There was no answer to the question of national treasures, so Nan Yi had to focus on the products of Western capitalism.
At Jing'an Stock Exchange, the small blackboard is gone and has been replaced by a small LED screen.
Nan Yi watched the big screen for a while but couldn't make sense of it, so he looked around and saw a familiar face standing in front of the counter. It was the patrol officer he had consulted here before, but the word "patrol officer" was no longer on his arm, and his clothes had changed from a jacket to a suit.
Nan Yi was just about to step forward to inquire when he saw a door inside the counter being opened and three people walked out one after another. The one in the middle said something to the staff doing business at the counter, and then followed closely behind the person in front.
The three men walked out of the counter and went to the door of the exchange, where they stood respectfully and looked in one direction together.
After a while, a Santana stopped in front of the three people . First, the passenger door was opened and a woman got out of the car. Then the back seat door was opened and another woman got out.
As soon as the woman at the back stood still, the man who was at the front of the group came forward and after a brief greeting, he led the way and led the two women into the exchange.
The man was introducing something from time to time, and the woman in the back seat either nodded or asked, her eyes wandering around the exchange in the direction the man was pointing. When her eyes swept across Nan Yi's face, she paused for a second and then continued forward.
Nan Yi looked away after a few seconds, and sat in his seat for a while. When a group of people entered the door inside the counter, he walked to the counter.
"Hello, comrade. I would like to ask if there is any information on electric vacuum [vacuum electrons]."
"Yes, wait a moment, I'll get it for you." The front patrol responded, and walked into the counter and took a hand-bound booklet for Nan Yi, "This is the electrical vacuum data I compiled myself, comrade, you can take a look."
Nan Yi took the book, thanked him, and returned to his previous seat with the book.
I took a glance at the cover of the book and saw the big words "Zhao Tianyang Electric Vacuum Stock Analysis" written in the middle. When I opened the book, I saw the handwritten table of contents. The basic situation, operating conditions, stock price history, and future trend analysis were classified into different categories, and each one was clearly organized. It was obvious that much thought was put into it.
Nan Yi looked up at the former patrol officer, most likely Zhao Tianyang, and found that he was also looking at him. Nan Yi nodded at him and said to himself, "Oh no, he has seen through me. I have a huge sum of 50,000 yuan."
Just because a stranger asked if he had any information, he took out the information he compiled and presented it as a treasure. Needless to say, Zhao Tianyang regarded himself as a good horse and he was looking for a good person, or a noble person.
"It shouldn't be going well, otherwise I wouldn't be promoting myself so blindly."
Muttering to himself, Nan Yi turned to "Basic Situation" and read it word by word.
When Nan Yi saw the content of the stock price history, a middle-aged man sitting next to him glanced at the book in Nan Yi's hand and said, "Xiao Zhao's stock trading secrets."
Nan Yi turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, swallowed the three words "eldest brother", and changed his words: "Da Gu [eldest brother], have you seen it too?"
The middle-aged man is a future celebrity and is very well-known in the country. Not to mention hundreds of millions, there are at least tens of millions of people who know him, and they are tens of millions of middle class people. He is Yang Baiwan, the future number one retail investor in the country.
Yang Baiwan has gained a certain degree of fame now, but it is concentrated in Shanghai, and in the small circle of treasury bonds. Nan Yi has heard the woman in the back seat mention this "Teacher Yang" before.
"I've read it. What do you think of what he wrote?"
"Very good, with detailed information and well-reasoned analysis. Dagu, have you bought it?"
"Not yet. I plan to observe for a few more days. The price of electric vacuum should continue to fall. I guess it will fall to around 90 yuan."
"90, the highest before was 143.5?"
"Yes, the overall situation this year is not very good, but Dian Zhenkong is neither Type A nor Type B. The maximum dividend rate is stipulated to be no more than 15%, and the minimum is not less than the bank interest rate. The maximum dividend you can get from a stock [face value of 100, that is, 1 share] is 15 yuan a year, and the minimum is ..."
