Saturday, August 5, 1939.

The stock market is crazy.

The vast majority of people trapped in this situation will not investigate what is behind the stock issuer, how powerful it is, and what development prospects it has.

As long as there are people chasing this stock, countless people will join in it.

Blind, crazy.

There is no sense whatsoever.

However, it is not absolute.

Some people still have doubts.

Especially the big players who hold large sums of money and are waiting to enter the bloody battlefield.

Their doubts focused on one point:

In the past, Fenghui Woolen Textile was just an inconspicuous small factory. Why did it attract foreign capital?

How much development can such a small factory achieve in the future?

However, this doubt will be solved on August 5th.

An unconfirmed, but absolutely positive news for Fenghui Woolen Textile began to leak out quietly on Friday night:

With the support of strong capital, Fenghui Woolen Textile will acquire large amounts of land and build new factories.

In the next few years, Fenghui Woolen will become a domestic cotton spinning giant that can rival the top domestic giants, the famous "Rong" enterprise!

The news spread quickly.

When it was still dark, many reporters who had received the news in advance were already waiting outside the factory of Fenghui Woolen Textile Co., Ltd., hoping to capture the first-hand news!

August 5, 8 a.m.

"Report, twelve reporters have gathered outside the factory."

"We officially go out at 9 o'clock. Breakfast is here. I'm hungry." Meng Shaoyuan touched his stomach.

Wu Jingyi rolled her eyes at him and put the breakfast in front of him.

"Ah, it's just plain porridge and an egg, not even side dishes."

Meng Shaoyuan kept muttering: "Why is this treatment getting worse and worse?"

"If you keep doing this, you won't even be able to eat porridge."

Wu Jingyi sneered: "We have invested a lot of financial resources and energy into Fenghui Woolen Spinning. On the opening day, although the stock price was successfully raised to 57 yuan, except for our own investment, the total capital market is not large. There are many

The big players are still waiting and watching, especially Zhang Xiaolin, who has not made a move."

"The stock market will get back on track sooner or later."

Meng Shaoyuan answered the question there: "What is the Shanghai securities market like now? The hot money flowing into Shanghai from all over the country has reached an astonishing five billion yuan, not counting the funds in Shanghai and surrounding cities. But you are looking at us

market?

In the so-called stock trading, both buyers and sellers can enter the market for face-to-face transactions. There is no unified on-site market for paying with one hand and handing over bills with the other hand. Securities are auctioned and bought and sold freely by various stock companies and securities firms.

What's funny is that at the same time, the prices of the same stock are actually very different, and stock trading over the counter and black market trading are very popular. This kind of securities market can only appear in Shanghai."

"What do you mean?" Wu Jingyi didn't particularly understand.

"Many people have made a fortune by speculating in the stock market, and they spend their days fishing for food and living drunkenly. There is a foreign proverb that if God wants to destroy a person, he must first make it crazy."

Meng Shaoyuan took a bite of the egg: "A prey is obviously right next to his mouth, but a group of hungry wolves are still worried about whether there is danger. They are constantly observing and testing there. They must ensure that the prey has no ability to resist.

Will take action.

When a new stock is listed, it is easy to be popular, and it is normal for it to rise in a short period of time. These hungry wolves tentatively invest a small amount of money, and even if there is a decline, they can get out in time to stop losses.

We are the prey. We hope that the hungry wolves will pounce on us and fall into the trap that has been designed by the hunter. The question is how to get these hungry wolves to take the bait? Wu Jingyi, do you know why I chose to go public on Friday?"

Wu Jingyi shook her head.

"Because we have two days to set up a bigger trap!"

Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said: "We are surrounded by hungry wolves, everyone is waiting for the other to make the first move. Okay, in this case, I will make my meat look fatter, so that they can't help their appetite, regardless of everything.

Jump on me!"

Wu Jingyi looked at him: "Are you sure?"

"I have."

Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "Because this kind of unregulated, chaotic, and seriously deformed market will only be seen in this period in our lifetime."

"So sure?"

Meng Shaoyuan laughed again.

He buried his head and finished the porridge: "When I finish it, remember that you have to get me some pickles for breakfast."

"If you really succeed, I will scramble you three eggs for breakfast every day."

"Scientific proof is that eating one egg a day is the healthiest thing for the human body."

"What?"

"I said we should go."

…

Morning, 9 o'clock.

Two cars stopped at the entrance of Fenghui Woolen Textile Co., Ltd.

Escorted by several of his employees, the most mysterious woman in Shanghai in recent times:

He Xiaoyu appeared.

Immediately, the reporters who had been waiting impatiently rushed out in an instant.

"General Manager He, are the rumors about American and British Capital true?"

"General Manager He, do you want to acquire land and expand the factory?"

"General Manager He, there are rumors that you are preparing to..."

"He Xiaoyu" He Yu smiled and didn't answer any questions.

Under the protection of her entourage, she got into the car and left quickly.

The reporters from major newspapers who had been prepared immediately got into their cars and followed them all the way.

The reporter of the small newspaper was in trouble. He called a rickshaw in a panic and asked him to follow the car in front.

But you let your two feet chase four wheels?

…

"Brother Shaoyuan."

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"From now on, you have to sing this play alone."

"I'm still afraid."

He Yu looked a little nervous: "What if I fail in the performance and ruin your business?"

"Acting is actually very simple." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "You think of yourself as General Manager He. You go to meet a few foreigners, chat with them, and then you don't have to worry about anything."

"Um."

He Yu took a long breath, as if to embolden himself.

"Remember." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I will be by your side to accompany you!"

…

AM, 9:35.

Zhaofeng Park, Shanghai Public Settlement, St. John's University.

Christopher, assistant director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce of the Public Settlement, and Mai Lixun, director of St. John's University, were already waiting there.

The motorcade stopped.

The car door opened and He Yu walked out of the car.

She shook hands with Christopher and Mai Lixun respectively and exchanged a few words.

The reporters hurriedly got out of the car.

They saw "He Xiaoyu" walking into St. John's University, accompanied by Christopher and Mai Lixun.

Then what?

Then I don’t know.

The reporters were anxiously scratching their heads and complaining.

Inside is the most real scene.

A reporter had an idea, walked to the doorman, and quietly stuffed a sum of money into the doorman's hand:
Chapter completed!