worried, but a verb.

"Come on, drink some millet porridge. Do you eat tea eggs? I'll get one for you?"

"Don't!" Pang Zhou hurriedly stopped her. Who doesn't feel sorry for her mother: "I'll go by myself, don't be busy."

"Okay, okay. Your dad is still in the living room and just eat with him."

Pang Zhou walked out with a bowl of porridge, and asked as he walked, "It's rare that my dad actually had time to have breakfast at home today?"

"He, hum, I can show off my best performance recently. I heard that I have to take another step, and I will only be busier in the future!"

Pang Zhou walked to the dining room next to the kitchen and saw that his father was indeed leisurely crossing his legs, flipping through the newspaper and holding half a tea egg in the other hand, and was eating and reading while enjoying it.

"Dad, it's early." Pang Zhou was most afraid of his father, so he quickly greeted him obediently when he met him.

"Oh, son." Pang Zhou's father put the newspaper on the dining table, raised his head and asked, "How is your job recently? You're not lazy by placing me?"

Bang-dang!

With a crisp sound, the bowl of porridge in Pang Zhou's hand fell to the ground, and the thin yellow millet porridge that was still steaming was spilled all over the floor, but he seemed to have not heard it.

"Hey, you kid, why are you going to get the trash can? Why are you standing there?"

Pang Zhou rarely ignored his father's reprimand, grabbed the newspaper on the table, opened it with trembling hands and started reading. He murmured in a daze: "...Stop issuing new shares, allow securities companies to raise funds, establish Sino-foreign joint venture funds, stabilize and develop the stock market!"

The stock market has continued to plummet since February 1993 and the market was extremely depressed, which finally aroused concerns among Chinese regulators. On July 30, 1994, the People's Daily published an article on the China Securities Regulatory Commission and relevant departments of the State Council to discuss measures to stabilize and develop the stock market. At a critical moment, the government finally implemented the three famous rescue policies in history. The Chinese stock market, which had fallen to the bottom, rose with the trend, and the market finally ushered in the dawn after a long dark night.

As the bull market started, Chinese investors once again experienced the power of the "policy market". The Shanghai Composite Index rose from 333.92 points at the end of July to 1052.94 points in September, with an increase of 215.33% in two months. This time, I don’t know how many wealth myths were created!

"Haha, hehe! I've posted it, I've posted it!" Pang Zhou threw the newspaper into the sky and laughed loudly.

"Oh, little brat, why are you crazy? Look at you making me the ground..."

Without waiting for the mother to run out of the sound, Pang Zhou continued to complain, and he pulled her hand and turned it up.

"I've sent it, I'm rich! Mom, let's change to a bigger house in the future and buy two! Live in one, and you can empty one!"

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly, you said you made money. Money was scraped from the sky?"

Pang Zhou said with a smile: "Yes, it's shattered from the sky! The stocks I bought yesterday are about to rise, and the stocks in China are about to rise! Mom, tell you, this is faster than shattering money from the sky!"

"Ah? Tell me quickly, how much money did you make?" Pang Zhou's mother didn't care about the millet porridge on the ground, and quickly pulled her son and asked.

"Well—" Pang Zhou was quiet for a moment, tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "I don't know, I will not know until the opening of the market on Monday. But it must be indispensable. If you double it or double it, it's like playing!"

Time flies, and it is Monday. Pang Zhou got up early that day, washed his face and comb his hair meticulously, and put on a decent white suit. If you want to say that Buddha relies on gold and horses and saddles, he would immediately look extremely energetic after he dressed up and down.

When we arrived at the securities company, the originally deserted and empty hall suddenly became crowded with people. Even before the business hours were up, people were still standing next to each other in front of the business window. Some even just packed bundles of banknotes in plastic bags, waiting anxiously in the queue.

It is really hard to believe that these people who are dressed in shabby and dressed in old-fashioned clothes actually have so much money in their hands. It seems that wealth gathered from the cracks of the stone overnight, becoming their heroic capital for spending a lot of money. This is the magic of stocks, which makes people crazy and unexcited.

At 9:30 on August 1, 1994, with the single beeping of the wall clock in the trading hall, the originally quiet crowd suddenly burst out with a burst of shouts!

"Rise!Rise!Rise!"

Everyone was shouting wildly. The Shanghai Stock Exchange Stock Index, which closed at 333 points on Friday, opened at 400 points as people wished, and was still growing rapidly in a short period of time.

Pang Zhou loosened his neckline and trembled and knocked down the stock code of SD Bohai. At this time, the Chinese stock market was not so mature, and the T+1 trading and daily limit system in later generations had not been implemented. In other words, stocks can be bought and sold on the same day, and it can also rise infinitely with people's enthusiasm...