Yang Baiwan paused and continued, "The lowest price will not be less than 5 yuan. Regardless of whether it goes up or down, it is still worthwhile to buy its stocks."
At this time, there are several types of stocks. The first is Type A, with no upper cap and no lower guaranteed dividend; the second is Type B, with a guaranteed lower limit but no upper cap; the third is neither Type A nor Type B, with both a guaranteed lower limit and a upper cap. Electric Vacuum is neither Type A nor Type B, and the maximum dividend rate is 15%, and the minimum is not lower than the bank interest.
Some time ago, due to the increase in the interest rate of hedging, credit unions and banks announced their profit situation over the past few decades. It can be said that each of them is on the verge of losses. Once this news was announced, it was almost a signal that the bank's deposit interest rates would be lowered.
Looking at the situation last year, it is obvious that the country wants to encourage consumption by lowering deposit interest rates. For those who want to invest in a hedge, deposits and buying treasury bonds are no longer good investment options.
"It's a good deal. When Dagu waits for you to buy, I'll buy some with you. For 90 yuan, you can buy one or two hundred shares for fun."
"No, don't follow me to buy. I can't take the responsibility if you lose money. Let's buy our own." Yang Baiwan waved his hand and said.
"Don't worry, Dagu. I won't blame you if you really lose money. 20,000 yuan is nothing to me. Just consider the loss as tuition." Nan Yi approached Yang Baiwan and said in a low voice, "I used to sell color TVs, but now I can't do it anymore, so I came here to learn how to trade stocks."
When Yang Baiwan heard that Nan Yi was a color TV dealer and must have plenty of money, and that he was just planning to have some fun, he no longer felt so much psychological pressure and dared to speak frankly.
As for why they could talk about deep things with such a short distance, we can only say that early retail investors were all like this. They liked to teach others and were relatively sincere. They would tell who bought which stock, how much they bought, and how much they bought. As long as you listen carefully, you can hear it even if you are sitting in the trading hall. There are almost no secrets about stocks among retail investors.
In the early days, not many retail investors realized that stocks were a game of "pass the parcel". Retail investors were all comrades, sharing the same hatred and fighting together against an enemy that no one could identify (there was no concept of bankers in the early days), and they would not treat the other party as their scapegoat.
"Electric Vacuum consists of seven non-independent branches, including the Light Bulb Factory, the Electron Tube Factory, the Electron Tube Factory No. 2, the Electron Tube Factory No. 3, the CRT Glass Factory, and the Electro Vacuum Device Research Institute, as well as several affiliated institutions.
Light bulbs have been selling very well in the past two years, and electron tubes are not bad either. They are used in color TVs, refrigerators, tape recorders, radios and other miscellaneous items. Take cathode ray tube glass for example, although color TVs are not selling well now, I think this is only temporary.
In the building where I live, there are a total of nine households, but there are only two televisions, one 14 inches and one 17 inches, both in black and white. Nowadays, everyone lives in the alley, and if you put out a television, half of the people in the alley can watch it.
But our alley is about to be demolished. Once it's demolished, we will all go our separate ways and won't have the chance to sit together and watch TV. Who wouldn't want to buy a TV? If you calculate this way, at least several million TVs can be sold in Shanghai alone. How many do you think can be sold nationwide?"
"There are more than 1 billion people in the country. Let's count them as 1 billion. 400 million people cannot afford a TV. There are still 600 million people. There are about 445 people per household, which means there are 134 million households. At least 70 million households have not bought a TV. Dagu, what you said really makes sense."
It's true that Nan Yi really thinks that what Yang Baiwan said is correct. The bad market for televisions is only temporary. Not to mention the overseas market, it will take several years to meet the domestic demand. This time the market is sluggish, and once it rebounds, there will likely be a surge in retaliatory consumption.
"Of course you can. You can recite numbers right off the top of your head. Have you ever been to college?" Yang Baiwan asked in surprise.
"I did study, but it was the same as not studying. In the end, I ended up working as a profiteer. Dagu, where did you work before?"
