The Golden Age of China Entertainment

If that's the case, if the money is not made, others will have to go in.

Defaulting on bank loans, who dares to try these days, Lao Lai has no room to survive in this era.

Fortunately, by God's blessing, Yi Qing didn't have to go to jail. After two days of brewing, the subscription certificate finally started to go crazy, and people gradually sold it on the market, but the quantity was very small, and it was precisely because of the small amount that the price was soaring all the way. It quickly exceeded 500 copies.

Yi Qing feels at ease now, but it's not time to sell it now, he still eats steamed buns, drills in alleys, tastes hairy crabs, and visits the Bund.

At this time, the Bund is not like it will be in the future. It can be crowded with people during non-holidays, and you can bump into three or four people every step of the way.

There are not many people, find a place with a good view, and sit for a long time, very comfortable.

After enduring it for a whole week, when Yi Qing came to the stock exchange again, there were more crazy people here, and the gate was crowded with people, asking everyone.

"Do you have a subscription certificate? I will pay a high price!"

"how much is it?"

When Yi Qing came a week ago, someone asked the same question, and he didn't even answer him at that time, but now it's finally time for him.

The man was taken aback for a moment, apparently not expecting Yi Qing to respond, and it took him a while to recover, and said excitedly, "500!"

What a mess!

This is the price of five days ago, and now I have the nerve to take it out, but Yi Qing ignored it and continued to walk in. Seeing this, the man quickly grabbed Yi Qing.

"Comrade, don't rush away! How much do you say?"

In Yi Qing's memory, the subscription certificate was sold at 7 or 8 copies, but that was obviously not the highest price.

"1000."

Hearing this, the man's face was troubled: "Comrade, you are too dark, someone sold it yesterday, and the highest price was only 700."

Yi Qing smiled, this person can't even kill the price, so I'm ashamed to pick a bargain from him: "It's 1000, I have as much as you want, and I won't transfer it if it's less."

You can't talk about selling. If you talk about selling, it's speculative, although Yi Qing's current behavior is also speculative, and this kind of thing can't be banned at all.

The man's eyes lit up immediately: "How many do you have?"

At this time, the simple Chinese people are gone, and the only thing left is greed. People are after profit, and no one should laugh at anyone about this.

If Yi Qing was really that noble, she wouldn't make a fortune by pointing at this.

"Don't care how much I have, just tell me how much you can buy!"

At this time, someone noticed this side and came over, and there were more and more people.

At the gate of the exchange, because of the issue of stocks and subscription certificates, the law and order has gradually become chaotic. The local area has sent many police officers to be on duty, and Yi Qing is not worried about accidents at all.

"It's the same with you, 1000 yuan a book, no counter-offering, whoever wants to bring the money tomorrow!"

After Yi Qing finished speaking, he left the crowd. There were a few who wanted to hold him, but he broke free with all his strength.

Seeing Yi Qing walking away, people stared at each other, intending to follow, but they were reluctant to leave. The good news that kept spreading from the exchange had nothing to do with them, but it was enjoyable to listen to.

But that's not all. After walking for a while, Yi Qing knew that there were people following him all the time. He was not surprised about this. As for worrying about being robbed, it depends on whether the person who planned to rob him is strong enough.

I went straight back to the guest house, only half an hour later I heard a knock on the door.

Yi Qing walked over with a mop pole in his hand. If he really wanted to, he would have to knock down a few of them today. As soon as the door opened, two people squeezed in. Their clothes didn't look like they were out of society.

Don’t think that in the early days of the reform and opening up, there were no mixed society. A large number of educated youths returned to the city. The state simply did not have the ability to resettle them all. They could only let them go to the society to make a living on their own, so classes appeared. Some people mixed well and later became a rich man. Some people did not mix well and got shot early.

Yi Qing didn't stop her, and let the two of them enter the room sideways. Looking at the two equally nervous people, she said with a smile, "It's not very polite for you two to barge in without even saying hello!"

One of them looked at another middle-aged man wearing glasses, and after a stalemate for a while, the middle-aged man said: "Little comrade, we are reckless, sorry."

The accent is not from the locals of Shanghai, but it has a southern flavor.

Yi Qing held the mop pole and didn't let go: "What can I do for you?"

The middle-aged man said: "Just now at the gate of the exchange, I heard that the little comrade said that he has a subscription certificate in his hand, and there are many rich ones. We want to buy some."

The sale is on!

Yi Qing let out the wind at the entrance of the exchange, saying that he had a large number of subscription certificates in his hand, just waiting for such people to take the bait, otherwise, would he really set up a booth at the entrance and sell them one by one? It is estimated that it will not take long before he will be suppressed by the violent state organs.

"That's right, I do have it, but the price is expensive, 1000 yuan a copy, how much do you want?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately looked happy, but it disappeared quickly: "Little comrade, open the skylight and speak frankly. 1000 yuan is too expensive. If we buy a lot, how much cheaper will it be? They are all businessmen. We're going to make some money, too."

"How much can you charge?"

Seeing that Yi Qing didn't say anything to death, the middle-aged man's tone was full of excitement: "We will charge as much as you want. To tell you the truth, comrades, we came to talk to you only when we saw business opportunities. You don't have to worry about money. , come here this time, I’m well prepared.”

Yi Qing thought about it in his heart, and it is not impossible to be cheaper. He is also eager to make a move now, and then he will go to the next game. After all, the stock market is the real quick money: "Do you have any money?"

There is no rabbit and no eagle.

The middle-aged man glanced at his companion, who nodded, walked around Yi Qing and went out the door.

The middle-aged man hurriedly explained: "Little comrade, don't worry, we are all serious businessmen, we only make clean money, we won't do things that shouldn't be done, my companion and I also live in this hotel, he I'm going to get the money, that subscription certificate, can you let me see it!"

You have done it, I am not afraid.

Yi Qing can fight, like this one who is as skinny as a chicken, he can fight twenty of them by himself.

Thinking about it, he took a suitcase from the cabinet, put it on the bed and opened it. There were 785 subscription certificates inside, and he had already thrown away the ones that didn't win.

The middle-aged man stared at Yi Qing, and couldn't help but compliment Yi Qing: "Little brother, you have such a good eye. You actually stocked up so much. This business is about to prosper."

"I have a total of 785 copies here, all of which are lottery-winning. You can check them in the newspaper. I will keep one copy and prepare to sell the rest. It depends on whether you can afford it. As for the price, 900 is the lowest price. , if you raise the price again, I won’t sell it! It depends on whether you have that much money.”

The middle-aged man wanted to lower the price again, but Yi Qing had already spoken to death, so he had no choice but to shut up, just staring at the subscription certificates, reluctant to move away.

"Don't worry about money, it's easy for us to make money."

Yi Qing knew from their accent that they were from the south, and probably lived along the coast. These days, some unclean transactions may have been popular there.

After a while, the young man who had just left came back, and there were several companions with him, carrying a travel bag in his hand, and put it on the ground.

I go!

It's not all money, is it?

It's not that Yi Qing has never seen money. Although he was only a cook in his previous life, he was the head chef of a five-star hotel after all, with an annual salary of over one million. But in this day and age, what is the concept of money for a travel bag.

Great China is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!