Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 1 Wealth is Hidden in the Newspaper
Yellow and white ceilings, mottled lacquer railings, sweaty mattresses, outdated stickers, a simple and fresh world.

Fang Zhuo woke up with his eyes open, and took 5 minutes to confirm that he had returned to the youthful years of his junior year, and stood again in the time and space of September of the millennium with his weather-beaten memories.

Then, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he grabbed the newspaper and squatted by the door eagerly to read it.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and roommate Lin Cheng walked in with a thermos bottle. He leisurely made himself a cup of tea, and suddenly noticed the strange behavior of his good friend.

"Hey, hey, Lao Fang, what are you doing? Don't mess with me. I haven't even read the newspaper I bought."

"I'll buy you a few more copies in two days. I'll look it up first." Fang Zhuo, who was squatting, said without turning his head.

Lin Cheng was stunned: "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for money, looking for money, looking for money." Fang Zhuo said important things three times, and then said with some melancholy, "My cousin will be hospitalized in two days and needs money."

Cousin is hospitalized?In two days?Is it a transfer?
After thinking for two seconds, Lin Cheng automatically straightened out the logic of time, and wondered: "What's the disease? You don't need to pay for money when you are sick. Besides, what are you doing in the newspaper without money???"

Fang Zhuo shook his head: "Seriously ill, her family, my family... don't have enough money, so I can't just watch the tragedy happen again... in front of my eyes."

He stood up, moved his numb legs, and said with emotion, "We need money now, we need wealth. In this era, wealth is hidden in newspapers."

"Wealth is hidden in the newspapers?" Lin Cheng laughed. "I buy the newspapers in the dormitory every day. I don't see you reading it. What wealth? Why didn't I see it?"

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, grabbed the newspaper and took two steps, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight of the millennium shine into the dormitory of Luzhou Printing Technology School.

He has a very clear understanding that most of the things in this world can be solved with money. Now that the information age has not yet arrived, the details of the wealth nurtured by those development waves are waiting for interested people to dig in the newspapers and periodicals.

Fang Zhuo spread the newspaper on Lin Cheng's desk, pointed to a piece of news on a piece of tofu, and said, "This is a piece of news from "Reference News" reprinted by "Xin'an Evening News". Monopoly, split and reorganize."

Lin Cheng said blankly, "Then what happened?"

Fang Zhuo opened another newspaper: "In November last year, we reached an agreement with Laos and the United States, and we will join the WTO almost next year. You see, it is written here that according to the rules of the WTO, once we join, the refined oil products within one or two years. Import tariffs will be reduced to 11%, retail will be liberalized within three years, and wholesale within five years.”

Lin Cheng was stunned.

"The year before last, the Ministry of Petroleum was reorganized and three companies were divided, Petroleum, Petrochemical, and CNOOC. They all have to deal with the competition after joining the WTO, as well as the competition between each other." Fang Zhuo said eloquently, "This kind of competition is implemented in the What is the terminal? It's the competition of gas stations."

"There are many private gas stations in China, and they will be the target of all-out competition for oil and petrochemicals."

Fang Zhuo flipped through a copy of the Economic Daily, found two pages, and pointed to a line of small print: "Look, here it says that there are tens of thousands of private gas stations across the country. In the next few years, their prices will go up. If we have a gas station in our hands and sell it backhand, at least double the profit, 80 can be sold for 160 million, 200 million can be sold for 400 million, and the same profit as picking up money!"

Lin Cheng was full of admiration at this time.

He asked, "Then do you have one?"

Fang Zhuo put away the newspaper silently: "No."

Lin Cheng: "..."

The two pondered the bleak reality together.

Lin Cheng reluctantly digested the connection between several pieces of news, and sighed sincerely: "Old Fang, I didn't see it, you have sharp dog eyes. However, it seems that you can't make money without capital."

"Yeah." Fang Zhuo couldn't help sighing, this is indeed a problem.

In the past, he was barely included in the system. At that time, he was a contract worker. Later, he resigned to start a business and started a foreign trade. When he finally became prosperous, he ran into the special chief on stage to engage in a trade war...

Then, back to the third year.

As soon as I came back, I had to face a major event that would make the whole family feel bleak for the next few years. But, the time was very short, otherwise, if I went to the capital to buy a toilet, I could wait for the appreciation to be realized.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Cheng went to grab two lunches, while Fang Zhuo read the newspaper and chatted while eating.

Just when he was about to turn the last page of the last newspaper, a somewhat familiar name suddenly appeared in the news of the tofu block in his sight.

——The shareholding reform for non-performing assets in our city is a positive discussion on industrial upgrading, which requires not only the correct leadership direction of the competent authorities, but also the active use of capital market functions.

——Chen Shuhu, general manager of Anhui Trust and Investment Company, said that he is confident to complete the asset replacement of Red Star rice paper within this year, which will have positive reference significance for the development of related industries.

Fang Zhuo put down his chopsticks and stared at the name "Chen Shuhu" closely. This person is not simple, and he will be a big man with good development in the future.

Moreover, I once learned about him in detail out of interest. He was born in the countryside, has roots in finance, and has a conceited personality, um, conceited...

"What's wrong?" Lin Cheng noticed that his friend had stopped and had a serious expression.

Fang Zhuo muttered to himself: "It's okay, it's okay, it seems that I have found a wealth code, just wondering what the way to enter it should be."

"What is this? What does he do?" Lin Cheng glanced at the newspaper in confusion.

"The leader of the state-owned enterprise unit, um, the number one." Fang Zhuo tried to recall the relevant events he had seen and checked. He didn't remember any asset replacement work, but he still knew some typical deeds before and after.

Moreover, some public information can be checked again now, and Chen's high-ranking fortune is still quite famous in the industry.

"Lin Cheng, I may be a little busy these days. You can take care of me when I have something to do at school." Fang Zhuo shook the newspaper in his hand and had an idea in his heart.

Lin Cheng nodded. He stretched out his hand and took the newspaper. He looked left and right, up and down, and he didn't see the words "wealth code" in the tofu.

However, when Lao Fang spoke with certainty, and what gas station was used as an example, it can be said that he has an extraordinary bearing, a demeanor, a personable demeanor, and a foresight.

"Old Fang, I'll give you the password back. If you make money in the future, don't forget me. Anyway, I'll just drink the soup when you eat the mutton." Lin Cheng handed the newspaper back and smiled, "Don't forget the wealth and honor of the dog. "

"Well, if I am rich, I will let you enjoy the blessings."

Lin Cheng nodded happily: "Thank you, brother."

Fang Zhuo's thoughts were surging, and his not-so-right idea gradually took shape.

Well, how daring a person is, how prolific they are.

(End of this chapter)