"There's nothing much to say about the company. I used to be a warehouse keeper. I didn't earn much and I was bullied. I got angry and left the company. Now I don't have a job and I just hang around here all day."
"What's so good about working? Stock trading is much better. 10,000 yuan can earn 1,500 yuan in interest a year. If you invest tens of thousands more, you can earn several thousand yuan a year. How can you get such a high salary by working?"
Nan Yi and Yang Baiwan chatted for a while, and when they got deeper into the conversation, they started to tell each other their names. At about three o'clock, Nan Yi said goodbye to Yang Baiwan and left the exchange.
I went to the delicatessen at the entrance of the vegetable market to buy some pickled pig tongue and pickled gluten, then went to the kindergarten to pick up Nanwuwei. I was busy in the kitchen until the sun set, preparing four dishes and a soup.
"What are you going to do at Jing'an Securities today?"
"What else can you do there? Look at the stock market." Nan Yi responded, and then said to Nan Wuwei: "Son, it's summer now. Do you want to stay at the beach for a few days?"
"Dad, where do you want to go?" Nan Wuwei asked with interest.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Well... I don't know. I want to go someplace I've never been to." Nan Wuwei thought for a while and said.
"Then Dad will take care of the arrangements and we'll play for half a month."
"good."
Seeing that Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei had finished their conversation, Liu Zhen asked again, "You want to invest in stocks?"
"I have some ideas. I met Yang Baiwan in the lobby today and talked to him for a while. He is a very thoughtful person with a sharp vision."
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get along with Guan Wanguo."
"Guan Wanguo? The one from Jinsheng Securities?"
"Yes, although our bank did not intervene in the treasury bonds, we still paid attention to several large customers who traded treasury bonds. The largest customer in Shanghai was Guan Wanguo's Jinsheng Securities. Guan Wanguo used all the money of Jinsheng Securities to trade treasury bonds several times, with a turnover of several hundred million. He made at least tens of millions.
The Financial Supervisory Office has already investigated him at Jinsheng Securities. I don’t know how he managed to escape punishment, but I think he is too bold and reckless. Sooner or later, he will stir up a hornet’s nest.”
"Wow, that's a lot. With a turnover of 300 million, he can charge 50% to 60% off in the early stage, and 10% off later. On average, his gross profit is more than 30%. With the interest subsidy, he has made over 100 million."
"Don't exaggerate. The maximum amount is 50 million, unless he has hidden a lot of cash." Liu Zhen said disapprovingly.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Nan Yi was just guessing, but Liu Zhen had a channel to directly check the balance, so the number Liu Zhen gave was of course more accurate.
"Yang Baiwan and Guan Wanguo are very familiar with each other. At the beginning of this year, Yang Baiwan got involved in Jinsheng Securities."
"You found out through the counter?"
"Not only that, 70% to 80% of Shanghai's treasury bonds are in our bank. I can't hide anything about the treasury bonds."
"Tsk tsk, son, your mother is amazing. Not only is she domineering at home, she is also a coward outside." Nan Yi smacked his lips and joked with Nan Wuwei.
"Dad, Mom is not a mountain leopard, she is a mountain eagle."
"Haha, why are you blushing?"
"My mother hit me."
"Why is it yellow again?"
"If mom really wants to hit me... mom, I won't say anything." Seeing Liu Zhen raising her hand, Nan Wuwei quickly gave in and lowered his head to eat from his bowl.
"Put your hands down and continue eating." Nan Yi raised his hand to block Liu Zhen's hand. "What's wrong with me joking with you? Don't be so stingy."
Liu Zhen took his hand back and said without interruption: "Just pamper him as much as you can. If you indulge him any more, he will become even more disrespectful."
"What is big and what is small? Do I have to kneel down and greet you to show my respect to you as a mother? Or do you think your son's hair is too long and want to shave it into a rat tail? Regardless of right or wrong, I have to shout "Long live Liu Zhen". I can only praise you, not give you any opinions."
Liu Zhen nodded at Nan Yi and said, "Just go ahead and argue with me."
