Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

Everyone saw Zhang Jiaqiang arriving, with different expressions on their faces.

Some were surprised, some were scornful, but Mr. Qian remained calm and calm, showing that he was in control.

The man with glasses stood up and made room for Zhang Jiaqiang.

"Let us wait for a long time, Jia Qiang, you really have to drink as a penalty!"

Zhang Jiaqiang sat down between the bespectacled man and the middle-aged rich woman and said with a smile.

"If you want to be punished, I'll drink three drinks first to make amends to everyone!"

In fact, it was not too late for Zhang Jiaqiang to go out. He parked his car nearby and strolled over by himself, intentionally arriving a few minutes late.

The purpose is to see everyone's performance after the night, so as to determine one's position in their hearts.

He drank three glasses of beer in a row, and then drank another glass with everyone, which was regarded as the host announcing the start of the banquet.

Putting down his wine glass, Xiao Yao, who was sitting directly opposite Zhang Jiaqiang, grabbed his chopsticks and shouted, "Eat quickly, everyone is starving to death!"

Zhang Jiaqiang said with a smile, "Everyone use your chopsticks and don't be polite. You can order whatever you want. We won't go home until we get drunk today!"

During the banquet, Zhang Jiaqiang frequently toasted and his witty remarks made the atmosphere at the banquet lively.

After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, he quickly saw their different purposes from the performances of the five people.

The young one across from me was the youngest, and he was not polite when it came to eating and drinking. It was obvious that he was here just for the purpose of eating and drinking.

The rich man and the middle-aged rich woman were talking and laughing, like a small team, but they ignored Zhang Jiaqiang's answers, with deep contempt in their words.

The man with glasses is just the opposite. He defends Zhang Jiaqiang at all times, as if he wants to make a sincere friendship.

Only Qian Lao didn't talk much. He always put on an unfathomable and mysterious look, as if he was overlooking all living beings from a high place.

However, the other people seemed to follow Qian Laoma's lead. Whatever he said, these people would not refute, and would even obey him.

This is interesting. These big investors all trade stocks from their own accounts. Being able to be so consistent with their money shows that this person is really convincing.

It's just that Zhang Jiaqiang hasn't discovered anything clever about him yet, so he starts to pay attention to Qian Lao's words and deeds.

As the dishes on the table gradually dwindled, Zhang Jiaqiang called the waiter to take orders.

In fact, everyone has almost eaten at this time, and some more staple food or side dishes will be enough.

But the rich man and the rich woman took the menu and ordered a bunch of crabs, prawns, and other hard dishes, as if they were not full.

However, when the dishes were served, the two of them said goodbye and left without moving their chopsticks.

The man with glasses said angrily, "I ordered so much and still didn't eat it. Isn't it a waste? These two are so serious!"

Zhang Jiaqiang didn't care, he still pretended that nothing happened and continued to persuade him to drink.

Only Xiao Yao was left at the wine table, still struggling with the dishes, but the man with glasses kept looking at Qian Lao, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhang Jiaqiang knew that today's meaty scene was about to come.

Sure enough, not long after, Mr. Qian winked at the man with glasses.

The bespectacled man immediately picked up his wine glass and pretended to be mysterious and said, "Brother Jiaqiang, although it is the first day we have met, I can see that you are a real person, a good friend, and righteous!"

Zhang Jiaqiang said a few polite words, had a drink with him, and waited for the rest.

The man with glasses said, "The market is sluggish now. Brother, you just entered the market. If there is any good news, don't be alone. Share it with the brothers and let us all get rich together!" Zhang Jiaqiang deliberately said with a hint of drunkenness, "I am the former paragraph I made a small fortune in time, but I had some spare money and no place to invest, so I came to the stock market to test the waters!"

The man with glasses showed a real expression, glanced at Qian Lao, and continued.

"So, I'm just a layman!"

Zhang Jiaqiang pretended to be a primary school student and nodded repeatedly and said, "No, I can't even understand the market today. I bought some indiscriminately in the dark, not knowing whether it is going up or down!"

The man with glasses showed a look of regret, "Brother, the stock market is like a battlefield. You can't buy randomly like this. The market is not good these days. If you want to make money in the stock market, you have to have inside information. Blindfolded like you and blindly buy, Unless smoke comes out of the ancestral graves, everything will be lost!"

It seems that if these people can get together, they must have common interests involved, and now they should be trying to figure it out.

Zhang Jiaqiang immediately showed panic, "What should I do? My money didn't come from the strong wind, otherwise I would have refunded it tomorrow!"

The man with glasses smiled and said, "Well, since we know each other and we are so speculative, I definitely can't watch you lose money!"

Zhang Jiaqiang immediately showed joy and said very politely,

"Brother, if you say that, you must have inside information that will surely make you a profit, so it's not convenient for you to help your brother!"

If this kind of routine were placed 20 years later, people would definitely see through it. But don’t forget that this was the early 90s when information was underdeveloped, and the stock market was also a new thing. Many people who were stupid and had a lot of money could easily fall into the trap.

If they really had inside information, why would they not just keep silent about making a fortune, but spread the word about their illness?
Zhang Jiaqiang did this deliberately because he wanted them to reveal their true colors as soon as possible so that they could respond correctly.

At this time, Mr. Qian finally spoke.

"We can't talk about inside information, but we have a way to make a small profit."

After what Mr. Qian said, Zhang Jiaqiang suddenly understood their purpose.

These people plan to imitate Niu Million, pool the financial resources of a few people, speculate on a small-cap stock, and then cash out at a high price.

This approach is almost impossible in the 21st century, but in the early 90s when the total amount was extremely small, it was very possible, and there were many successful cases.

But the only suspicious thing now is that no one can guarantee whether they were trapped and used this method to trick Zhang Jiaqiang into becoming a taker and relieve them of the trap.

And so far, they have never revealed which stock they are speculating on.

There are intrigues and intrigues in the shopping mall!

Zhang Jiaqiang doesn't want to be impulsive and fall into catastrophe. Moreover, now that he has a goal, he must concentrate all his financial resources to operate Sichuan Neon. He must not lose the big for the small.

The three people saw that he was silent, and the man with glasses said seductively.

"The five of us have been cooking in the cold stove for a long time now, and the pot is already hot. As soon as you come in, brother, it's like picking up something ready-made. Where can you find such a good thing?"

Even Xiao Yao, who was busy nibbling crabs, raised his head and nodded at Zhang Jiaqiang.

People's hearts are separated from the belly, so be careful in everything.

Zhang Jiaqiang said awkwardly, "It's not that I don't want to make money, but the little funds I have are simply not enough, and putting them in may not be able to fuel the flames. I think I'd better forget it!"

The man with glasses had a look of regret on his face, but he hesitated to speak.

Xiaoyao also threw the half-eaten crab legs on the table.

Only Mr. Qian glanced at Zhang Jiaqiang with a smile but not a smile, "It's getting late, I think they should all be withdrawn!"