Then he said: "A few years ago, there was a textile factory, a large state-owned enterprise, with as many as thousands of employees in the factory. There was such a female worker blocking the car in a textile workshop. She was not old, and she was less than 30 years old and looked very beautiful."

Speaking of this, Lao Hou glanced at Zhang Jun and saw that Zhang Jun had no reaction, so he continued: "This female worker and his husband live a happy life, and there is also a cute little girl, and the whole family is happy.

However, there are unexpected events in the world and people will suffer misfortunes every day, and a sudden change has caused her family to fall into the abyss.”

Zhang Jun asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Lao Hou lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, and continued: "When her daughter was only 4 years old, a car accident took away her husband's life, leaving an orphan and widowed mother. She only relied on her own small income to support the family, and she also had to take care of both parents. Many people said that if her husband was gone, she had no obligation to take care of her parents-in-law, but she didn't do that because she knew that her parents-in-law were in poor health and needed someone to be around to scout, and her own parents also needed her to scout and take care of her. Do you know? How difficult it is for a woman with a child."

Looking at Zhang Jun's sympathetic gaze, Lao Hou continued:

"Once, when she was working on a night shift, she worked on a textile machine at the corner of the workshop. A lustful foreman attempted to bully her, but she refused. Since then, the hard days of this female worker have really come. Whether it is tiring or dirty work, it is the work of this female worker. As long as she is on duty, such a life will last for about half a year, and an accidental opportunity has changed her destiny."

"What's the chance?" Zhang Jun widened his eyes.

"One early winter season, she held her daughter and was about to go to her mother's house. When she passed by an intersection, she was shaved down by a car. The driver was a good person and sent her to the hospital and gave her a comprehensive examination. Of course, the female worker did not ask for anything too much, and there was no big deal. Later, the driver sent her to her mother's house. Only at her mother's house did the driver know all this."

Lao Hou took another puff of cigarette and said, "The next day, when the female worker was at work, she found that the foreman was wrapped in a bandage and had his right arm broken. When he saw this female worker, he bowed repeatedly. The female worker was dizzy and at a loss.

When I got off work, a car was parked outside the factory door, and the person in the car was the driver."

Zhang Jun realized his lies when he heard this: "You are talking about Sister Fang and Wang Jun coming?"

Lao Hou nodded and continued, "Fang Xia has been working in this factory for half a year. During this period, she followed Wang Jun to go to insurance and stocks and gained a lot. In the end, she quit her job as a driving blocker and became a semi-amateur and semi-professional stockholder."

Zhang Jun asked curiously: "How much does Sister Fang cost to enter the stock market?"

After hearing this, Lao Hou laughed and said in a low voice: "Wang Jun came to lend her 50,000 yuan, and she raised 50,000 yuan by herself."

"Then how much money does she have now?" Zhang Jun became even more curious.

"There are no fewer people in the big household room than this number." Lao Hou said, stretching out his thumb and index finger.

Zhang Jun understood what Lao Hou meant, and he thought secretly: When can he achieve 800,000?

Looking at Zhang Jun who was a little dazed, Old Hou smiled and said, "Those who have ambition can accomplish their own affairs!"

After drinking and eating, the two of them slowly shook out of the hotel. Today, the sky was a little cloudy, there were more clouds, and part of the sun was blocked. There was a hint of moisture in the air, so it was not very hot.

When they returned to the big house, the transaction time had passed. The room was empty and there was only one service worker cleaning. When they saw the two of them coming back, the person put down his work and said, "You are all out, and you are back!"

The two nodded without saying anything, then sat on the chair and looked at the market today. Today's market can be described as magnificent. After opening low in the morning, it rose one after another, and closed at the highest point throughout the day. There were dozens of people who rose in the intraday limit. Zhang Jun saw that the steel stocks he sold in the morning were actually among the daily limit, and he couldn't help but feel even more annoyed. He raised his neck and drank the half of the jar of tea before turning back and said to Lao Hou: "Brother Hou, look at my steel stocks, sold at the lowest price today, and they ended up hitting the daily limit."

"It's good to have all the negative news!" said Lao Hou.

The two of them sat in the room for a while and felt that there was no one in the exchange, so they stood up and walked downstairs. At this time, there was only a cleaner cleaning the hall, making the trading hall even more deserted.

When Zhang Jun returned home, he stuck his head on the bed and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, it was already midnight. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed, reached out and turned on the desk lamp on the desk, found a jar of white water on the table, and raised his neck and poured it in.

He rubbed his temples with both hands, trying to make himself more awake. As he rubbed, the thumb and index finger of Lao Hou suddenly appeared in his mind.

Eight hundred thousand!!!

In Zhang Jun's opinion, this number is no different from astronomical figures. He sat on the bed and thought quietly, quietly fantasizing, thinking about how he should seize every opportunity and catch a big fish in the stock market; he fantasized that one day he would also have 800,000 yuan, and one day he would have 8 million...

"Beep...beep..."

A few phone calls interrupted his dream. He turned around and took out the phone from under the quilt. It turned out that there were several missed calls, and there were three words on the caller ID - Yang Jiahui.

Zhang Jun put down the phone and half lying on the bed again. At this time, he suddenly thought of a question.

Does Yang Jiahui have 800,000? She has just left the school gate. It is a bit incredible that a student who has just left the school gate can have 800,000!

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept showing the shadows of two people, one was Fang Xia and the other was Yang Jiahui.

He admired Fang Xia's success. He knew that whenever people were forced to a dead end, they would generate huge energy. In ancient times, Xiang Yu was able to become famous by fighting against the enemy. There are also many people in today's society who have achieved great success after being laid off. They also fought against the enemy and succeeded through their own efforts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun secretly made up his mind to be a successful investor!

When he thought of Yang Jiahui, her innocent and beautiful smile; her bold and sophisticated style made Zhang Jun envious, but her family and funds made him puzzled. As he thought about it, he fell asleep again.

Zhang Jun was awakened by a crisp bird cry. He looked out the window. At this time, the sky was already white, and a ray of rays of rays of rays appeared on one end of the sky, but the sun didn't know where to hide.

My mother came over from the kitchen and looked at Zhang Jun with concern and asked, "Where did I drink yesterday? Is he drunk like that?"

"Be with Lao Hou." Zhang Jun said while wearing clothes.

My mother helped fold the quilt and looked at the confused Zhang Jun and asked, "There is a man named Yang Jiahui who called him several times. Do you know?"

"Know."

"what does she do?"

Looking at his mother's concerning inquiry, Zhang Jun hesitated for a while before saying, "It's a friend."

The mother did not continue to ask questions because she knew her son. She knew that it was because it was inconvenient to say it now, so she stopped asking.

While having breakfast, my father looked at Zhang Jun and laughed, and my mother asked curiously, "What are you having fun?"

"We have to see if we bring this Yang Jiahui in a few days." My father's words were always majestic.

Then the mother asked Zhang Jun: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Chapter completed!