Even though I didn't have money, I wanted to do stocks.
Last week, I worked at a shoe packing shop for a few days and invested all the 290,000 won I earned.
"No matter how much I invest with 290,000 won, I can't even pay for jajangmyeon!"
But I didn't think I could do anything else now.
He bought and sold even a single share, and learned a sense of stock.
I kept crying.
Like the Ojiv, an American Indian, I begged to meet Warren Buffett every night, but it didn't work. I dreamed of being bitten by a snake or going to the bathroom to bury the dirt.
If I didn't see Warren Buffett, I would rather have a dream of dating an idol singer, but I didn't have such luck.
God seemed to say this.
[Mud spoons are forever mud spoons. You can't even dream about it!]
This dog's life was pathetic.
After a long time, I got a call from my friend Yang Sung-mo.
"Are you a saint? Are you still in stock?”
"I'm resting these days.”
"I went to Amore Pacific this time and ate a few pennies. Do you want a drink?”
"How much did you earn?”
"I made about 15 million won.”
"You made a lot of money.”
I was envious.
I had only 290,000 won in my hands, but I was surprised to hear that I made 15 million won.
"But I'm going to Yeoju tomorrow. If you're interested in drinking, call me next week."
"Yeoju?"
"There's a big-hand president that my brother used to serve. I'm getting out of Yeoju prison this time, and they asked me to drive, so I'm going with my brother."
"Why is the chairman in prison?"
"I don't know why. He's a big hand in the stock market."
I envied the wool again.
[Is the Virgin Mary now making contact with the big hands of the stock market? They say they adjust the market price, but I think the bisexuals have a good network. Should I ask Seong-mo to join the Hapjeong-dong team later?]
But I thought I couldn't. It was because I had no performance and no seed money.
I just got angry.
Looking at the picture of Warren Buffett on the wall, he was smiling. He looked down at me and seemed to laugh haha.
"Hey! Shit!"
I took off the useless Warren Buffett photo. And I found another investment ghost on the Internet. It was Jesse Livermore, an American.
"What? A ghostly boy gambler?"
I liked Livermore. He was said to have been wary of investors for his ghostly investment since 16.
"He went on Wall Street with just $2,500 and made millions!"
For a few days I begged God to let me dream of Livermore.
A few days later, I really saw Livermore in my dream. It was the same person I saw on the Internet. But Livermore was wearing old clothes and a terrible skeleton. I said something in English and then disappeared.
"Well, what a nasty dream?"
I felt a bit uncomfortable because Livermore was the one who made billions of dollars in short selling but went bankrupt and committed suicide in a debauchery lifestyle.
Livermore is a master of investment, but his life is not admirable, so he decided to take off his picture.
"Waron Buffett, Rivermore, and all my shit.”
What I was doing seemed childish and futile.
"You end up asking me to let you dream? What else can I understand if I say in English even if I see it in a dream?"
Then I wanted to meet a Korean investment ghost.
I looked for someone who would give me an advice in Korean without speaking English.
When I searched on the internet, there was a person named Mrs. Baek. He died in 1995.
"A big hand who moved a third of the Korean stock market? Mirae Asset Chairman Park Hyun-joo is the one who has a big hand? The drama "Giant Backpah" is modeled after Mrs. Baek?"
I was interested in Mrs. Baek.
"How did this man get his seed money?”
As expected, seed money was a business. He defected to the South from North Korea and first raised seed money through military service and penicillin.
"How do I get seed money?"
As expected, labor is the only way for me to raise seed money.
"Yes, let's work a few months and get the seed money!”
I decided to take a construction daily job that is easier to get in than to get a job.
"Without skill, but with good health, let's work for half a year!"
I went to see the advertisement for a job placement office in the flea newspaper. It was also a construction site that was arranged by a job placement agency.
I met a person called a team leader. He was an old man in his 60s who looked like a laborer.
"Have you ever been a doctor?"
"I haven't."
I spoke frankly and followed this man around to work. The Doctor's job doesn't carry heavy things, but he had to climb up like a ceiling and dust himself.
I worked like a horse. He worked hard to make stock seed money.
[Let's work six months and save ten million won!] And try again!]
Mom felt sorry.
He didn't ask me what I was doing, but he seemed to be sorry that I came into his work clothes in a rough condition. Although it was a local university, it seemed to be a pity that a person who attended a university was working.
My mom always smiled, however, to keep me from shrinking.
As expected, my mom is the only one who gives me strength.
The day my mom cooked ramen and brought it to my room, my mom saw a picture of Mrs. Baek on the wall.
"What? The god of investment, Mrs. Baek?”
Mom seemed to have seen the writing on the picture.“
"Is that old lady the god of investment?"
My mom smiled so that she wouldn't distract me.
"He's gone, and she's a big hand in Korea because she's Mrs. Baek. I'm trying to be like that old lady, but it's not working."
"That old lady must have a lot of money."
"There must have been hundreds of billions of dollars now. I want to meet that grandmother in my dreams, but I can't."
"Ho-ho, if you want to meet me in your dreams, you should at least have a Shinju complex! Eat your ramen before it gets cold!"
I had a creepy sensation at my mother's words.
"What? Shinju complex?"
Come to think of it, I remembered the memorial tablet I saw at my uncle's house one day.
"Is the letter written on the memorial tablet Shinju?"
I had something on my head.
"Yes! It's Shinju! I don't know if I'll dream of it if I put a new note in front of me!"
I had a hunch that I might dream if I put my new shares in front of me. But I didn't know how to write new shares. At that time, it seemed that the spirit I saw at my uncle's house was written in some Chinese characters.
I asked my dad on the day off at the doctor's scene.
"Daddy, how do you write the Divine Spirit?”
"Shinju? Ask your uncle about that."
Then my dad watched TV news hard.
I was going to go to my uncle's house and ask him, but I quit.
It was because I often went to my uncle's house when I was young, but I didn't go well when I was an adult.
When I met him again, he nagged me so much that I didn't want to meet him.
My uncle must ask me what I'm doing now.
If he works, he would scold him for doing such a thing.
Also, I thought he would ask me why I'm not getting married. I thought I'd preach for more than an hour that you should do well because you're the eldest son.
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