On the afternoon of December 12, China’s stock market dropped a little unnoticeably.

In fact, it is not accurate to say "fall". The Shanghai Stock Exchange Index fell by about 0.13%. In a real sense, such a small range can only be called the normal fluctuation of the stock market.

Therefore, almost no domestic investors took it seriously, but it attracted Chen Zhu's attention.

He knew that this was the end of Qingping in the wind, and the tiny crack before the ant nest collapsed.

If a classic quotation were to describe it——

At first, people thought this was just a normal technical adjustment...

Chen Zhu immediately contacted Song Shiwei to remind her of the changes in the financial market.

"I see it has dropped a little, should I sell it all?"

Song Shiwei asked softly.

If it weren't for the improvement in his relationship with Sister Sweet, Chen Zhu would generally not give clear opinions. After all, it would be a bit troublesome to explain.

But now that the two of them had this unclear and unclear ambiguity, Chen Zhu definitely didn't want Song Shiwei to suffer.

"Sell it."

Chen Zhu's tone was calm, but very sure: "I feel like this affects the whole body. If you watch economic news all day long, you should know that the subprime mortgage crisis has swept across. Our country's financial system is not yet perfect.

The possibility of being able to withstand it is very small.”

However, Chen Zhu was only stating his own opinions. He has always been relatively open-minded on issues that do not involve life safety.

"You can also ask Uncle Song and Professor Lu for their opinions first."

Chen Zhu said: "If they think they can hold it for a while, I don't think it's a big problem."

Chen Zhu and Song Shiwei's capital for stock trading was given by their parents, but Chen Zhu only had 40,000, and the rest was borrowed from here and there.

Song Shiwei has more than 400,000 yuan, and he doesn't expect her to make money. He just wants his daughter to experience the complexity and change of the financial market.

It can be said that Lu Man's way of love is just wrong, but she arranged almost all the best conditions she could provide for Sister Sweet.

It would be strange for Professor Lu to be willing to be picked off for the first time by a little-known gangster like Chen Zhu!

Chen Zhu contacted Song Shiwei, and then reported it to his parents, saying that he would clear his position when the stock market opened tomorrow.

Both Lao Chen and Mao Xiaoqin were able to log in to their securities accounts. They watched with their own eyes as 300,000 surged to 1.25 million in two or three months. According to the current trend, it seems that it can rise further.

So Mao Xiaoqin was quite surprised when she heard the news that Chen Zhu was planning to liquidate his position: "Your dad said that the stock price of China Shipbuilding Industry Corporation has risen a bit today."

"But the market fell."

Chen Zhu said: "The financial crisis is coming, and the eggs have not been laid yet. I think it is better to clear the stock early. Besides, I still need money to advertise on TV stations."

"Oh well……"

Queen Mother Mao could only hang up the phone with uncertainty and mentioned this matter to her husband by the way.

Chen Peisong was much calmer. While watching TV, he said nonchalantly: "Just clear the warehouse. I made more than 1 million in half a year. I think I should be content."

"I didn't say I wasn't satisfied."

Mao Xiaoqin subconsciously took the remote control, switched the sports program on TV to an ethics drama like "Chinese Divorce", and watched it with gusto.

Lao Chen curled his lips and went to the bedroom. He had been faced with trivial matters all day long on the street. Now he had a headache when he saw these parents being short-lived. It felt like he had to face work when he returned home.

"Watch some TV with me."

Mao Xiaoqin took her husband and sat down.

"what?"

Chen Peisong asked deliberately: "What do you want to imply by dragging me to watch this kind of divorce TV series?"

Mao Xiaoqin said nothing, but glanced at her husband.

Chen Peisong laughed bitterly. It seemed that the joke was not humorous.

The couple watched a family ethics drama for a while, and Mao Xiaoqin also took the time to talk about business: "Old Chen, my son's sales were too hasty. I heard from my colleagues that now is the busiest time for the stock market."

"Didn't Chen Zhu say there was a financial crisis?"

Chen Peisong was half lying on the sofa and said comfortably: "I have seen similar news recently, but grassroots cadres like us really don't know much about the economic situation. My son is studying in Lingyuan, and he must know more than us. You

Just don’t worry about it.”

"I'm not worried either."

