Sister, you miss me

In the next week, Yang Feng became a real stockholder. Of course, a stockholder who can manipulate the trend of a stock should be called a market maker.

On Monday, the Yuxin Group's price limit appeared during the call auction. After the opening of the market, it did not rise or fall until the afternoon, six minutes before the close, when it suddenly fell.

Yang Feng did this because he felt that a force was quietly eating goods.

On Tuesday, the daily limit was opened higher, and buying orders continued to accumulate, but it was just a bunch of meaningless numbers. The daily limit was not opened for the entire trading day.

On Wednesday, it was still the same.

"Dad, what do you think?" After the market closed on Wednesday, Wang Cong couldn't help but find his father Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed green light: "It's too much to give people a chance to enter. He eats meat, so let people drink some soup! How can you eat alone?"

"Dad, what do you say now?"

"The cow is going crazy, we have to ride it, or we will regret it, regretting it will turn blue."

"what do you mean……"

"Tomorrow, at any cost, eat goods."

"Understood." Wang Cong clenched his fist, feeling excited.

On Thursday, when Yuxin Hi-Tech's collective bidding bid, there was an increase of 9.5 percent. Seeing that the time came to 9:24:35, Wang Cong filled 100,000 lots at the price of the daily limit.

After the market opened, Wang Cong became nervous when he saw that the deal was successful and the goods were obtained.

There are so many chips in Feng Yuxin's hands. Could it be that Feng Yuxin gave him deliberately.

To this end, he came to his father again.

Unexpectedly, my father suffered as much as he did.

"Don't worry, Feng Yuxin can't always hit her own pot." Wang Lin couldn't even convince herself.

Every midnight dream, Wang Lin would utter the same babble: If he hadn’t touched the Yuxin Group back then, how good, how good...

The father and son watched from the opening of the morning until 2:30 in the afternoon, facing the computer for a long time, holding back urine for a long time, and their eyes were bloodshot.

They really have reached their psychological limit, but who will listen to them.

Time came to 2:55 in the afternoon.

The father and son looked at each other, and at the same time let out a suffocating breath, threw their tired bodies into the sofa and rubbed their faces with their hands.

By this time, there should be no more changes, at least today there was a tie, if the transaction tax is ignored.

"Ah -" Wang Lin stood there suddenly, pointing to the screen and shouting.

Wang Cong leaned over to see, it was a blink of an eye, and he actually stopped again.

Wang Cong's eyes widened and his mouth half-opened, unable to say a word.

At this time, Wang Lin fell heavily into the sofa.

Wang Cong turned his head to look, his father's right palm was firmly grasping the left side of his heart, his eyes widened, his brows were frowned into the word "Chuan", his mouth was wide open, but he seemed out of breath.

Dad had a heart attack again. Wang Cong thought about this and hurriedly looked for medicine on Wang Lin. However, after searching for a long time, he only found Viagra.

With a weeping face, Wang Cong lifted the beautifully packaged Viagra to his father's eyes. Wang Lin knocked it out and finally recovered.

After taking a few breaths, it seemed as if he had experienced life and death, Wang Lin felt a little bit utterly enlightened.

"If you want to play, then, let's play slowly and see who is the final winner." Wang Lin said with a grim face, "I, Wang, crosses 30 people in the capital market, who I am afraid of!"

On Friday, the market was relatively stable and the trading volume was small. Wang Cong secretly ate some of the goods and finally closed with a 5% increase.

The weekend is a time to look back to the past and look to the future.

Review and summarize the gains and losses of the operation last week, whether there are obvious bright spots and bad hands.

Looking ahead to the next week, we will preliminarily determine a shot high or lower limit of stop loss.

The weekend is another time for news.

As a result, many investors love and hate the weekend, and are worried and looking forward to it.

Yang Feng didn't look back and look forward so much. His plan was worked out a week or even half a month ago.

Up to now, the developments have proceeded step by step, with little deviation from the plan.

Occasionally, Yang Feng will be complacent.

People say that master chess players can often see three or five moves later, and those who can see ten moves beyond are the masters.

If one day is counted as one step, Yang Feng has seen a full 15 days in the trend of Yuxin Hi-Tech, which is 15 steps.

So, is he a master?

Yang Feng shook his head, of course not, because he was a bookmaker, a great bookmaker, and a super giant bookmaker.

Only a little uncomfortable. Recently, his innocent tears have been accompanied by the illness. It is flickering and heavy, sometimes good and sometimes bad, a little uncontrollable, and his medical skills are unexpectedly helpless. Runjie, shiny, and chloramphenicol take turns, but with little effect .

For this reason, on Saturday morning, Qin Xue accompanied him and paid a special visit to Fang Jiuwen.

Fang Jiuwen worked behind closed doors without exception, oh no, it was a code word behind closed doors.

A charming secretary in a white coat was about to knock on the door, but Yang Feng stopped him. Yang Feng said he came. The secretary met Yang Feng more than once and knew that he was very familiar with the dean, so he smiled and walked away. Up.

"Vixie."

"Xiaoxue, why do you say that?"

"Have your eyes finally been pulled out?"

"Uh... let's not talk about this." Yang Feng's eyes rolled, "Watching brother perform for you."