Nan Yi glanced at Liu Zhen and said calmly, "I'm not trying to argue with you. You just don't realize how much you've changed. You've been floating in the sky, almost evolving into a Buddha statue that people worship. You don't know what it means to be down to earth.
Good thing, I've become a better person now, no longer that alley urchin, no longer that silly girl who can't do any farm work. Son, you compose the music and I'll write the lyrics, let's write a song to praise your mother."
Nan Wuwei turned a deaf ear to Nan Yi's words and continued to eat his meal. He could tease him a little, but he couldn't pursue him relentlessly. He still had to live under the high pressure of Old Foye Liu, and if he offended him too much, he would suffer the consequences.
"Nonsense, stop mad at me. You're only with me a few days a year, and you spend half of that time arguing with me. Is that fun?"
Nan Yi thought about it and realized that he had gone too far. "Well, I was wrong. Your Majesty, please continue with your meal. Tomorrow I will go to the Huangpu River to see if there are any hairy crabs and cook them for you."
"Forget it. I won't be back to eat tomorrow because I have an appointment. Besides, I don't like hairy crabs. If you want to, go get some crab sauce and shrimp sauce. Xian Weimin sent some last time and it was delicious."
"Okay, when I go south in a few days, I'll stop by Zhanhuang and ask around. I'll find the aunt with the best craftsmanship and buy you a few jars."
"Leave the address to them. I really like this. I will ask them to send it here regularly in the future."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Don't send it. I'll tell Aunt Ge to send someone to check whether these two things are suitable for making products. If they are, we will make them ourselves in the future. If not, I'll hire someone to make the sauce for you."
"I'll just hire someone, I think it would be great to make a product."
"Well, it depends."
…
The next day, Nan Yi went to the Jing'an Stock Exchange again, but before leaving, he called Chen Dan to inquire about the matters of the stock exchange. Chen Dan told him that the establishment of the Shanghai Stock Exchange had been put on the agenda by the top leaders, but no decision had been made whether to do it or how to do it.
After calling , Nan Yi called Lai Huri's father Lai Liye and asked him about Shenzhen's foreign investment this year. The overall situation was not very good. Foreign investors were in a wait-and-see state, and some even withdrew their capital.
Combining the information obtained through some channels and reading reports in newspapers and magazines, Nan Yi knew that the stock exchange would definitely be established because China wanted to show the outside world its determination to continue reform and opening up.
After thinking through the "inevitable" reasons behind something that was bound to happen, Nan Yi walked into the Jing'an Stock Exchange with ease.
Yang Baiwan was already there, talking to a few people in the stock exchange about the possibility that bank interest rates would be lowered, and he planned to buy some stocks and keep them in reserve.
"Da Gu, you're here so early?"
Nan Yi walked over and sat down next to Yang Baiwan.
"You're not too late. The price has dropped again. It's 95.5 now."
"It seems that you are right, Dagu. Dian Zhenkong will really drop to around 90 yuan. Dagu, I saw from the information on Zhao Tianyang that Dian Zhenkong has issued three common stocks since 1987, with a total of 491,000 shares. If it really drops to 90 yuan, how many people will be unable to resist selling it?"
Yang Baiwan thought for a moment and said, "At least 60,000 to 70,000 shares."
"Sixty or seventy thousand shares is not too small, it's several million. Hey, Dagu, is Zhao Tianyang a temporary worker or a regular employee?"
"He's a formal employee, but the director here doesn't seem to like him very much. He doesn't have a good time here. Do you like him?" Yang Baiwan asked curiously.
Nan Yi smiled and said, "It's hard to say now. I think he's quite interesting and should be a talent. I plan to get to know him first."
Just looking at Zhao Tianyang's information about electric vacuum, Nan Yi was willing to spend a few million on him to test his quality. If Zhao Tianyang was really a talent, it would be considered a lucky find.
Nan Yi spent more than two hours in the morning observing Zhao Tianyang and people who went to the counter to buy and sell stocks. At noon, he invited Zhao Baiwan to have lunch together. In the afternoon, he returned to the exchange and sat with his ears pricked up, receiving information inadvertently revealed by shareholders.
