Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1170 Successor
"Miss Nan, buying steak?"
In front of the freezer of the 365 Supermarket, TVB's field reporter put the microphone under Nan Ruoqiong's mouth.
Nan Ruoqiong smiled back, "Yes."
Field reporter: "Miss Nan, the price of vegetables in the market has increased recently. Does it affect you?"
"Yes, I like to eat bean sprouts and Chinese cabbage. Now the price of each item has increased by two or three dollars. I can only buy less and buy more steak. Western food does not need too many side dishes." Nan Ruoqiong pointed to her watch, "There are five minutes left. The supermarket staff will come to put up the discount tags. It's a good deal."
The reporter on location sighed: "Miss Nan , you are so thrifty."
"You should be careful with your money when spending it." Nan Ruoqiong still responded with a smile.
The two exchanged a few more words, and the location reporter then left to interview other customers in the supermarket.
This was the scene that happened the day before. Nan Yi saw it on TV news after returning to Hong Kong from Macau.
"Will Ruoqiong's performance be too exaggerated? Everyone in Hong Kong knows that she is a rich person."
"There is no conflict between being rich and being frugal. Ruoqiong is not acting. She is a person who knows how to spend money carefully." Nan Yi pointed at the TV screen. "The hair band on her head is a bit deliberate. It's sold for 5 cents each in Women's Street, right?"
"Did you do it on purpose?" Zhao Shixian asked suspiciously, "I also bought my hair band at a stall. It was very cheap."
"You only wear it at home, not outside."
“I don’t tie my hair when I go out.”
"Oh, why doesn't Ruoqi come to watch TV?"
"Today's London Gold Market will have a market, and she is doing data analysis in the study."
Nan Yi frowned slightly, "Do you still want her to take over your job?"
"Is it bad?"
"The Nan family is in need of an artist."
"The Zhao family needs financial talents." Zhao Shixian said unyieldingly.
"Does Ruoqi like it?"
"Jiatong likes it very much."
"So aggressive, you want to fight?"
"Come on, I'm the handsome Nan, the leader of Deep Water Bay." Zhao Shixian said provocatively.
"Tsk, I'm the Smiling Tiger of the New Territories."
The two of them had a verbal battle for a while, and Nan Yi asked the servant to warm up a cup of milk, and he personally brought it to Nan Ruoqi's study.
After knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, Nan Yi placed the milk on the desk and stood beside the chair to take a look at the multi-screen operating platform. "Did you get anything?"
Nan Ruoqi picked up the milk and took a sip, "Dad, the United States has increased its troops in Iraq."
Nan Yi smiled faintly and said, "You were offline for the past two months. What you said is not news, but history."
Nan Ruoqi told another old story without making any comment: "The King of Jordan warned that the Middle East would face three civil wars in 2007."
"Haha, shouldn't you say that Russia and Belarus have reached an agreement on crude oil imports and exports? Your mom said you were analyzing gold data, so why are you talking about oil?"
Nan Ruoqi turned around and widened her eyes, "Dad, don't you know that the oil and gold markets are linked?"
"Although your father is not good at finance, he still knows the basics. Has your mother shown you her operation records in 1987, 1997 and 1998?"
"I've seen it, there's nothing magical about it. If you buy gold before the economic crisis breaks out, when the economic crisis breaks out, funds invested in other financial fields will flood into the gold market, and central banks of various countries will increase their reserves, so the price of gold will naturally rise."
Nan Yi touched Nan Ruoqi's head and said, "Finance is so simple. The difficulty lies in how to get the correct information faster than others. Our family has placed people in all major oil-producing countries to collect information. The intelligence work is so detailed that we know clearly that a worker at a certain oil well did not go to work on a certain day.
So, although my father doesn’t know much about finance, he can predict the future rise and fall of oil prices, but he can’t analyze the real-time trend of oil prices.”
"Dad, do you think crude oil prices will skyrocket this year?"
"Yes." Nan Yi said firmly: "The world is not peaceful. Iran and North Korea both have nuclear crises, and Iraq and Afghanistan are not peaceful either. The deteriorating domestic security situation in the two countries has always been a concern of the international community, and the criticism of the United States has never stopped. This situation will continue for a long time before the ruling governments of the two countries can completely and effectively control the domestic security situation.
There are also Kurdistan Workers' Party armed forces in northern Iraq. Turkey regards them as terrorists. According to Turkey's usual tough attitude, it is likely to send troops across the border to attack.
What I said are all good news for crude oil and gold. At the slightest disturbance, their prices will rise rapidly. Once added together, the prices will rise even more.
This is the international situation. In addition, there is the supply and demand relationship. You can check the data yourself, mainly in North America and Asia. More directly, it is the demand growth in our country. You can check the demand for crude oil and gold. "
Nan Ruoqi asked thoughtfully: "Has India's gold demand increased this year?"
Nan Yi took a pen from the pen holder on the table, took a sticky note, and wrote a phone number on it. "This is your brother Yuandan's number. You can call him. Your other brother is engaged in the gold trade. It is easy to cause misunderstandings with New Delhi, so it is not suitable to contact him directly."
Nan Ruoqi chuckled, "Smuggling trade?"
"No, it's just a way of trading that can't be exposed to the sun." Nan Yi didn't want to continue the topic, so he took out his phone and logged into the online banking to operate a few times. "I transferred 100 million Hong Kong dollars to you, and we split the profit in half."
