Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting was really sleepy.

She had trouble sleeping in her new bed last night and tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep.

Ok……

Even if Lin Ting doesn't have trouble sleeping in a particular bed, getting up at six in the morning is still beyond her capabilities.

Lin Ting turned to the side, pretending to whisper to Jiang Zong, and yawned.

Jiang Zong noticed her misty eyes and ordered her a coffee.

"Thank you."

Lin Ting took the coffee and sipped it slowly.

After drinking half a cup of coffee, she finally sobered up a bit and was able to take a good look at the people in front of her.

The people in the salon were all big players, holding complete sets of subscription certificates. However, 90% of them had never studied stocks before, and half of them had once thought that stocks were a scam.

This is also the profile of today's stock market investors—just a few months ago, they thought stocks were a scam, but seeing their illiterate neighbor suddenly become a millionaire, they started thinking about getting involved themselves.

They buy stocks entirely through insider information, and often lose money before even entering the stock exchange.

Some people are not interested in their jobs, some quit their jobs to speculate in stocks, and many of these big bosses have abandoned their businesses and moved to Shanghai.

It seems that everyone implicitly agrees that the stock market is the best way to get rich.

Looking at their rosy faces, Lin Ting felt like she was going crazy.

This is too enthusiastic; problems are bound to arise.

"Nannan," Mr. Jiang said, wanting to flatter Lin Ting, and asked her in front of everyone, "What do you think?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

What does she think?

What do you think?

What's the question?

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she couldn't very well say that she had just woken up and hadn't had time to analyze what they were saying.

That's incredibly ungrateful.

She's even less likely to say, "Don't get too cocky, I think the stock market is going to crash."

Wouldn't those bosses chase you down and hack you for three blocks?

Lin Ting pondered for three seconds, then turned to look at Jiang Zong and tentatively asked, "How about... you think about it first?"

Lin Ting's meaning was clear: You are the young master of the Jiang family, and they will all praise you for your quick wit when you recite the names of dishes here.

Jiang Zong received her distress signal, his eyes filled with the pain of being forced to work, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly, "In 1987, the US stock market crashed."

The lively salon fell silent instantly.

The so-called US stock market crash refers to the collapse that occurred in 1987.

That year, daily trading volume on the US stock market reached tens of thousands of shares. The stock market was exceptionally prosperous, with a large influx of international speculative capital and private funds rushing in to make a fortune.

Starting in August, the 50-year bull market in US stocks began to fluctuate. At that time, most people thought this was normal volatility and a good time to buy the dip.

On October 19, in just one day, the Dow Jones Industrial Average fell 508.32 points, a drop of 22.6%, setting a new record for the largest single-day decline.

This was the largest stock market crash in history, hence it is known as the stock market crash.

Just when everyone had high hopes for the stock market, Jiang Zong suddenly brought up this matter.

More than half of the bosses had no idea which period of history this was. They asked the people around them in confusion, but those who knew and those who didn't all shook their heads, and no one explained.

Lin Ting was also shocked.

She looked at Jiang Zong and suddenly realized that she had really underestimated him.

She felt the current stock market boom was unusual because she vaguely remembered that this year was a major bear market, but she wasn't sure exactly when it started.

But Jiang Zong...

That's right, he's just socially awkward, not stupid.

"It's just kids talking nonsense, please don't mind them."

Mr. Jiang chuckled and spoke, breaking the dead silence in the salon.

He glanced at Jiang Zong without making a sound, indicating that he could really shut up now.

Stop talking.

If this statement causes panic, the stock price might drop tomorrow.

Jiang's father glanced at Lin Ting again.

Lin Ting smiled and replied, "Shanghai stocks and US stocks are indeed different."

Their back-and-forth banter finally put the bosses at ease.

Scared to death!

Some clever people started bringing up new topics, not talking about the secondary market, but only about the original shares.

Mr. Chiang did not ask Lin Ting or Chiang Tsung for their opinions again. He chatted with everyone as usual, as if what Chiang Tsung had just said was really just a child's joke.

……

Chen Jun went to the stock exchange early this morning. He didn't buy stocks immediately, but stood in an inconspicuous corner, staring at the stock price board and observing the people coming and going.

He didn't have much money on him; in just over a month, his salary plus tips amounted to a little over a thousand yuan.

He only has one chance, and he absolutely cannot lose.

……

That evening, when Jiang's father returned home, he knocked directly on Jiang Zong's door.

"..."

No one answered from inside the door.

Mr. Jiang knocked twice more, but still received no reply or received a knock. He then said, "Xiao Zong, I'm coming in."

After speaking, Jiang's father waited ten seconds before pushing open the door.

Then he realized he was wasting his time; Jiang Zong wasn't in the room at all.

Mr. Jiang was puzzled.

Where else could this kid have gone if he wasn't in his room?

He searched everywhere but couldn't find his son anywhere.

He called Ah Jin over and asked, "Where's Xiao Zong?"

Ah Jin said, "Young Master and Miss Lin went to dinner and haven't returned yet."

Mr. Jiang clicked his tongue and gestured for Ah to go in and rest, then sat down at Jiang Zong's desk.

He drank a lot of alcohol tonight and is feeling a little dizzy.

Looking at the photos on his desk, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

“Ah Yuan…”

“Ah Yuan…”

"Your son has made a good friend, have you seen that?"

When Jiang Zong returned to his room, he saw his father, who was quite a big boy, curled up in front of his desk, sleeping soundly with his head on his arm.

Jiang Zong: "..."

Jiang Zong stood at the door for a while, then took a blanket from the bed and wrapped his father up tightly, before closing the window next to the table.

"Ok?"

Mr. Jiang felt someone touch him, and when he opened his eyes, it was still pitch black.

He struggled to pull the blanket off his head, took a couple of breaths, and looked at his dutiful eldest son: "You're back?"

Jiang Zong: "..."

That's what I said.

Wasn't his return obvious enough?

Mr. Jiang had slept for more than an hour and was now three-tenths sober.

He rubbed his sore neck, turned to him and asked, "Xiao Zong, could you elaborate on your thoughts about what you said at the salon today?"

Jiang Zong pondered for a moment and replied, "I can, but I don't want to."

Jiang's father: "..."

"You... never mind, go to sleep."

Mr. Jiang stood up, rubbed his neck, and took a few steps outside. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned back to Jiang Zong's side.

He patted his son on the shoulder: "You spoke very well at the salon, I believe you."

He came to his son's room after finishing his social engagements, just to say this.

but……

His son's eyes didn't seem to care much whether he believed him or not.

The elderly father, feeling helpless, withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

Once outside, he didn't stop walking; he turned around and went up to the third floor.

The bedroom on the third floor was a forbidden zone for some, but for Chiang's father, it was a place where memories resided.