It’s true that people who come to trade stocks at this time all have some tricks up their sleeves, and the things they say are simply out of reach for ordinary people.
Not only did Nan Yi hear a lot of information that could be used as a reference, he also met several people whose names he had only heard of in his previous life, Qingpi Dan, the Fleet Commander, the Philosopher, etc. Each of them was one of the first to enter the tycoon room, who could shake the stock market three times by stomping their feet and dream of breaking through 18,000 points.
When Nan Yi was sitting at the Jing'an Stock Exchange on the third day, he met a newcomer to the stock market, Wu Jiming. After chatting for a few words and getting to know each other, Nan Yi gave him the nickname "Blind Man".
Wu Jiming is a blind man, but not born blind. He had good eyesight when he was a child and has loved football since he was young. After entering middle school, he became a member of the school football team.
Once when he was playing football, a ball flew over and hit him right in the eye. His teacher and classmates rushed him to the hospital. Unfortunately, during the treatment, he accidentally caused a serious infection and he lost his sight from then on.
The blow to a person who had lived in a colorful world for seventeen years suddenly losing his eyes can be imagined. Wu Jiming thought about dying, but death is both easy and difficult, so he thought about living again, because people can only live once, and death means losing any opportunity.
Being blind, he naturally could no longer read, so he joined a welfare factory called the "Low-Voltage Electrical Switch Factory" which was set up specifically for the disabled. He worked on everything from punching machines to lathes, and from lathes to planers.
Working in a welfare factory, the income was very low and could only barely make ends meet. When the spring breeze of reform blew to Shanghai, Wu Jiming kept hearing news about how others were getting rich. He could not hold back and decided that instead of living a cowardly life, he might as well take a risk and give it a try.
So, he decisively quit his job and set up a stall at the entrance of the park to sell balloons. Because he was working alone and had no one to help him, he often went without food or drink all day for fear of going to the toilet. Once he went to the toilet, no one would watch the stall and the balloons would be stolen.
Later, he went to the Western Regions to sell cantaloupes and traded steel in Shanghai, but after a few years, he suffered so much that it would take three days and three nights to describe the suffering he endured, yet the money he earned was very limited.
I have quit my job, where should I go next?
Just when he was at his wit's end, he happened to hear people talking about the stock market, so he came to the Jing'an Stock Exchange with only 300 yuan. He wanted to find light here.
"Color TV Model, which stock do you think I should buy?"
Wu Jiming "looked" at Nan Yi with his eyes, hoping to hear heavenly music from Nan Yi's mouth.
Newton said that the action of force is mutual, and the same is true for giving nicknames. Nan Yi can give others nicknames, and others can naturally give him nicknames. Color TV Model is his new nickname.
"You shouldn't ask me. I'm also a green hand. You should ask Teacher Yang. However, I think you don't have much capital, so it's suitable for you to buy Yuyuan Shopping Center. This stock is cheap. You can buy 4 shares for 300 yuan."
"Will it increase? How much will it increase?" Wu Jiming asked excitedly.
"Don't get excited, let Teacher Yang give you a good lesson." Nan Yi threw Wu Jiming to Yang Baiwan and immediately fell into deep thought.
Anyone who has ever traded stocks must have been interested in knowing which stock has the highest single-share price in history. Nan Yi is no exception. In his previous life, he got to know the tail of stock trading in the hall and didn't do much in the stock market, but he heard a lot of stories about the stock market.
He still remembers a mythical story told to him by a retail investor who entered the stock market in 1992, "Five years ago, in May, the share price of Yuyuan Shopping Mall exceeded 10,000 yuan. 10,000 yuan, you know, at that time the display screen could only display four digits, so the price was four zeros."
I learned about Yuyuan Shopping Mall, and later I learned about Feilo Audio. Both of them were monster stocks that had experienced a price break of ten thousand. I also learned that the old eight stocks were ATMs. Almost all of the earliest stock speculators had created the myth of increasing their funds by dozens of times.
