Volume 6: The Great Change Chapter 0795 Spring Festival Lesson
When he was almost at the end of the street, Nan Yi saw a stall selling wholesale printed Spring Festival couplets. He walked up to it with his son, and the two of them looked at the couplets on the stall.
Nan Wuwei picked up a couplet and read: "Business is booming all over the world, and wealth is abundant in the three rivers. Dad, this is suitable for posting at the door of the store."
"Yeah." Nan Yi nodded, rummaged through the pile of Spring Festival couplets, picked out the ones he wanted to write, and said to the stall owner, "I want 300 pairs. What's the price?"
"Eight cents."
"It's too expensive, how about 70 cents?"
"No, there's no money to be made from 70 cents." said the stall owner with a bitter face.
Nan Yi smiled gently, "Let's skip the middle process. I want 70 cents, not a cent more. If I leave, you can't call me back."
"Oh, there's really no money to be made from 70 cents..."
“Sell it or not? If not, I’ll really leave.” Nan Yi pretended to leave.
"Don't go. Sell. Sell. Sell."
"Then I'll choose."
Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei quickly picked out 300 Spring Festival couplets. When paying, Nan Yi haggled with the stall owner and bargained for 8 extra couplets.
Take the Spring Festival couplets and return to Fang Mansion.
"Son, go back to your room and change into festive clothes, and take down your clapperboard."
"Um."
When Nan Wuwei went upstairs, Nan Yi began to pick out the Spring Festival couplets suitable for pasting on the door of the store. After picking out the couplets, he went to the kitchen to get two chopsticks, cut them a little, and turned the chopsticks into a percussion stick.
Then, Nan Yi went back to the bedroom and changed into red.
After changing clothes and returning to the living room, Nan Yi asked Nan Wuwei to untie the connecting wires of the clapper. After the clapper was disassembled into two pieces of bamboo, Nan Yi took one of the pieces and knocked it. He felt that the sound was quite crisp, so he said to Nan Wuwei: "We each take one piece, and Dad will teach you a song."
"What song?"
"Dad doesn't know the name either, it's easy to sing, just follow me and learn it."
As he spoke, Nan Yi started to tap the rhythm with his chopsticks and hummed: "The golden phoenix brings good news, the boss makes a fortune, I want to congratulate the beautiful boss on her successful business, I hope you can make hundreds of thousands more this year..."
Nan Yi stopped singing here, " I don't know how the dad behind me can sing anymore, we will go to the store outside and just sing to this point, then you go in and sell Spring Festival couplets, if you see good business, you can offer 10 yuan, if the business is average, 5 or 2 yuan will be fine, if you meet someone who wants to hit you, just run away."
"Uh-huh."
Nan Wuwei has inherited Nan Yi's shamelessness. If it were another child, he would feel ashamed even to buy some soy sauce on credit from a sales agency, let alone something that is similar to begging. But he is eager to try.
"Come, sing along with daddy, The Golden Phoenix Brings Good News..."
One teaches and the other learns. Nan Yi taught this song whose name he didn't know to Nan Wuwei. The tune of this song is simple and it sounds like the Fengyang Flower Drum. It is probably from the South, not the Suolaibao from the North.
After singing it twice, Nan Wuwei could sing it smoothly.
Nan Yi saw that it was almost ready, so he put the Spring Festival couplets into a backpack and carried it on his back. He took Nan Wuwei's hand and went out, drove out of Yuyuan Road, went around to Changde Road, headed straight into Jinling West Road, and then went left and right to enter Xikang Road.
Draw a circle with a radius of one kilometer with Fang Mansion. The shops within the circle are either very small or state-owned stores. These are not Nan Yi's target customers. What he is looking for is an individual store that is neither too big nor too small and makes a lot of money every year.
Small shop owners who make a penny from their work get up early and work late. It is very hard for them to make money and they cannot be generous at all. The probability of being able to sell at a high price in such a shop is very low, but the probability of being fired is quite high. State-owned stores, needless to say, all the cash flow is public funds, and you have to find a leader to buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets. Who would be willing to make that effort for just three or five yuan?