Mao Xiaoqin sighed and said, "I'm just worried that I'll make a loss if I sell it early."

"That's also a matter of his own vision."

Lao Chen said with a smile: "It's normal to lose money. As the old saying goes, no matter how much you can make, if you make more money than you know, you have to pay it back."

"How can you treat me like this?"

Mao Xiaoqin was very dissatisfied: "I only know how to make sarcastic remarks, but I don't know how to collect useful information and opinions for my son."

Chen Peisong was a little speechless, thinking, does his son still need our help in collecting information now? If he doesn't speak, it means he doesn't need help, so we can just wait and see what happens.

But after all, Mao Xiaoqin is still a woman and cannot be as open-minded as Chen Peisong. She watched the TV series absentmindedly for a while, then suddenly picked up her mobile phone, found a number and dialed it.

"Hey, Sister Guan, have you eaten? I have something to ask..."

Mao Xiaoqin called her colleague Guan Xiushu.

Guan Xiushu is known as the "Stock God of the Emergency Department of the City's First People's Hospital". It is said that she has made more than 300,000 in the stock market.

When Chen Zhu wanted to trade in stocks, Mao Xiaoqin planned to ask Guan Xiushu to guide his son, but Chen Zhu refused because he had "no time."

"Xiaoqin, I really didn't mean that your family has Chen Zhu..."

As soon as Guan Xiushu heard that Chen Zhu was planning to liquidate his stocks, she started to yell.

"We have watched this child grow up. He is smart and has good grades. There is nothing to say about it."

“Entrepreneurship in college also makes some noise, which is a benefit of You and Lao Chen’s education.”

"But, can he play clearly about stocks?"

Probably because Chen Zhu refused to accept the guidance, Aunt Guan became a little resentful, and she directly criticized: "The stock is rising so well now, is he going to sell it just because of a small fluctuation?"

"Chen Zhu said there was a financial crisis..."

Mao Xiaoqin helped her son speak.

"I don't know what a financial crisis or a banking crisis is."

Guan Xiushu said confidently: "I rely on these eyes, a pair of sharp eyes that have been in the stock market for five or six years, to conclude that this is a normal rise and fall."

"Really?"

Mao Xiaoqin didn't understand stocks, but hearing that Guan Xiushu was so certain, her own uncertain mind began to waver again.

"It must be true. Let Chen Zhe calm down quickly and learn from your old Chen. He is a man who can show his composure even under the most difficult circumstances."

Guan Xiushu persuaded her earnestly for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Mao Xiaoqin consulted two other friends who love stock trading. They all agreed that this was a normal fluctuation. One even thought that the market index breaking 10,000 points would be an immediate event.

But when Mao Xiaoqin mentioned the "financial crisis", they had never heard of it.

"What do you think?"

Mao Xiaoqin thought for a while and suddenly asked her husband Chen Peisong whether he was on the phone on speakerphone just now.

"Not good!"

Chen Peisong looked sideways at the TV and said lazily: "These people don't pay attention to the world economic situation when they trade stocks, which shows that all the money they made before was a fool. The more people like this, the more I trust my son's judgment."

"In this industry, even people like Lao Guan can make money."

Chen Peisong said with a smile: "Basically it's time to harvest or shuffle the cards."

Lao Chen doesn't understand economics, but he understands human nature and the operating rules of this society.

"You talk about Laoguan like this, and people were praising you just now."

There was a little bit of jealousy in Mao Xiaoqin's tone.

Although Chen Peisong felt it, he still said complacently: "Isn't this normal? It's normal for attractive men to be praised."

"Virtue!"

Mao Xiaoqin rolled her eyes at her husband, then felt angry and twisted on Chen Peisong's thigh: "You are not allowed to go to our department's dinner parties from now on!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to you women gossiping."

The old tangerine had a thick skin and didn't feel any pain, but looked at his wife who was still a little worried, so he suggested: "If you are really worried, you might as well ask Song Zuomin, his identity and status, and the information he has is definitely more accurate than Lao Guan and the others.

"

"yes!"

Mao Xiaoqin suddenly woke up and immediately called this "in-law".

Song Zuomin must have been eating when he answered the phone, and there was the sound of "clinking" of bowls and chopsticks.
To be continued...