When the red screen was refreshed, Pang Zhou's heart thumped, he swallowed and looked at the market value of SD Bohai: four yuan7! However, when he rubbed his eyes and looked again-

Five pieces!

Oh my God, it is still flying like a rocket, five-two, five-five, and six-two!

He just was dazed, and the stock price actually rose by one dollar! This dollar was all his labor income in two years!

Pang Zhou was also as crazy as the crowd outside. He laughed and pushed open the seat, opened the office door, and opened the office building door. With the envious and regretful eyes of his colleagues, he disappeared on the busy street outside.

Unfortunately, they didn't even have time to feel jealous, and they were about to be overwhelmed by the investors who flocked to the counter.

In a small noodle restaurant opposite the securities trading hall, Zhou Shuo found a seat by the window and sat down, waved to ask for a bowl of big meat noodles. At this time, the restaurant was cheap and affordable. The beef in the noodles that cost four yuan a bowl was as big as a palm. The noodle soup was an old soup made of beef bones. Mix some chopped peanuts and sprinkle a thick layer of coriander, which was a word - beauty!

He picked up the chili pot on the table, and the oily spicy food was shiny, adding spoonful after spoonful. The red pepper and green coriander complemented each other, making people salivate. He stirred it in the noodle bowl with chopsticks, and the red pepper oil floated a layer on the noodle soup, and the green coriander sank the bottom, just like the stock market today.

Zhou Shuo picked up a smear of noodles and took a sip. He felt a stream of heat flowing from his dantian and then spread all over his body. With a bang, a piece of hot sweat came out. Although it was the hot weather in August, the hot sweat was a refreshing feeling as if it was hot. Although it was hot but not dry, it was like a sauna.

He ate a few bites, as if he had just taken a shower. He touched the sweat on his head, looked at the trading hall opposite the man was neighing and shouting, and couldn't help but slapped the chopsticks on the table, laughing.

It’s said that there is God’s will in the dark. Pang Zhou was so excited that he couldn’t help himself. He just ran around because of his feeling. He felt that there was a sense of aura running around everywhere and he had to vent it, otherwise he would have to go crazy!

He ran while laughing, and suddenly heard a laugh as complacent as him. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Shuo! The two of them looked at each other and laughed suddenly.

The fate between people in this world is really wonderful. Whenever Pang Zhou recalls this moment, he feels that this is the most glorious moment of his life. He is not competing with Jobs at the product launch conference, nor is he arguing with Bill Gates, nor is he instructing the country at Harvard and Zuckerberg, but looking at Zhou Shuo through the window in such a small noodle restaurant.

It was just because I looked at you more in the crowd that I became the "legend" of my life! - This sentence was printed on the cover of "The Emperor of Venture Capital. Pang Zhou's Autobiography".

"Master, please accept me as your apprentice and teach me how to trade stocks!"

Zhou Shuo let out a "ha" and ate a bowl of noodles. He picked his teeth with a toothpick and said in surprise: "I haven't gotten married yet and the child hasn't been born yet. Do you tell me to be a disciple?"

The owner of the restaurant came to collect the bowls. Zhou Shuo was about to pay, but Pang Zhou quickly took out ten dollars from his pocket at the speed of a leopard and stuffed it into the boss's hand, shouting in a stack of voices: "Master, I'll do it!"

Zhou Shuo was stunned, shook his head helplessly, raised his legs and walked out. Pang Zhou didn't even want to dump the money, so he rushed to the front. He reached out and pushed open the door of the noodle restaurant and said with a smile: "Master, go slowly!"

"Master, be careful at your feet!"

"Master, I'll help you carry things!"

The noodle restaurant pawn was standing next to the boss, looking at the two people who were walking farther and farther away, and asked in an unknown dialect with the countryside flavor: "Boss, what drama is this singing?"

The boss held the toothpick in his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "I'm just singing crazy shows."

"Stock Crazy Show?" Paotang looked at the opposite side with some confusion, scratched his head and asked, "What is this stock Crazy Show? I haven't heard of it. Many people on the opposite side are crazily running around with a bunch of money. Are they just singing stock Crazy Show?"

"Haha, that's right, it's a big show!"

"Then why don't you go and sing, boss? Look at these people who are anxious, it seems like they have money to pick it up."

The boss patted Paotang on the shoulder and sighed: "If there are those who pick up money in this world, there must be those who lose money. Whose money do you think those people are picking up?"
Chapter completed!