After that, he raised his head and glanced at the rotating monitor head on the ceiling of the aisle. He just took it from his wallet and took out two hair-thin wires from his wallet and pierced them into the keyhole.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Qin Xue's small face was nervous, and she had a sense of being a thief.

Two seconds later, Yang Feng frowned, this scene of course fell in Qin Xue's eyes.

A look of contempt rose in Qin Xue's eyes, saying that this thief was unqualified and could not open a door.

Yang Feng put one hand on the doorknob and pressed it lightly, and it actually opened.

"Brother is amazing." Qin Xue applauded lightly but quickly, and the contempt on her face was replaced by worship.

Being Qin Xue's elder brother was very good and satisfied. Yang Feng was often surrounded by pride or vanity. At this moment, he was very hesitant to tell Qin Xue that Fang Jiuwen's door was not locked at all.

Think about it, nothing more.

Push the door open and walk in.Yang Feng was not bad as expected.

The curtains are closed tightly, the lights are not turned on, and the smell of smoke is choking. Fang Jiuwen's hand speed is very slow, but it has a specific rhythm, and his entire spirit has completely entered the 21-inch block in front of him. Screen.

Did not feel any invasion by outsiders.

"President Fang."

"Fang-Yard-Chief."

"Fang Dashen!"

"Oh." At the third call, Fang Jiuwen only listened to his ears and reacted. Therefore, the reaction was a bit fierce, like sitting down with a spring, and the spring suddenly lost its limits, and stood up: "Little Feng, why are you here?"

"It didn't interrupt your thoughts."

"will not."

Yang Feng turned on the lights, opened the curtains and windows, and finally opened the door. As a result, the indoor air quickly returned to normal.

"Dean Fang, you are too hard!"

"You don't understand." Fang Jiu asked took out three Nestlés, and Qin Xue snatched them.

"What don't you understand?" Yang Feng pulled Fang Jiu asked and leaned on the sofa.

Fang Jiuwen took off the reading glasses, frowned, exhaled, and said, "I think the story can be over, but the website does not agree with it."

"Why?" Yang Feng puzzled.

"Mr. Liao said with great pains, that this book is a masterpiece and sells well on all platforms. It is the company's cash cow. Nothing can be done. You can fill it with water or even cut it off, but it can't be done."

"That's it!"

"The cost of the manuscript is a lot, but the story that should have ended, I am tired of pouring water all day long. Sometimes, a pack of cigarettes can't make two thousand words. I'm really worried that one day I won't be able to make a word."

"Lost passion?"

"You must have desire to tell a story. If there is no story, how about the desire to tell."

Yang Feng nodded: "The main reason is that you are not short of money, and you have no desire for money."

Fang Jiu asked, "It's you, why are you willing to come and see the old man today?"

At this time, Qin Xue put two cups of hot coffee in the hands of the two.

"When did you start drinking this?" Yang Feng asked while looking at the coffee.

"Recently. I haven't touched it in most of my life. I heard that it can be refreshing, so I bought it and tried it."

"how about it?"

"The effect is so-so." Fang Jiu asked and waved his hand, "Stop talking about me, what can you do if you come here today?"

"Oh, recently, my eyes are always weeping inexplicably for no reason, making them look like a sentimental man. I can't do anything about it, so come over and ask you, an expert, to see."

Qin Xue's heart moved inexplicably when she heard the words "sentimentality". Could it be that she was really sentimental?Although my elder brother lost his memory of Shengge, he still had a physiological reaction in his subconscious mind. He cried inexplicably. Is he reluctant to give up to Shengge?

"My major is cardiothoracic and brain surgery. I will ask you an ophthalmologist for your questions."

The dean calls, the so-called experts are naturally coming soon.

Afterwards, he looked at Yang Feng.Ask a series of questions.

Do you often look at the computer?

Do you often look at your mobile phone?

Do you smoke or drink alcohol?

Do you often stay up late?

Room-things...

Yang Feng's head is full of black lines, and whether things happen frequently or not, does it have something to do with the eye of the wind?

After some inquiries, the so-called expert came to a conclusion: stay away from the electronic screen.

He also prescribed a few eye drops, saying that he had prepared them according to ancient prescriptions and could not buy them even if he had money.

Yang Feng looked pious: "How old is it?"

"One thousand and seven hundred years ago, the third genius doctor in Jian'an, you know?"

"So long!" Yang Feng showed fascination.

"That's natural."

"What ingredients are used."

"Glycerin, borax, sodium hyaluronate, borneol, tangerine peel, and menthol are added to chloramphenicol."

"This ancient recipe is terrific. It actually contains chloramphenicol and sodium hyaluronate."

The expert blushed: "That was my improvement."

If it had not been summoned by Fang Jiuwen himself, Yang Feng would have ridiculed him mercilessly. At this level, he would be embarrassed to call himself an expert.

This consultation failed to solve the problem of shedding tears for no reason.

What Yang Feng didn't know was that Shengge, who was pregnant in January, applied to retain his student status and left school and returned to his hometown in Xiangxi.As all the memories of Shengge disappeared, Yang Feng didn't even have any impression of Jiang Haichao.

These days, Jiang Haichao has almost disappeared.

Early on Sunday morning, Yang Feng received a call from Nie Kangtian and asked him to go to the base. Yang Feng readily agreed.