Now, Nan Yi, who has experienced more things and has more information, thinks about the old eight stocks again. He has more experience. In the first half year or one year after the establishment of the stock exchange, you just need to close your eyes and buy stocks. If you look at the market in the long run, it will not fall, and the country will not allow it to fall.
Nan Yi doesn't care about the market conditions of Yuyuan Shopping Mall and Feilo Audio that have exceeded ten thousand. He will leave as soon as he gets the first wave of "good start". In the short term, the domestic stock market cannot bear Nan's expectations. By the time it can bear it, he should have retired, and by then he will no longer have the final say in Nan's business.
He plans to find two or three people to manage his personal funds to fight in the stock market. How far he can go depends on fate. He will remain calm and will not place too much expectation on them nor give too much support.
After some thought, the prospect is beautiful, but it still cannot solve Nan Yi’s current predicament.
The second installment of 10 million should be paid to Shengchen Pharmaceutical in about 20 days. Nan Yi has no idea at the moment. If he can't conjure up the money, he can only borrow it. But he doesn't want to ask anyone who can lend him such a large sum of money.
"Come to Shanghai."
He sat in the Jing'an Stock Exchange until three o'clock in the afternoon. After walking out of the exchange and getting into the car, Nan Yi called his sixth son, Sun Changzheng.
Then I went to the market to buy some braised food and pick up the kids. I prepared dinner early so that Nanwuwei could eat his fill, played Prince of Persia with him for a while, and calculated the time to come to Lao Zhengxing Restaurant.
Today is the birthday of Liu Zhen's immediate superior, Zhang Gang, the president of the Jing'an District branch. A banquet was held at the Lao Zhengxing Restaurant, and five vice presidents and other senior executives of the bank were invited to attend his birthday party with their families. Nan Yi, the cook of Vice President Liu, was naturally among the invited guests.
After getting off the car at the restaurant entrance, Nan Yi walked up to Liu Zhen and said, "Are you not too late?"
"It's not late, but it's not early either. Others have already arrived. Let's go in." Liu Zhen said, then turned and walked into the restaurant.
Nan Yi and Liu Zhen walked side by side and asked softly, "Have you prepared a gift? I came here empty-handed."
"It's ready." Liu Zhen responded, and then lowered his voice and said, "You have to be careful of Jin Kang I told you about. He might do something strange."
"You can't handle it?"
"Of course I can handle it. Precisely because he has been suppressed by me and cannot move, I guess he will start with you to vent his anger for being humiliated by me." Liu Zhen said with a little complacency.
"Should I pretend to be a grandson and lure the enemy deeper into our territory?" Nan Yi said with a smile.
"Forget it. It's not like you don't know that your information has always been on file. At the end of last year, I just reported your new job as the president of Green Core Development. They are all very eager to hear about it. They should all know what you do."
"Haha, I'm going to say something stupid, you dare to bully our home Liu Zhen, you idiot, believe me or not, I'll kill you?"
"Stop joking. See, the one in front is Jin Kang." Liu Zhen didn't move his body or have any strange expression on his face. He just spoke softly to Nan Yi.
"I see. Why did you only tell me that he was forty-four years old and not tell me that he was extremely smart?"
Nan Yi looked at the man in front of him. He was about 160cm tall and weighed about 170kg. He had sparse long hair with a few strands of hair supporting the middle. He could see his shiny scalp, which was really shiny, as if it had been coated with tung oil.
"Well, let me tell you now, he is not only extremely smart, but also has a drake voice. I have never seen a beard on his face, not even stubble."
“Is this true or false?”
"Really? You'll know when you see it."
"I know what you're thinking. Don't be too happy too soon. The probability of a man not growing a beard is very low. The most likely possibility is that there's something wrong with his hair follicles. Have you seen his wife? Is she pretty?"
"Let's not talk about it for now. It's too close."
"It's okay. You don't know that I learned to curse people with ventriloquism from a South Korean master."
Nan Yi and Liu Zhen kept whispering to each other until they reached the door of the private room, then they calmed down a little, pushed the door open and walked into the room.
