Investing in stocks requires a lot of attention should be paid to stocks.
Especially, you have to control your mind well. So some people say that stock investment is a psychological battle.
I was taking a rest lying long on the chair.
Stocks felt the best when they took a break like this after earning money.
There's a call from the Virgin Mary.
"Hey, you sold modern information technology, didn't you?"
"I sold it yesterday."
"Good job. The pole is playing today."
I said that I sold it this morning but yesterday.
"Kick, kick, kick. You must have made a living this month!"
"Hehe, it's like that.”
"You must have eaten about 1.5 million won, only 50 percent of the rain!"
"Hehe."
The Virgin Mary was unaware that I made as much as 80 million won from investing 200 million won.
"Come again. I'll buy you pork belly."
"Haha, I got it. Not this week, but I'll stop by next week if I have time."
This happened two years ago.
At that time, I was about to go to a factory in Myonghak Station. I went out to town and came in, but I couldn't get home. I had lost my house key.
"It was definitely in my pocket!"
I had no choice but to call my mom.
"Are you mommy? I'm home now and I'll go to the restaurant where Mom works."
"Here? Why?"
"It's because I lost my house key."
"Foolish! Look for it!"
I went to the restaurant in Samsung market.
My mom gave me the key and told me to eat before leaving. Even if I didn't like it, my mom kept sticking to me. My mom brought my favorite stir-fried spicy pork.
While eating, a fat lady in her 60s came in.
The old lady asked her mother.
"Are you a son?
"Yes."
My mom told me to say hello. It was called Yeonhwa Bodhisattva across the street. It looked like a shaman. There were several shamanistic houses in this alley.
The shaman looked me in the face and said with a smile in her eyes.
"What a good son!"
"What? Keep it well?"
I raised my head, too. It was funny that I had a good son because I didn't get a job. I thought she was doing lip service because she was a shaman.
"I'm going to be a big rich man. The property palace is very good."
I sat there saying, "I'm sitting there talking like a fortune-teller," and ate without much response. But she seemed to be happy to hear the sound.
The shaman named Yeonhwa Bodhisattva kept talking.
"Your nose is straight and neat. It looks like a gallbladder hanging."
[What? The gallbladder?]
I had a smile. The shaman talked again.
"There's no visible nostrils and there's glossy, and the drops of the nose are strong, so it looks like you'll collect a lot of wealth. I can't see my nostrils, so it looks like I'll never give up the money that came in once.”
[Whew! The money has to come in to give it up or not!]
"I won't tell you when the money comes in. And you're going to be grumpy. Well, that's what people do. People who brag about making a little money without substance fail."
This sound was a little bit right.
I ended up laughing.
The shaman looked at her mother's face and said,
"I'd love to have you're home. With a rich son."
"Really?"
My mother's face is even wider.
Mom was in a good mood and put a bottle of rice wine in front of the Lotus Bodhisattva.
"Revenge!"
When my mom gave me a bottle of makgeolli, saying it was Bokchae, I thought she was trying to get it.
I've been thinking of that particular moment lately.
I never tell anyone that I made a living. Sometimes they're quivering. Also, the money that came in is tightly grasped and not sent.
The next day, I went to an English academy.
On my way, I got a call from the St. Mary in the subway. The Virgin Mary said urgently.
"I'm out on the phone right now and I'm just listening. Kim Moo-sung is going to the U.S.El. I'm going to see Ban Ki-moon."
"What does it have to do with me to meet them?”
"Fool! Don't you know Ban Ki-moon or Rep. Kim Moo-sung's stocks are going up? I'm only telling you because it's a special information. Do it first!"
Then the mother hung up.
After going to the academy, I returned to the officetel and looked into information related to President Ban Ki-moon.
"There's no special article yet, but stocks related to Ban Ki-moon have gone up a lot. Boseong Powertech, Han Chang, and C.C.S. are all up."
Is Kim Moo-sung really going to meet Ban Ki-moon?
No article has been released yet, but two months ago, there was an article that said they were planning to visit the U.S.
Kim Moo-sung, chairman of the Saenuri Party, is pushing for a trip to the U.S.
He will visit the U.S. in late July to thank the veterans on the day of U.N. participation and meet with House Speaker John Boehner.]
He is also seeking to meet with members of the Korea Caucus, a group of lawmakers from the U.S. and Japan. In particular, Kim will meet with U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon.
"This was it!"
The ostensible reason is that he plans to meet with Ban to discuss ways to resolve strained inter-Korean relations. However, I thought there might be some kind of political consultation. I thought to myself.
"What if Ban becomes a presidential candidate?”
Kim Moo-sung, who is going to meet in advance, also thought he would benefit.
I looked for Kim Moo-sung theme stocks.
A company called Fisheries Heavy Industries jumped out. It was seen that trading volume was increasing in stocks of Fisheries Heavy Industries.
I also went to Naver's stock exchange discussion room.
Some say that the chairman of Fisheries Heavy Industries is Kim Moo-sung and Hanyang University alumni.
I ventured in.
I agonized over my decision, but once I made up my mind, I ventured in. The shares stood at 1,850 won a few days ago, but now they are at 2,000 won, but they have ventured to chase and buy.
I bought 140,000 shares in installments all day. The average unit price was 2,000 won. The deal was well concluded as the volume of the deal was abundant.
I thought it would work out.
"If Chairman Kim Moo-sung really went to the U.S. and met with Ban, wouldn't people be curious? With my animal sense, it must be this time again!"
Still, I felt uneasy when I bought it.
After dinner, I came back and put away the empty box in front of Mrs. Baek's new liquor. And he bowed politely, even burning incense.
"Grandma, this time I bought a political theme stock without listening to you. Give me a good lesson."
I fell asleep. Grandma Baek didn't show up in my dreams.
When I woke up, it was still night. Looking at the clock, it was 5 a.m.
"Please show up and teach me.”
Then I took a sip of cold water and fell asleep again.
Grandmother Baek appeared at dawn.
"How are you?"
The short, chubby grandmother approached, as always.
"I bought a political theme stock this time."
"Political Theme Share?"
Grandmother frowned at once. She was mostly blue-chip, but she didn't like theme stocks.
"I bought shares in a company called Fisheries Heavy Industries."
"Why did you buy such a thing? Didn't I tell you to buy blue-chip stocks?"
"My friend strongly recommended it and I thought I'd go up."
"Theme goes up as long as the theme lives. But theme stocks are short-lived. Don't let it pass three days."
"Then in three days will it go bad?"
"I don't know that. Knowing the stock price is the realm of God. But Theme shares will be jumping before the presidential election."
"What? Neolttwigi?"
"You go up and down, you fall and you go up like lightning."
"Does your grandmother think Ban Ki-moon is running for president this time?"
"I don't know that either."
Then she put her face close to me sitting down and said,
"Politics is the word. There's always a last-minute variable. LOL."
The grandmother slowly drifted away, fluttering her white hair.
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