As soon as he got off the car, Nan Yi saw a shop without a sign, only a few red words "Video Game Room" written on the wall. This was not a legitimate shop, and the owner was probably not a legitimate person either. So he just passed by it and looked at the clothing store next door.
After a while, five or six people had walked in, and it looked like business was good.
"Son, come on."
"Um."
The father and son walked to the door of the clothing store in a heroic and confident manner, exchanged glances, and started clapping the clappers in their hands.
"The golden phoenix brings good news, and the boss makes a fortune. I want to congratulate the beautiful boss on his successful business. I hope you will make hundreds of thousands more this year..." After humming, Nan Yi hung a few pairs of Spring Festival couplets on Nan Wuwei's arm and gave him an encouraging look.
Nan Wuwei sniffed, stepped into the store, and walked straight towards the proprietress who was staring at the father and son.
"Beautiful boss lady, congratulations on your prosperity. The New Year is coming soon. Buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets to put on the door. Next year, good fortune will come. It only costs ten yuan, and you can make a million yuan every day next year."
"Little kid, you're quite good at talking. Let auntie pick one for you."
As she spoke, the proprietress picked up the Spring Festival couplets hanging in Nan Wuwei's hand.
Nan Yi, who was watching at the door, found that the price of ten yuan was too high. The smile on the proprietress's face seemed a little forced. If there weren't several customers in the store, she probably wouldn't be so easy to talk to.
After a while, Nan Wuwei came out of the store happily holding a big unity, "Dad, look, the business is open."
"It's too early for you to be happy. Our asking price is too high. The next highest bidder is five dollars."
"Why?"
"Didn't you notice that the boss lady's smile just now was a little forced?"
“No.”
"Let's go to the next store and pay attention to the boss's expression."
In order to maximize profits, Nan Yi became more cautious. Whenever he passed by a store, he would go back to see what was being sold, and then observe whether there were any customers. He would only attack a store that sold things with high profits and had customers.
They went into one store after another, with some successes and some failures. At noon, the father and son just had a simple meal and then continued to be busy with their business.
When passing by the door of a chess and card room, Nan Yi hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up. Although gamblers like to hear auspicious words and the success rate of selling to them is very high, there is also a certain probability that those who lost badly will vent their anger on Nan Wuwei. Nan Yi did not want his son to take such an unnecessary risk.
It was almost time for dinner in the afternoon when the father and son arrived at the door of a restaurant. The restaurant was neither big nor small, with about twenty tables and what seemed to be a few private rooms.
"Dad, let's go."
"Yes, come on."
The father and son walked to the entrance of the restaurant and were about to start fighting when a little fat man walked up to them, stared at Nan Wuwei for a few seconds, and then asked tentatively: "Na Mo Wen?"
Nan Wuwei smiled at the other party and said, "Yes, Xiaopang, why are you here?"
"That Mowen?"
Nan Yi clearly applies to a large area of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. Namo Wen is the transliteration of "Number one" in the Republic of China period, meaning the biggest one, and is often used to refer to the foreman in factories in the old society; in a narrow sense, Namo Wen means tadpole in Shanghai dialect.
But Nan Yi couldn't understand how his son got this nickname, nor did he know what it meant. He pondered it in his mind while watching his son continue to communicate with his classmates.
The fat boy pointed to the front door of the restaurant and said, "This is my restaurant."
"Oh." Nan Wuwei looked up and said to Nan Yi: "Xiaopang, this is my dad; Dad, this is my classmate Zhong Liwen."
"Hello, Mr. Zhong."
"Uncle Nan." Xiaopang called Nan Yi and continued to talk to Nan Wuwei, "Namo Wen, are you selling Spring Festival couplets?"
"Yes, if you want it, I'll sell it to you at a loss." Nan Wuwei said, rummaging around in his hands, flipping out a pair and saying, "This one, fried, stir-fried, fragrant for miles, sweet, sour, spicy, and delicious, very suitable for a restaurant."
Xiaopang looked at the Spring Festival couplets. Although he didn't quite understand what they meant, he still understood the meaning of "fried, stir-fried, pan-fried" and "sweet, sour and spicy".
"Namo Wen, this one is great, how much is it?"
"One dollar, I won't make any money from you, Xiaopang, do you want to ask your dad?"
