"I did not say that. It is my fault for recommending stocks to them. After all, I do not have professional qualifications." The SFC allows organizations to analyze and recommend stocks to the public, but they must have a license. That is a securities investment consulting license. This is the same in China and overseas.
Yang Huai does not have any of these. After all, he is an engineering student.
Later, when he took over the family business, he relied on his little sense of responsibility to learn about finance and securities. However, he was still limited to understanding and could not reach the level of recommending stocks.
Physics is a science, and securities, finance, and even management are just subjects. They are different from the precision and accuracy he pursues. There are too many uncertainties in the market, and what he is good at is useless in these fields.
There was another skill that had nothing to do with science or subjects, and that was playing mahjong. When he was very young, he, Li Pei, and the others sat on Li Zhaokun's lap and came into contact with this quintessential Chinese art. He pioneered the integration of operations research, logic, probability theory, combinatorial permutation, and so on into mahjong. He could be said to be a real mahjong expert.
"It is your fault." Wu Pojun rolled her eyes. "You should correct your mistakes."
"But I don't agree with you if you say that the stock market is a gamble." Yang Huai knows it is pointless to argue with this woman, but he still can't help but argue. "Based on your logic, life is a gamble. The winner will be successful in their career. The loser will be a loser. "
"Stop talking nonsense with me." Wu Pojun said seriously. "As long as someone has a gambler's mentality, it is gambling. You all don't know anything. Buying stocks is all about luck. If you win, everyone will be happy. If you lose, you will be bankrupt!
Do you know that my brother had put the chicken farm up for auction?! "
"What?" Yang Huai is speechless. "Really?"
Wu Poxiong must trust Dong Xuebing to put the chicken farm up for auction. Dong Xuebing does not know if he should laugh or feel touched.
"Of course it's true." Wu Pojun turned on the switch of the mixer, and with a rumbling sound, he turned around and left.
Yang Huai finally understood why Wu Pojun is angry. The chicken farm is the Wu family's livelihood. If they lose it in the stock market, the consequences will be disastrous!
He wanted to chase after her, but after some thought, he decided not to. He mixed the ingredients and fed her as usual.
In the evening, Wu Poxiong cooked a table full of dishes. It was hard to imagine that a fatty with an unshaven beard like him could cook so well.
The old lady of the Wu family was a vegetarian. Whenever she entered the kitchen, she would only cook vegetables. She would never touch meat or fish. The Wus were forced to learn how to cook. It wasn't until Wu Pojun resigned from the police force that they were freed from the slavery of the kitchen.
"Let's see if my skills have deteriorated." Wu Boxiong pulled Yang Huai to sit down and hurriedly opened a can of beer for him. "I'm happy today. Drink as much as you want."
"The hoof has entered my stomach. Take a bite." When Wu Xian learned that Yang Huai and his son had made a lot of money, he was very happy and put the biggest piece of pork trotter into Yang Huai's bowl.
"Dad, it's so big. Be careful not to choke him to death. If that happens, our family will have to bear the responsibility." Wu Pojun was hesitating whether he should tell her about the tragedy of his father's chicken farm being mortgaged. If he didn't say it, he couldn't bear to see her father laughing foolishly here. If he said it, he was afraid that her father's heart wouldn't be able to take it.
"Don't worry. I'll be happy even if I choke to death." Hearing that, Yang Huai became more energetic. He took a bite of the pork trotter and said, "Mmm, it's delicious."
"Eat more if you like it." The old lady of the Wu family cooked for herself every day. She ate by herself every day and had meals earlier than the rest of the family. Fortunately, the family had long been used to it, so it was not inconvenient. "Alcohol is bad for the body. Drink less."
"Sister Hua, you're the most amiable person I've ever met." Yang Huai sincerely respected her. She had her own beliefs, but she never interfered with others.
"Chanting is to restrict oneself, not others," Sister Hua said happily. "Just do what you do. Don't worry about an old woman like me."
"Sister Hua." After hearing that, Yang Huai's respect for her deepened. He raised his glass and said, "Let me toast you. If you don't drink, don't move."
A glass of beer slid into his stomach.
Sister Hua said with a smile, "Slow down. Slow down."
After that, she went into her bedroom under Wu Xian's gaze.
This was the strangest thing to Yang Huai. Although they were an old couple, they didn't have to sleep in separate rooms.
The most important thing was that he basically couldn't see the old couple communicating with each other!
He had never seen the old couple talk. The old man Wu spoke for a long time, but the old lady pretended not to hear him and did not respond at all.
He drank with Wu Poxiong until only the two of them were left in the dining room. Wu Pojun went to bed early as he had to deliver the goods the next morning. The old man Wu drank too much and went to bed by himself.
"Sister Hua and Brother Wu had an argument again?" He finally couldn't help but ask.
"You don't understand?" Wu Poxiong asked with a smile.
"This old couple is still angry?" Yang Huai couldn't understand this family from beginning to end.
"I'll tell you in secret. You can't tell anyone else." Wu Poxiong was drunk and his tongue was loose. "Raise your hand and swear!"
"I'm just curious." Of course, Yang Huai didn't dare to make a promise.
"Have you seen Jackie Chan's Plan A?" Wu Poxiong couldn't help but want to talk.
"Of course." Yang Huai nodded. He remembered the content of the film clearly. At the beginning of the last century, rampant Hong Kong pirates repeatedly hijacked merchant ships. In order to maintain its position as a trade center, the Hong Kong government reorganized the navy to fight against the pirates.
At that time, his blood was boiling with excitement.
"Do you remember Luo Sanpao?" Wu Poxiong continued to ask.
"Of course." Yang Huai continued to nod, even though he didn't understand what Wu Poxiong meant.
"Brother Huai, you're not an outsider. I'll tell you the truth. My old man was a pirate when he was young." Wu Poxiong looked around and said in a low voice, "Although Hong Kong wasn't as prosperous as it is now, there were hundreds of ships entering the port every day. They weren't as exaggerated as they were in the movies. They just stole containers!"
"Those big containers …" Yang Huai didn't believe him.
"The pirates focused on the smaller container ships that were anchored or moored. They would approach with a small boat, climb up, and pry open the containers. Hardware, general merchandise, daily necessities, anything that could be converted into cash was taken." Whether it was his gaze or his tone, Wu Poxiong had a trace of yearning, as if he was born at the wrong time. "Of course, things like heavy machinery should be thrown away."
"Most of the damaged ships were from the mainland." Yang Huai understood something.
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