Half of the morning passed quickly. After all the housework, my father called Zhang Jun: "Come on, let's have a meal with my dad."

The mother knitted a sweater on the sofa, looking at the father and son happily.

My father is a chess fan, and his chess skills are quite famous in the neighborhood. Zhang Jun can draw at most if he gets a horse.

They sat at both ends of the coffee table and started playing chess. My father was a meticulous person, and the chess was also closely linked, so that the other party would not take any advantage. Although he gave up a horse, the display on the plate was not inferior. Zhang Jun's several attacks were easily resolved, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He racked his brains to think about the winning routine. However, under the competitive mentality, he only paid attention to the strong attack, but did not pay attention to his old nest. He was beaten by his father.

"Unfortunate, let's have another game!" Zhang Jun was a little annoyed.

The father just smiled and said to him: "Don't worry about doing things. If you consolidate the rear, you will not lose Jingzhou carelessly."

In the second set, Zhang Jun summarized the experience and lessons learned this time, and took steady steps to take action. The market also showed an advantage. Zhang Jun was secretly happy, thinking that this time he must be sure of winning. He slowly penetrated his son's strength into the other side bit by bit, and his father slowly moved his son's strength back. Seeing that his side had a great advantage, he couldn't help but become brave. He was looking for fighter planes on the board. Suddenly, he found that the other side's only horse was, under his artillery fire, and he immediately burst into tears and fought without thinking.

He looked at his father with a smile, and his father was also looking at him happily at this time.

Is there anything wrong? Zhang Jun looked at the disk in suspicion to see if there were any loopholes.

A car of my father crawled over from his cannon position, my god! It turned out that his veteran was already within the firepower range of the opponent's two cars.

His troops are far below the opponent's city wall, and it is already far away to return to rescue.

"It's so unlucky, the last game!" Zhang Jun became even more upset.

The father smiled and said, "Impulse is a devil! You can't just recognize small benefits!"

In the third set, Zhang Jun became more careful. He moved forward step by step, while his father played guerrilla warfare with him, and he wandered around, as if there were no moves. His eyes were a little too short, so he had to look for the opponent's flaws up and down, left and right. He held the car in one hand, not knowing where it was the most advantageous.

The father saw his thoughts and said, "We must not only meet the enemy, but also avoid being confused by the enemy!"

"Then I won't leave the car anymore. I'll arrange my home!" Zhang Jun said as the Yuan Qishixiang.

At this time, the plate surface became much thicker, and Zhang Jun's heart was slightly steadily stable, thinking to himself: Now, my dad has no chance.

Sure enough, after more than half an hour in the third set, when Zhang Jun was about to win, he was tied by his father, who had a very strong endgame skills.

"It's quite unlucky, I could have won." Zhang Jun was very upset.

While collecting chess, my father asked, "How are the stocks recently? I heard it's pretty good?"

Zhang Jun was happy for a moment: "It's really good."

“How much did you earn?”

"More than 80,000."

Zhang Jun said proudly.

After hearing this, my mother stopped and looked at Zhang Jun in disbelief and said, "Really? It's only been a few days!"

"Then there is still fake!" Zhang Jun said.

My father was very happy when he heard this and said, "It's much higher than our annual salary!"

Then he said: "Don't be blinded by victory, be careful to sail the ship for a thousand years!"

"I know, my strengths are timidity, and my weaknesses are also timidity."

After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he was very happy.

"I'm going to buy some vegetables. What does my son want to eat?" the mother said with a smile.

"Make dumplings!" said my father.

"What do you want to eat?" asked my mother.

"How about Sanxian?" said my father.

"Okay, I'll go with my mother." Zhang Jun said and went to his house to change his clothes.

Zhang Jun was very willing to go out to buy vegetables with his parents. Maybe his only children were like this. They came to the vegetable market with chatter and laughter along the way. The mother was very good at buying vegetables, and in a short while, she bought all the essentials.

The afternoon was beautiful, and the three of them sat down and ate the dumplings they made with their own hands, and were having a happy time.

My father poured a glass of white wine himself. Zhang Jun never drank white wine in front of his parents. He opened it and heard that Qingdao Beer and his mother's family were halfway.

The father suddenly asked, "What's the matter with the girl you mentioned that day?"

"That's right." Zhang Jun said.

"I met her in the stock market. She studied finance in college. I don't know why she stayed in the stock market without going to a good unit?"

"Then she makes money, too?" asked the mother.

"Mom, the funding requirement for a large household is at least 800,000 yuan. Do you think you can't make money?" Zhang Jun said.

"Then you don't get these amounts of money, why are you in the big house?" asked the mother.

Zhang Jun scratched his head and said, "That's right. Lao Hou took me in at that time. Later, someone asked me, but no one asked me later. I don't know why this is?"

He continued: "I can't figure out why I'm still in the big room."

Zhang Jun did tell the truth, but he knew nothing about the secret here. It was because someone secretly found the manager of the exchange and approved it. This person was Yang Jiahui.

The father then asked: "It is said that the fees for trading on exchanges are much higher than online transactions. How are your fees there?"

"I have calculated the handling fee that is almost the same as online transactions." Zhang Jun said.

Speaking of this, the three of them looked at each other, and no one knew the reason.

My father said: "Old Li downstairs, he trades stocks online at home. His funds are larger than you, but the handling fee is not low, it seems to be two?"

"I'm 118," said Zhang Jun.

"I checked it in the computer for a while, but I didn't understand what was going on." Zhang Jun said, and ran to the study and turned on the computer.

Through the computer's transaction records, it was indeed a 1:8 handling fee.

The three of them then ate with peace of mind. The parents were of course particularly happy to see Zhang Jun's funds growing so fast.

The mother asked, "You said, a girl has so much money, where did that money come from?"

"Just earn it!"

"Maybe." The father nodded.

"What's the situation with her family?" asked the mother.

"She said she was poor, and I don't think she looked like her." Zhang Jun said.

"You think, how can there be poor people living in luxury communities?" he continued.

"kindness!"

"I have the chance to invite someone!" said the mother.

"kindness."

After the family happily ate, my father took the chess out to find a chess friend; my mother knitted a sweater while watching TV.

Zhang Jun practiced calligraphy in his hut. He stood in front of the writing desk and copied "Lanting Preface". "Lanting Preface" is his favorite. Sometimes, he can copy it several times in one breath without being bored. He likes the delicate brushwork, the beautiful structure, and the smooth and flowing brushwork. He likes the state of mind and palm connection. No wonder he is the number one calligraphy saint in China.

His pen flipped in his hand, and he couldn't help but be happy about the wonderful things, and even praised himself for a while.
Chapter completed!