Archived Financial Talent

Chapter 252 Is the Housing Price Rising or Falling?
Kyoto Hotel, with a century-old history, is only one kilometer away from the Forbidden City. It used to be a place responsible for entertaining guests from all over the world.

On the third floor of the hotel, the banquet hall, a hall of more than 2000 square meters, only sat more than 100 people, which seemed extremely empty.

Lin Feng, who was sitting in the second row, turned his head and said to Zhao Ningsheng next to him in a low voice, "Principal, all the people sitting here today are well-known economic experts in China. Aren't you putting me on the fire?"

Zhao Ningsheng smiled and looked at Lin Feng: "Don't be modest, the paper you wrote about the housing market collapse in country M caused a huge sensation in China."

"The leaders above have also noticed your article, so they hope you can talk about your paper in detail."

Hearing Zhao Ningsheng's words, Lin Feng felt even more guilty. The content of the paper he wrote at the beginning can be written by anyone who can access the Internet in the future. The crash process can be found clearly on the Internet.

But this paper is different now, especially Lin Feng’s paper was published before the housing market collapsed, and now Lin Feng has suddenly become an economic scientist.

While Lin Feng was still thinking wildly, the forum had already started. First, the host gave a speech, and then an old man with gray hair came to speak. Lin Feng didn't know this person, but it didn't prevent him from introducing the old man through the host. It is known from the title that this old man should be the top economist in the country.

The old man was talking about the development of the country's housing market. After listening to a few words, Lin Feng felt a little sleepy.

It's not that Lin Feng doesn't respect this senior, but he said that the domestic housing market is developing well. After a few years of rapid rise in housing prices, it has now stabilized and there will be no further surge in housing prices in the future. When the policy of allocating houses was correct, Lin Feng wanted to spit out a mouthful of salt soda.

At first glance, the old man is a conservative. He would never have imagined that although the housing prices in Kyoto and Binhai are already very high, compared with the housing prices in more than ten years, the current housing prices are simply happy. no.

Just as Lin Feng was drowsily listening to the old man's long speech, he didn't notice that the people in the middle of the first row turned their heads and noticed him.

"Lin Feng, don't sleep, Mr. Tan is looking at you."

Just when Lin Feng thought that he would see "Grandpa Zhou" soon, a familiar voice came from his ear, and Lin Feng, who slowly returned to reality, opened his hazy eyes, only to realize that it was Zhao Ningsheng who was sitting beside him whispering in his ear call.

Hearing Zhao Ningsheng's words, Lin Feng looked towards the middle of the front row, only to find that Mr. Tan sitting in the middle was looking at him. Lin Feng immediately showed a shy smile on his face, and then pretended to be a good baby and looked at him. The "Balabala" on the stage talked about the bright future of the real estate market.

With this little episode, Lin Feng didn't dare to take a nap anymore. Isn't it just a matter of a few hours, I can bear it for a while.

Soon it was the turn of the second person to come on stage. After listening to the host's introduction, this person is a professor of economics at Kyoto University. This time, Lin Feng did not take a nap. After all, what the professor said about the development trend of the country in the next ten years is basically nothing. question.

Soon it was time for Lin Feng to take the stage, he stood up and buttoned up his suit jacket, then Lin Feng picked up the draft and strode towards the rostrum.

Originally, Lin Feng didn't want to write a manuscript, but thinking of such an important meeting, every expert brought a manuscript. If he was the only one who didn't bring a manuscript, it would be a bit prominent.

Lin Feng's style of doing things is low-key. After all, the limelight is not good for Lin Feng, and it may cause trouble.

Ten minutes later, Lin Feng had already finished his preparations. Just as Lin Feng was about to go down, Mr. Tan from the audience said, "Mr. Lin, what do you think of the domestic housing market?"

Hearing Mr. Tan's words, Lin Feng's heart suddenly froze hundreds of times. Is Mr. Tan trying to get revenge for his dozing off just now?Otherwise, why ask yourself about the development of the domestic housing market.

It is impossible for Lin Feng to say that he agrees with the first old man's remarks. After all, in two years, domestic housing prices will start to rise strongly. At that time, Lin Feng's face will be beaten into a pig's head. this person.

But if Lin Feng said something different from the first old man, wouldn't that mean hitting that old man in the face on the spot?And it's still the kind of behavior of "slapping" the old face.

"I think domestic housing prices are full of many possibilities. In the future, housing prices may rise sharply, or they may remain stable, and they are even more likely to fall sharply."

Hearing Lin Feng's answer of "one-size-fits-all oil", the people in the audience immediately laughed.

"This little comrade is right. Isn't that how housing prices will develop in the future?"

Listening to the ironic words from the audience, Lin Feng didn't feel anything strange. Anyway, Lin Feng had already asked Su De to hoard a large number of houses in the capital. Ten years later, if Lin Feng no longer had the ability to predict, You can also be a mediocre charterer here in Kyoto.

When the time comes to make a "Kyoto Chartered Public" joke on the short video platform, it will definitely become popular all over the Internet.

Lin Feng saw that Mr. Tan didn't continue to ask any questions, so he left the rostrum quickly and walked towards the seats under the stage.

"What are you doing, kid? It's rare for Mr. Tan to ask you on his own initiative. Why don't you show yourself."

As soon as Lin Feng sat down, Zhao Ningsheng who was next to him approached Lin Feng's ear and whispered.

After wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead due to nervousness, Lin Feng explained to Zhao Ningsheng: "Principal, don't you look at what occasion it is now, once I just contradicted the experts present, I just promised that I will immediately You'll drown in your saliva."

"Then you can't answer like that, it's easy to make people think that you don't have any real talents." Zhao Ningsheng complained softly.

"I don't care what other people think."

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Feng also felt his stomach start to growl.

After the forum ended, Lin Feng originally wanted to ask Zhao Ningsheng to have dinner with him, but because Zhao Ningsheng had other things to do, Lin Feng had no choice but to solve the problem of food and clothing by himself first.

"Mr. Lin, please stay."

Hearing someone calling him from behind, Lin Feng stopped, turned around and saw a man in his 30s talking to him.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Lin Feng felt that he didn't know this person, and didn't know what he wanted from him.

"Mr. Tan would like to invite you to come and talk."

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him in surprise. He never thought that the other party was actually sent by Mr. Tan. Could it be that his performance just now was too bad, and Mr. Tan was embarrassed to criticize him in front of everyone. Want to find a "small dark room" with no one to torture him now?
"Mr. Lin, don't keep President Tan waiting for a long time, please."

Lin Feng had no choice but to follow this man to see Mr. Tan.

In a cozy private room, as soon as Lin Feng followed the middle-aged man into the private room, he saw Mr. Tan sitting at the table making tea.

"Mr. Tan, Mr. Lin is here. I'll go out first. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right at the door."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and left the private room, and closed the door of the private room.

"Mr. Lin, please sit down, don't be so reserved." President Tan gestured at the seat next to him.

Lin Feng stopped being pretentious, walked directly to Mr. Tan and sat down, and said with a smile: "I wonder what teaching Mr. Tan has for letting the juniors come over?"

Mr. Tan handed over a cup of freshly poured tea, and Lin Feng immediately reached out to catch the cup in the air.

"You kid just didn't tell the truth about my question, now you can tell me your opinion."

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