"I have my own money." Xiao Pang took out two fifty-cent bills and handed them to Nan Wuwei, "Here you go."
Nan Wuwei took the money and thought for a moment, then ran to Nan Yi and whispered a few words, then ran to the car. After a while, he came back with a pair of Spring Festival couplets.
"Buy one get one free, Xiaopang. This one is perfect for putting on your doorstep."
Xiaopang mechanically took the Spring Festival couplets and asked cutely, "Namo Wen, is your father a driver?"
"No, it's my dad's own car. I won't tell you anymore. I still have to continue selling Spring Festival couplets. Fatty, bye."
Nan Wuwei walked back to Nan Yi, and the father and son continued to run to the next shop.
Xiaopang stood there for a while before walking into the restaurant. He found Mr. Zhong who was busy and took some credit for it. Then he talked about Nan Yi and his son selling Spring Festival couplets.
Mr. Zhong looked at the two couplets and thought that one dollar could not buy them. "Liwen, your classmate is more sensible than you. He knows to help dad sell couplets and gives you a discount instead of making money from you. He is a really sensible child. Bring him home to play next time and dad will make something delicious for him. It's not easy, really not easy."
"Dad, what's so difficult?"
"You are still young and don't understand. It is very hard to earn a penny by selling Spring Festival couplets on the street. Dad and mom went through so much hardship when they set up a stall on the street before they opened this store." Father Zhong said with a look of fondness for the past.
"Is that hard for Mo Wen?"
Xiaopang muttered to himself and fell into confusion.
The sale started at 10 a.m., and the father and son walked through five roads, six streets, and seven alleys, and did not finish work until 8 p.m. When they returned to the door of Fang Mansion, Nan Wuwei first looked inside, but did not see Fang Mengyin, so he walked into the living room and looked around again.
"Dad, Mom's not here."
"It should be in the bedroom. Let's check it out quickly."
"Oh." Nan Wuwei responded, picked up his bag and came to the coffee table. He poured the money in the bag onto the coffee table and began to count it. "5 yuan, 7 yuan, 17 yuan, 122, 217, 437..."
After counting the money, Nan Wuwei looked up and said to Nan Yi, "Dad, there are 562 yuan in total."
"The cost is 210 yuan, lunch is 5 yuan, and the labor cost of you and me is 40 yuan." Nan Yi said, glancing at the pile of money on the coffee table.
"Hey, the total profit is 307 yuan. Dad, how do we divide it?"
Nan Yi first counted out 235 yuan from the pile of money and put it in his pocket, then counted out 20 yuan and handed it to Nan Wuwei, "For the remaining 307 yuan, you have made a lot of contributions and efforts, so you should have taken 70%, but the idea of selling Spring Festival couplets was my father's, which offsets your 10% contribution. In the end, you can take 60%. How much do you think you should take?"
Nan Wuwei quickly calculated the result in his head, "184.2 yuan."
"Dad asked you for 80 cents, and you took 185 yuan."
"Thank you, Dad."
Nan Wuwei quickly divided the money and put his share in his pocket, then looked up at the stairs. When he didn't see the tigress, he patted his chest and slowed his breathing.
"Don't be afraid. I've already told your mother that she is not allowed to keep your money for you anymore. If she wants it from you again, tell Dad."
Nan Wuwei leaned close to Nan Yi's ear and said, "Dad, I'm still worried. Can you accompany me to the bank to open a passbook tomorrow?"
"Haha, okay, you can leave the passbook with your master, it's safer this way."
"Um."
"Okay, go back to your room, take a shower and go to bed."
…
As soon as the WTI and Brent futures markets opened on May 6, Nian Lufu used a leverage of 100 times to buy long in both the New York and London markets, and he also asked his people in the exchanges in the two cities to start "ultra-short chasing line trading."
Ultra-short chasing line trading is chasing candle line trading. Buy long on positive lines and short on negative lines. A transaction can be completed in as short as two or three minutes. Hundreds of transactions may be made in a trading day. There is no guarantee of profit every time. What matters is "speed" and "probability".
This mode of operation will have a professional name "high-frequency trading" in the future, and the practice implemented by PY Securities can be said to be "artificial high-frequency trading."
