Chapter 102: How to lose when a dragon hits your face?
Seeing Lin Yuzhen's depressed look, Lu Yiming felt even happier.
"Are you stupid? Who doesn't manually disconnect from the Internet after the page is refreshed? After browsing a page, you can just dial the number again. If you leave the Internet connection there and forget about it, it's like dialing a phone call and not hanging up. It's a miracle if the Internet bill doesn't go through the roof at the end of the month."
Lin Yuzhen glared at Lu Yiming unhappily, her teeth itching with hatred: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Lu Yiming shrugged slightly: "You didn't ask, how would I know you would be so stupid? And you're a top student, ha..."
Lin Yuzhen was in no mood to argue with Lu Yiming. She pulled her hair in distress, frowned and muttered, "What should I do now? My uncle doesn't have much money to begin with, and I'm still cheating him..."
The more she thought about it, the more she felt bad. Then she glared at Lu Yiming fiercely: "It's all your fault."
Lu Yiming was immediately depressed: "I haven't even asked you for the usage fee for using my computer, but you're repaying me with evil instead."
Lin Yuzhen put her hands on her hips, pointed at Lu Yiming's nose and asked confidently, "Who told you not to teach me programming?"
Lu Yiming rolled his eyes, then snorted and retorted: "I'm doing this for your own good, okay? You'll become bald if you learn this, do you want your hair gone?"
"Ah? Learning this will cause hair loss?"
Lin Yuzhen couldn't help but lower her head slightly, tucked her hair together, and weighed how much hair loss she could bear.
If you make three hundred thousand in one go like Lu Yiming, then losing a small amount seems acceptable?
Just a handful.
Thinking of this, Lin Yuzhen planned to confront Lu Yiming, but when she looked up, Lu Yiming had already run away.
"Humph! Lu Yiming, just wait for me! "
Lu Yiming returned to the classroom and found Li Quanwang copying homework furiously again.
Lu Yiming immediately said with disdain: "Wangzai, how many times have I told you that you study for yourself, not for the teacher. Doing homework is for you to learn knowledge. You didn't do your homework on the weekend, and now you are copying it here. Are you worthy of the teacher's teaching? Whose homework did you copy? Lend it to me when you're done copying."
Li Quanwang angrily raised his middle finger at Lu Yiming: "Damn, you haven't written anything in the whole long time?"
Lu Yiming said confidently: "I am different from you. I am very busy, okay? You are just lazy."
Li Quanwang said indignantly: "I don't trust you. Brother Wen and I are the ones watching over the Internet cafe all day long, and you are nowhere to be seen all day long."
Then, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained, "Why was the summer vacation cut by a month?"
Lu Yiming patted his shoulder and consoled him: "It's like this in the third year of high school. Which school doesn't have make-up classes?"
Li Quanwang snorted and angrily cursed, "Nonsense! Seniors in other schools usually start school two or three weeks early, but our No. 1 High School is the worst off, starting a full month early!"
Lu Yiming smiled and said, "No. 1 Middle School is a provincial key school. Isn't this normal? Everything is for the college entrance examination. You should be grateful."
Compared to Li Quanwang who was crying and shouting, Lu Yiming felt that his current life was quite easy. In the future of the Internet, getting a good night's sleep would be a luxury, let alone a summer vacation.
996, 007, the work intensity is so high that you want to die immediately.
Even during holidays, if your boss calls you, you still have to run back to the company and work like a slave. You work overtime but don't get overtime pay. These things are common in the Internet industry.
Programmers are basically treated as "consumables". By the age of 35, they are almost scrapped and then they are sent out into society in droves to fend for themselves.
In comparison, my current senior year life is just so-so.
Lu Yiming did not take the "College Entrance Examination Sprint" of No. 1 Middle School, which was known as the hellish training, seriously. After all, he had seen the real "hell".
Compared to the peaceful time on campus, the local business district in Baiyun has fallen into a strange and frenetic atmosphere.
Because of Zhou Jianfeng's high profile, many business tycoons who started out in industry have begun to turn their attention to the financial sector.
There is no way. The profit from doing business is too little. After working hard all year round, the money earned is not even a fraction of the profit from stock and futures trading. Who can balance this mentally?
Especially this time, shorting the ruble is almost a sure thing. With all the international hot money involved, the Russians have no chance of turning the situation around with their limited financial resources.
Let me ask you, how can you lose when the dragon hits your face?
Therefore, many people are tempted, but they are still hesitant.
Inspired by Lin Shuyi, Wu Qiuping has already started to act.
On this day, a Chaozhou Association in Baiyun City gathered many people, all of whom were from the same hometown who had some influence in the business world.
This is the characteristic of the Chaoshan business community. They are used to doing business in groups, helping each other, and working together to make progress.
"Everyone is here."
In the box, everyone sat together, and an old man with silver hair and vigorous spirit was the first to speak.
His name is Fu Ren. He is the head of the Baiyun local hometown association. He started engaging in business activities before liberation and has a high status in the circle.
A plump and heavily made-up woman complimented, "Mr. Fu, it's been a long time since we last met. You are still in good health."
Her name is Liang Shuzhen and she runs a five-star restaurant.
Fu Ren smiled and said, "You are still as young and beautiful as before."
Liang Shuzhen quickly said modestly: "No, no."
Fu Ren looked at everyone, paused, and then said, "It's still the same old rules. Those who have cash flow can pledge. This time I plan to create a 40 million fund pool."
As soon as Fu Ren finished speaking, Liang Shuzhen said, "I agree to five million."
"I agree on two million."
"I'll give you one million."
Soon, 40 million was raised.
Fu Ren was very satisfied with everyone's enthusiasm. He announced: "Then we will stick to the old rules. Anyone who needs funds for business will pay the interest, and the highest bidder will win."
Before Fu Ren finished speaking, someone raised his hand and said, "A batch of Japanese televisions have arrived in Hong Kong. I need some money to buy them. I hope everyone will be generous. I will offer one cent."
This one cent means one thousandth of the interest, but this interest is calculated on a daily basis!
That’s 36% a year, a clear case of usury!
But when doing business, what you often lack is capital. So for many people who are in urgent need of cash flow, the fatal problem is not whether the interest rate is high or not, but that they cannot borrow money at all.
However, as one of the four major business groups in Guangdong, the Chaoshan business group has always been united and has formed its own business ecology. It is very common for such small circles to borrow funds from each other, which is one of the reasons why they can be so influential in the business field.
Li Bancheng, Xiao Ma Ge, Huang Shoufu, these well-known business tycoons, all come from the Chaoshan business family. It is conceivable how great the influence of this group is.
The man who spoke was named Zuo Chunrong, and he was engaged in import and export trade.
"Lao Zuo is going to do another big business. I'm so envious."
"Old Zuo is really good at getting this kind of stuff. Japanese high-end TVs are in great demand right now."
Several people who did not need funds temporarily began to praise Zuo Chunrong.
"No, no, I'm just trying to make a living. I can't compete with you big bosses. Since you guys don't bid, I'll take it." Zuo Chunrong stood up, bowed to all sides, and was about to take the funds.
However, at this moment, Wu Qiuping stood up and said, "Wait a minute."