As soon as the door of the private room was opened, a smile broke out on Nan Yi's face. Without Liu Zhen's reminder, he could tell who was Zhang Gang by the seats. Deliberately falling behind, Nan Yi followed Liu Zhen towards Zhang Gang.
"President Zhang, sister-in-law, let me introduce you, this is my husband Nan Yi."
Zhang Gang is neither thin nor fat. If he were not for the long-legged Oppa, his height would be around 1.7 meters. This is the most common body shape nowadays, with at least six or seven out of ten having this figure. What stands out most is his temperament and appearance, which make people unconsciously think that this person is very honest at first glance. His appearance is simply amazing.
"Comrade Nan, hello. I have to thank you for supporting Comrade Liu Zhen's work. As her leader, I have to say thank you for your hard work." Zhang Gang stood up and shook Nan Yi's hand affectionately, saying, "Without your silent support behind the scenes, Comrade Liu Zhen would not be able to devote herself to her work and achieve such good results."
"President Zhang, you are too kind. Liu Zhen is following you to serve the people. I can't help her, nor can I hold her back. I will definitely take care of the family affairs and will never let her be distracted."
"Okay, okay. It's our fortune for the Jing'an District branch of the Universal Bank to have a family member like you, Comrade Nan Yi. Please take a seat, please take a seat." Zhang Gang said, pointing to the two seats on his left.
"OK."
Nan Yi nodded, and waited for Liu Zhen to take a step before he followed her. After Liu Zhen sat down, he sat down next to her. After he put his butt down, he felt the temperature of the chair surface.
There were a total of eighteen seats in the entire private room. Before Nan Yi and the other person sat down, there were four empty seats left, the second from the left and the second from the end. According to what Liu Zhen usually said to Nan Yi, there should be no problem for the two of them to sit in the two seats from the left.
But God knows how cunning Zhang Gang is. If the previous positions were not arranged according to the level of position, but according to age, this would also make sense. After all, it is a birthday party, and paying attention to the order of seniority cannot be said to have broken some unspoken rules.
If the chair under Nan Yi or Liu Zhen had been sat on by Jin Kang, the struggle between Liu Zhen and Jin Kang would escalate.
Nan Yi nodded to the man next to him but didn't say hello. Although the man was most likely the vice president Lin Zhibin, he was still afraid of a small probability problem, so it wouldn't be wrong to be reserved.
Receiving Nan Yi's friendly gesture, the man next door greeted Nan Yi: "Hello, I'm Lin Zhibin."
"Hello, Liu Zhen's husband Nan Yi."
"Comrade Nan just came back from abroad?"
"I've been back for a few days."
"In which country?" Lin Zhibin asked again.
"I work for an American company and was on a business trip to India and the UK some time ago."
"America, would you mind buying something for me?"
"The first time we met, he asked me to help buy something. A vice president can't be so tactless. It's impossible that he doesn't have other options. Is this a prelude to showing goodwill or setting a trap, or both?"
From asking for help to helping, and then thanking, after a few times, if the communication is good, the two families will naturally get closer. However, the occasion in which Lin Zhibin sent the signal was wrong. No matter how you look at it, it seemed like he was trying to induce Liu Zhen to express her position.
"I don't know if what you want to buy is urgent. If it is, I may have to say sorry. I will be in China for the next two or three months and will not go abroad for the time being."
"It's not too urgent. What I want to buy are not big items, but rather small pieces. I will write a list to Vice President Liu later. After you have read it, please let me know if there is anything inconvenient to buy." Lin Zhibin said politely.
"OK."
Nan Yi felt a little unhappy. He was being plotted against. At this point, whether Lin Zhibin helped or not, it would give Liu Zhen a headache.
"Alas, people in the system are really full of tricks."
After sitting for a while, Jin Kang, whom Nan Yi and the others had just met outside the private room, came back. With him came a woman who was a little taller than Jin Kang and looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, President Zhang, my wife is late."
As soon as he entered the door, Jin Kang apologized to Zhang Gang repeatedly.