Since the mid-1980s, exchanges have been continuously promoting the electronic reform of trading systems. The proportion of traditional on-site shouting transactions has continued to decrease, and central order books and machine quotations have gradually begun to be applied to exchange platforms, which has provided room for high-frequency trading.
However, not everyone can do this model. Not only do you need to have a computer that is directly connected to the trading system at the exchange, but you also have to get a lower transaction fee. Otherwise, a single low-profit high-frequency transaction cannot be carried out at all, and all the money earned will be used to pay the transaction fee.
On the 6th, I bought long on both sides; on the 7th, I bought short on both sides; on the 8th, I bought short in London and long in New York.
As the capital grew larger day by day and high leverage was used, although the rise and fall became smaller day by day, the daily profit of Nian Lufu's team was still very considerable. Within two hours of the opening on the 9th, Nian Lufu had achieved his established profit target.
As soon as he achieved his goal, Nian Lufu called Nan Yi.
"Nansheng, mission accomplished."
"Close the position, no need to talk any more, just leave."
"clear."
After finishing the call, Nian Lufu returned to the trading room and gave the order to close the position while Huang Enmin was stunned.
After closing the position, Nian Lufu walked over to Huang Enmin and said calmly, "Mr. Huang, your company has made a profit of 2.6 million US dollars so far. My mission has been completed, and I should leave now. "
"Mr. Nian, today's market trend is very good, and you can continue to operate."
The blame has long been distanced, and the situation is now moving in a positive direction. Huang Enmin is thinking about the credit again. If he can earn more, it will provide a great help for his future promotion.
"Sorry, Mr. Huang, we are just here to help. Goodbye."
Huang Enmin's excessive demands made Nian Lufu very disgusted. He was not worried that he would work for nothing, as Nansheng would definitely give him corresponding compensation. However, for PY Securities, it was equivalent to taking over the pressure of Shengmin Petroleum and providing services for free, which was no different from being taken advantage of.
It's ok to be a sucker for a while, it's impossible to do it forever.
He was also under a lot of pressure this time. His trading method was too risky. He would never do so in PY. Fortunately, he completed the task smoothly.
In the elevator, Nian Lufu looked at his watch and said, "It's still early. I'll treat everyone to a happy hour, and then we'll go our separate ways and see if we can find a girl."
"Everyone, do you want to make a bet? One thousand dollars per person, and the first one to find the girl gets the prize." Lin Guoping said excitedly.
"No problem."
The other traders in the elevator agreed, saying that they had just completed a wave of high-intensity operations and they needed to relax.
On Nan Yi's side, the Spring Festival couplets were sold out in just three days. After that, his schedule revolved around the "Spring Festival". He had more time and made sufficient preparations for the New Year's Eve dinner. On New Year's Eve, Fang Mengyin and Nan Ruoyin also flew to Shanghai, and everyone celebrated a happy New Year together.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, at three o'clock in the morning, Nan Yi was woken up by the school beauty to answer a phone call, saying that it was an urgent call from Queen Mother Goya Rama Phubitpol.
"Pubipom, what's going on?"
"Sukinda is planning a military coup and the troops have been mobilized. What should we do?"
"Can the helicopter take off?"
"No, air traffic control, the helicopter may be shot down."
"etc."
Nan Yi put down the phone, walked downstairs to the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water. He washed his face in the sink and became a little more sober. He thought for a moment before picking up the phone.
"Don't worry about the fixed assets and land. Immediately organize the top leaders and their families to hide in Naypyidaw. The Sabadi Ka shemale team will follow the top leaders. The remaining teams will leave two teams to watch over the planting base.
Notify every middle-level and grassroots employee, ask local people in Bodhiya to go home for shelter, and ask people from other places to stay in hotels in Bodhiya, and ask them to stay at home as much as possible and wait for notification on the time to resume work.
In addition, two teams were transferred from Kanglong Island to Bodhiya, ready to support the team from headquarters at any time to rescue middle-level staff in danger. Grassroots employees should do their best to save as many people as possible.
You will go to Naypyidaw by yourself, and then fly to Xiangkeng immediately to report on your work."
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi sat in the dining room and pondered for a while, then returned to the bedroom to continue sleeping.