"What if I lose money?"
"Spanking."
Nan Ruoqi stuck out her tongue and said, "The fund management fee is 15%. We collect the management fee first and then share the profits."
"Who gave you the courage to charge such a high rate?" Nan Yi pretended to be angry, "5%. If you don't want me to cancel the transfer immediately."
"Deal, give me five." Nan Ruoqi raised her hand with a foxy smile.
Nan Yi stretched out his hand and slapped him, "Do you know Kazakh sheep?"
Nan Ruoqi shrank back and looked at Nan Yi with fear on her face, "Dad, you're not going to beat my little butt into a big tail like a Kazakh sheep if I lose, are you?"
Nan Yi chuckled, "How clever! Su Shi's son's son's daughter has a son named Yelu Zhu. He wrote an ode to the big-tailed sheep. Memorize it in advance. When you lose money, your dad will beat you while you recite the ode."
"Daddy, I am your biological daughter." The little girl's eyes became watery.
"Go on, go on..." Nan Yi shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you continue your analysis, Dad is going back."
"Yeah, see you next week, Dad."
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Nan Yi flew back to Beijing that night and attended a real estate seminar the next day.
Neither the meeting process nor the content of the discussion is important. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a meeting where everyone gets together to talk nonsense. It cannot influence national decision-making in a timely manner, nor can it provide correct guidance to real estate developers. The meeting lasted half a day, and the only thing it did was for everyone to express their opinions and have a not-so-intense debate.
However, at the dinner after the meeting, Li Yizheng introduced Nan Yi to other people, making him familiar to others and pushing him into the economic circle, telling people in the circle that there are more people like him.
This may be the biggest gain for him from attending this conference.
After the meeting, Nan Yi read the reply from the ghost company that had been lying in his mailbox for a long time. According to the email, the company was currently preparing to promote a variety show script called "Got Talent", which was combined and streamlined from a bunch of scripts.
"Got talent, have talent, have ability, the British version is 'ɡot talent', the American version is 'ɡɑt tlnt', read together is 'Gattaran', read separately is 'Gat-Tarant, Tarant..." Nan Yi looked at the script instructions and chewed in his mouth. After a while, the pronunciation in his mouth changed, "Tarant, talent? Talent show? This name sounds familiar, could it be that this program was imported in the previous life?"
Nan Yi lived for a thousand years in his previous life and hardly watched variety shows, and even seldom watched TV. His knowledge of variety shows mostly came from a glimpse he got on certain occasions, or from accidentally seeing them online or hearing them mentioned by his female companions. He had heard most of the names and had a general idea of what type of show they were, but if you asked him to name a few, sorry, he really couldn't.
Take the "Got Talent" show for example. He had actually heard of it and watched it for about ten minutes in bits and pieces. It seemed like a talent show, but he didn't know the specific rules and didn't see the evaluation session at all.
Because he knew nothing about variety shows, Nan Yi read the script over and over again, but still couldn't figure out whether the script was good or bad, or whether it would suit the appetite of domestic audiences.
Since he didn't understand something related to money, Nan Yi didn't intend to pretend to understand. He asked Yizi to translate the email into Chinese, and he would polish it before sending it to Gong Xue, asking her to make an evaluation and preferably show it to the familiar TV station leader.
Gong Xue acted quickly and replied in less than half an hour. She personally thought there was a way forward and would let the company's senior management review it and hear everyone's opinions before deciding whether to contact the TV station.
Nan Yihui just did that and took Zhang Yuquan with him, and that was enough to apologize.
In fact, if he put himself in the other's shoes, Nan Yi felt that he was still in the wrong. If he really wanted to be sincere, he should at least whip the other party to apologize, and it would be best if he could rinse the whip and drink together.
His current behavior is somewhat like a case of bullying customers due to his size.
There is no way, the turtle is not himself, and it is not worth it to ask him to think in another's shoes, but not to act in another's shoes. Even if it will cause the coal boss's line to collapse, the feathers cannot be covered in dust.
That’s all about the variety show. Nan Yi is free again. He plays games and goes fishing. Carrying equipment worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, he blends into the ranks of retired old men in the park. He points his camera at a pair of birds on the branches and takes a lot of photos, using up more than a dozen rolls of film.
In the 1980s and 1990s, digital cameras were still the top new gadgets, and Nan Yi loved to tinker with them. Now that the technology has matured and one can buy one for a little money, he no longer likes them. He has picked out the mechanical SLR camera he bought before, probably because it makes him look more individual.
In fact, it was useless. He had never studied photography technology. In his hands, point-and-shoot cameras and Polaroid cameras were overkill. He only used them to show off. Every time he opened his camera bag and revealed various brands of film, he would be greeted with envious and jealous eyes. The items he bought from the supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores have now become antiques with collection value.
This statement can only be classified as self-mockery. In the past, a roll of film cost half a month's salary, but now the price is only half a day's salary. In fact, it has depreciated greatly, so there is no talk of appreciation.
It’s true, Nan Yi is not good at taking pictures of birds, but he is quite good at taking pictures of girls. When I got home and developed the photos, all the birds were blind, but the girls he took pictures of on the road had their charm captured.
Well, he's a pervert at heart, and some of his skills are innate.
