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

Lin Ting had to admit that her suggestion to Jiang's father to sell the stocks yesterday was simply because she felt uneasy about the current situation.

She never expected the crash to come so quickly.

It was just a coincidence, nothing more.

News of Mr. Jiang's stock sale yesterday had already spread, since his managers were the ones handling the transactions, and people who frequented the stock exchange knew their faces well.

Yesterday, they were secretly laughing at President Jiang for being so foolish.

He didn't just give up a hundred or two hundred dollars, but a million or two hundred thousand! At current wage levels, an ordinary worker would have to work for four or five hundred years to earn that much.

This is no way to spoil your son!

Incidentally, they also made fun of the Jiang family for having no successor, saying that this dull-witted young master even turned down money offered to him, showing no vision and being utterly useless.

Until today's market opening...

Throughout the entire stock exchange, only Mr. Jiang was strolling back and forth with a smile.

He seemed to want to stop smiling and not rub salt into everyone's wounds.

But the corners of his mouth are harder to suppress than the stock price a few days ago.

He could only have people buy a lot of handkerchiefs to distribute to the people who mocked his son yesterday, so they could wipe their sweat or tears as they pleased.

……

Today's stock exchange is a stage for all sorts of human emotions.

The simply dressed old woman tugged at the sleeve of the red vest, begging him to help her think of a solution. She had invested most of her savings in stocks; it was her retirement money.

A beautiful woman in a smart women's suit sat blankly in the doorway, her eyes vacant and silent. Just yesterday, she was saying she would earn enough money to last a lifetime and settle her whole family abroad.

A middle-aged man who had just learned to smoke a cigar knelt on the ground, begging the loan shark not to liquidate his loan... He said he still had a chance...

Those who were all smiles and gesturing yesterday have fallen to rock bottom overnight.

……

Among these people, Lin Ting also spotted an acquaintance.

It was Li Xi, who worked at the bank when she bought the subscription certificate.

She seemed to have just heard the news and had taken leave to come; she was still wearing her bank uniform.

She was like a thin leaf, squeezed and swaying, and somehow ended up being squeezed out of the stock exchange.

Standing by the roadside, her expression was somewhat bewildered, yet also somewhat relieved.

Lin Ting met her at this moment.

"Hmm, Miss Lin." Li Xi blinked and even smiled. "How are your stocks?"

Lin Ting admired her mindset and replied truthfully, "I didn't buy any stocks."

She was envious of the craziness of the past few days.

But she forced herself not to buy any stocks.

Realizing there was a problem but still clinging to wishful thinking and forcing things forward—this speculative mentality is not suitable for someone like her who wants to run a real business.

The temptation of getting rich overnight was too great; she didn't think she, an ordinary person, could resist it.

So, it's best to avoid it altogether.

“That’s true, you have so much…” Li Xi said, but before she could finish, “you’re still making a profit.”

Seeing her conflicted expression, Lin Ting asked curiously, "How much did you buy?"

Li Xi sniffed, probably really wanting to confide in someone, and said, "I bought two sets of subscription certificates, sold one set to buy pre-IPO shares, and then... I invested all the remaining money in the secondary market..."

Lin Ting couldn't help but feel regretful.

There's probably a lot of money left, so...

Holding the beeping pager, Li Xi added, "Luckily, I only put in a thousand yuan; I can just leave it there."

Lin Ting: "..."

No wonder she felt both heartache and indifference.

So it turns out they didn't lose too much.

Come to think of it, Li Xi works at a bank, so even if she just follows the trend, she can still make a profit.

Lin Ting suppressed his regret and said, "If you don't need the money urgently, you shouldn't sell it. Maybe the price will go back up in a few months."

There will be another mini bull market at the end of this year. If you hold on until then and then make your move, you can recoup some of your losses.

The hardest hit now are those who use leverage and take out high-interest loans. While others can choose to hold on and gamble on the future, they will be forced to liquidate their positions—brokerage firms won't wait a year or two for you; they want you to cut your losses in time.

Lin Ting had already seen a dozen or so people being dragged by the neck to the trading platform by a burly-looking man.

There is only more that she cannot see.

"No! Believe me, it will rise again, it definitely will!"

The heart-wrenching scream sounded somewhat familiar, and Lin Ting's eyes lit up as he abruptly turned his head to look.

Yesterday, Chen Jun was arrogantly blowing smoke at himself. Now, he was being dragged by two burly men. His newly bought suit had been reduced to tattered clothes from the pulling and tugging, and his face had turned bluish-purple.

At this moment, Chen Jun resembled a gambler, his eyes bloodshot, stubbornly repeating those meaningless words.

He's feeling very anxious right now.

Although he was reborn, in his previous life in 92 he was just a college student whose mind was filled with romance. He only learned about subscription certificates later from others.

He didn't know if the stock price would recover, but he knew very well that if they forced him to liquidate his shares today, he would never be able to recover.

No, not only is there no hope for him to turn his life around, he will also be left with tens of thousands of yuan in debt.

This wasn't a loan from relatives or a bank loan; his debts had no end.

They were pulling and tugging at each other nearby, and Lin Ting, who was not far away, was dumbfounded.

Lin Ting thought Chen Jun had always been rather stupid, but not obviously so. Now... he's become so stupid that everyone knows it.

Her comment yesterday, "It's not as much as the money Uncle Jiang casually lent me," was indeed said intentionally. But at the time, she thought that Chen Jun would probably borrow money from family or friends after being provoked.

She never imagined he would borrow money at exorbitant interest rates to buy stocks!

can only say……

Give him a chance, and he'll make himself look stupid and entertain everyone.

Lin Ting briefly imagined Chen Jun's future, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a wild smile.

"Ms. Lin, I have to go back to the office now," Li Xi suddenly said, shaking the pager in her hand apologetically. "My boss wants to see me."

"Okay, you're busy. Let's have dinner together sometime."

"it is good."

Li Xi hurriedly hailed a taxi and left.

Lin Ting was about to go to her best friend to share her joy when Chen Jun suddenly found her in the vast sea of ​​people.

"Lin Ting!"

His eyes gleamed, and he pointed at Lin Tingchao and the others, saying, "She's rich! She's my sister, she can help me pay it off!"

Lin Ting: "...?"

The group looked at Lin Ting, but didn't come over; they just watched her from a distance.

Lin Ting sized up the group of people, frowning slightly: "Have you thought this through? Do you really want to come after me for what I owe you?"

If they come looking for her to collect the debt... then she'll have to call the police!

Her words sent a chill down the spines of the debt collectors, and the next second, their faces broke into friendly smiles they never showed in public.

"Miss Lin, what are you saying? How could we dare to ask you for money? Debts must be repaid, of course, whoever owes the debt should pay it back."

"Yes, yes, Miss Lin, please don't misunderstand. How could you possibly have a relationship with him?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

Is this... civilized debt collection?

They're quite well-mannered.