It grows just right, one more point is redundant; one less point is lacking.

He was a little lost as he looked at it. Yang Jiahui happily asked him to watch it casually. She waved him to call the waiter and asked for a pot of Biluochun.

The night outside the window gradually became thicker. Zhang Jun ran to Yang Jiahui's seat and squeezed with her. He was about to kiss or something, but Yang Jiahui suddenly sang a song on her phone. It turned out that her mother was calling her to go home.

Yang Jiahui's little mouth muttered something, but Zhang Jun didn't hear it clearly. He turned around and gently kissed her beautiful face, then stood up to check out...

Thinking of this, Zhang Junqing couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Jun calmed down and opened a book to read. After a period of training, he felt that the book had become much easier and the content in the book was no longer incomprehensible.

He went to bed and fell asleep at midnight.

Zhang Jun, who had been sleeping well all night, felt particularly energetic. He came to the window and looked at the scenery outside while moving his body. The sky was blue and blue without a trace of clouds. The sun rose on the horizon, red and soft light. The trees in the community also had their energy. Even the leaves were opened hard, revealing the shiny leaves, fully enjoying the warm sunshine, as smooth and delicate as a baby's skin.

Looking over there, there were many people doing morning exercises in the square in the community. Whether they were dancing 18-carrying, dancing yangko, or making equipment, their faces were filled with smiles.

Yes, in recent years, our country's economy has made rapid progress, and the lives of ordinary people are also growing higher and higher. Who among the rich people is unwilling to enjoy this wonderful life?

The sun jumped up a few feet in a jumping manner, and the soft sunlight became dazzling. Zhang Jun saw that it was already past 6 o'clock, so he folded the quilt and prepared to go out.

The mother shouted in the kitchen: "Dajun, what are you doing?"

"I want to buy some fried dough sticks." Zhang Jun replied.

"Go."

There are so many people buying fried dough sticks. The tall and thin boss signaled Zhang Jun to sit down and wait a while. Zhang Jun looked at the people coming in and out of the shop, and then looked at the busy thin boss, thinking: Other people’s business is really good.

He thought about his gains in stocks, and before he knew it, a proud smile appeared on his face.

The boss lady walked over with a sneering smile: "Dajun, what are you having fun?"

Zhang Jun felt that he was out of control and lied, "It depends on your business!"

"Come on, I think you miss your wife, haha."

Uncle Li also beat the fried dough sticks and said, "Little Dajun is sitting on the door pier, crying and shouting for his wife."

Ha ha……

Zhang Jun blushed and scratched his head in habitually explained: "It's nothing!"

The fat old Mr. Li walked out happily with his huge abdomen.

When Zhang Jun bought fried dough sticks and returned home, his parents had already prepared tableware. His father asked him curiously: "Dajun, you have become diligent recently."

"It's early for dawn!" Zhang Jun explained.

After breakfast, Zhang Jun was the only one at home because his parents went to work.

He sat on the sofa watching TV, holding the remote control in his hand and changing the channel aimlessly. Suddenly, a message caught his attention.

I heard from the broadcaster that said: "The People's Bank of China has decided to raise deposit interest by 0.27 percentage points from today."

After hearing this, Zhang Jun felt a chill on his body, and he couldn't help but shivering from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

The broadcaster continued: "At present, investment is fast, prices are on the rise, and personal savings deposit returns are relatively small. This interest rate adjustment is conducive to guiding credit and rational investment and maintaining the overall stability of prices..."

Zhang Jun's eyes were wide open and his mind was spinning rapidly. He wanted to find some answers between the lines of the broadcaster in order to make a correct judgment.

He turned off the TV and closed his eyes and slowly thought about how the market would evolve?

He felt that since the country had taken action, the market might end here.

Therefore, he made up his mind to sell most of the chips or even short positions today so that he could feel more at ease.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and it turned out that Secretary Jia from the unit informed him to continue the holiday.

After receiving the call, he cursed in his heart and ignored him.

At this moment, in the luxurious villa, Yang Jiahui was sitting in front of the computer and was looking up financial information. She also learned about the interest rate hike at the first time. However, after several years of stock market baptism, she did not feel any panic, but she had a vague premonition in her heart.

After a brief wash, she walked out of the house and came to the grocery store opposite the community. The door of the grocery store was opened early, and the boss of "Maitreya" was wiping with a rag. He looked up and saw Yang Jiahui's arrival, but he didn't feel any surprises.

"Master!" Yang Jiahui began to say hello from afar.

"Xiaohui is here."

Yang Jiahui walked into the house and said, "Does the master know that interest rate hikes? He also reduced interest taxes."

"I know, I know!"

"Will the master think the stock market be good?"

The boss of "Maitreya" put down the rag in his hand, pulled a chair and let Yang Jiahui sit down. He also sat on the recliner, shook the fan for a while before saying, "You see if the prices are rising."

"Yes."

"If the state does not intervene, there will be serious inflation." He said.

Yang Jiahui nodded and said, "I know too."

After pausing, Yang Jiahui continued to ask: "So, do you think the stock market has reached its peak?"

"I think it will take some time, and it doesn't matter now." He shook his fan, squinted his eyes, and half lying on the lounge chair, like a painting of an ink painting.

Yang Jiahui giggled and laughed. The boss of "Maitreya" opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion. He found that the little girl had no intention of stopping, so he asked, "What's wrong, I'm so happy?"

"I see you look like Maitreya Buddha." After Yang Jiahui said that, she jumped out and ran out.

Looking at her far away back, the fat boss Gao said to himself: "I don't know who is lucky to marry him."

He lay on the lounge chair and closed his eyes to rest. He felt like he was walking in alone. He looked up and found a young man in front of him. He saw that the young man was wearing a light purple T-shirt with white trance and a pair of travel shoes under a denim library. The white travel shoes made him look very energetic.

The young man spoke first: "Boss Gao, good morning!"

"Do you recognize me?" The boss of "Maitreya" was a little surprised.

"Yes, I sat here the first few days."

"Oh, I remembered it."

The fat boss Gao straightened his body and pointed at another chair with his finger, signaling him to sit down.

The two of them sat on the chair and started chatting.

The young man looked at the fat boss Gao and said, "I heard that you bought a stock and have held it for many years?"

"Haha!" Boss Gao narrowed his eyes and looked happy like Maitreya.

"I think when the environment is bad, I will sell some of it, but I don't trade most of the time." Boss Gao continued.

"oh."

Boss Gao suddenly became interested and twisted his fat body and asked, "Young man, what's your name? Is it a professional stock investor?"

"My name is Zhang Jun, even if it's a profession!"

Boss Gao seemed to have a lot to say, but he swallowed it all and didn't say it. He half-lying on the recliner again, continuing to shake the fan, still squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!