my return 2002

Chapter 9 into the market.

In the next month, Shen Lang gradually integrated into the operation of the entire team, and his work became more convenient. For the reborn, the most precious thing is the life experience that does not match his age.

With Shen Lang's previous experience in the workplace, it must be difficult for him to be in charge of Fuhua Finance, but it is definitely more than enough to be just an assistant to a fund manager.

This point has also been recognized by all colleagues except Zhang Yuchen. As for why Zhang Yuchen, who is a stock analyst, does not deal with Shen Lang, it is more because of his work. His style is bolder and more radical, and this is obviously Not in line with Manager Liu's investment policy, Shen Lang returned his analysis report many times, making Zhang Yuchen feel that Shen Lang was targeting him.

For this, Shen Lang didn't give an explanation, and he is not RMB, so it is impossible for everyone to like it, and fighting with others is a lot of fun.

"Didi, Didi."

The old Nokia mobile phone text message alert sounded, Shen Lang pressed the unlock button, and couldn't help shaking his fist.

Finally, the salary arrived.

The total is 2653 yuan, and the monthly salary of a regular worker is 3500 yuan. In March, Shen Lang worked 18 days of work, which should be 2863 yuan.

Of course, such a salary was quite good in 2002, and one could buy a half-square-meter house in Shanghai, of course, in a very remote location.

Shen Lang opened the webpage to log in to the online banking, and transferred 1953 yuan to the brokerage account he had already registered, leaving only 700 yuan as living expenses.

According to the price in 2002, 700 yuan can lead a good life, but including the transportation expenses of daily commuting, it can only be just right.

"Hey, Xiao Shen, you can't help but make a move just after getting your salary today?" Cao Lei, a macroeconomist, accidentally saw Shen Lang log in to the brokerage interface, came over curiously, and teased.

Shen Lang shrugged: "People don't get rich without windfalls, horses don't get fat without night grass, it's not interesting to always be a bystander, so let's try the water by buying two hands."

Cao Lei nodded, and patted Shen Lang on the shoulder in agreement: "It makes sense, how about it? Have you decided which stock to choose? How about I help you as a consultant?"

Shen Lang clicked on the purchase interface: "I just bought 3 hands of Xiaxin Electronics, and this month's salary has been covered."

The so-called 1 lot is actually 100 shares. When buying stocks, they must be in multiples of 100 shares before they can be traded. Of course, when selling, they can be entrusted with odd-lot transactions. However, ordinary investors buy stocks in lots. Odd shares are rarely touched.

"Hey, you're really brave, you've just invested in one month's salary, you're courageous." Cao Lei teased.

Shen Lang said helplessly: "There is no way, my salary is only enough to buy a few lots, why spread it out, earning that little money is not enough to pay taxes."

There is no tax for buying in the stock market, but you have to pay commissions and transfer fees, while selling not only pays transfer fees to the exchange, commissions to brokers, but also stamp duty. I bought low and sold high, as if I made money, but when I actually settled the accounts, I found that I was still losing money because of various expenses incurred by frequent transactions.

The reason why Shen Lang chose Xiamen New Electronics was because he knew the trend of Xiamen New Electronics this year, so he could continue to increase his position and hold it for a long time. Although it would be slower to make money in this way, the victory was safe.

"Hmph, this junk stock is studded into the market, it really hasn't died before." Stock analyst Zhang Yuchen curled his lips in disdain.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Zhang Yuchen is not optimistic about Xiaxin Electronics. You must know that in the last big bull market, other stocks have risen a lot in two years, but Xiamen Xin Electronics has fallen sharply. The financial report for the first quarter of this year is only small. Earnings look like they may fall again at any time.

Shen Lang didn't even look at Zhang Yuchen, closed the webpage casually, and stretched his waist: "I said why I'm hungry, so it's time for dinner, but someone should eat less exciting food, which makes the office A stench."

"Who are you talking about? Tell me clearly, who is farting?" Zhang Yuchen reacted and roared angrily.

Shen Lang sneered for a while: "Who has bad breath and wants to fight? If you don't accept it, go out and fight."

Cao Lei quickly grabbed Zhang Yuchen and persuaded him, "We are all in the same team. Peace is the most important thing. If you spread the word, you won't be afraid of being laughed at."

Colleagues around also rushed to fight, Shen Lang cast a contemptuous glance, turned and left with disdain.

After Shen Lang left, the colleagues let go of Zhang Yuchen, and Cao Lei couldn't help shaking his head secretly. He saw the conflict between Zhang Yuchen and Shen Lang, and put aside right and wrong for now, Zhang Yuchen's small body is really not enough for Shen Lang , this product is purely a food addiction, and I don't have any compulsions in my heart.

When she came out of the office, she saw Feng Xiaoxiao looking around ghostly, and Shen Lang stepped forward to knock her on the head.

"Why? It's like being a thief."

Feng Xiaoxiao pretended to be in pain, and rubbed his head: "It hurts, no, I need compensation. You invited me for lunch today."

Shen Lang gave her an angry look: "Are you here to touch porcelain?"

"Hmph, I'm getting paid today. As a regular employee, shouldn't you hire me as an intern?" Feng Xiaoxiao wrinkled his nose, with an innocent oval face full of collagen, looking deeply Lang moved his index finger.

"Oh, you pinched my face again, let go, no, I need to add a cup of milk tea, so I can forgive you."

"No money, AA."

In a milk tea shop, Feng Xiaoxiao still drank the milk tea she had been longing for so much. Seeing Shen Lang looking at her wallet with a sad face, she couldn't help being amused.

"As for it, didn't you just treat me to a fast food, plus a cup of milk tea, the total is only ten yuan, but you just got regular salary, money."

Shen Lang had a natural expression: "Of course the money is used for investment."

"Isn't it? You used it all to buy stocks?" Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Shen Lang in surprise.

Shen Lang poked his head over teasingly: "Otherwise? Since you're so smart, why don't you give me a chance to take care of this handsome guy?"

"Tch, come on, you're the only handsome guy? Besides, I'm not a rich woman, but I can't afford you, a rice bug." Feng Xiaoxiao pushed Shen Lang away with a smile.

Shen Lang sighed pretending to be regretful: "Sister, you just rejected an opportunity to become a rich woman."

"Pfft, you are panting when you say you are fat, investment is risky, and you really think of yourself as a Buffett, how about it, for the sake of treating your sister to dinner and milk tea today, if you can't afford to eat someday, remember How about hugging my sister's thigh, isn't it interesting?"

"Well, what do I want to hug now?"

"Eat my foot."

After a while of playfulness, in the elevator, Feng Xiaoxiao sighed suddenly: "I still envy you who study finance and earn extra money, unlike us who study accounting and can only earn dead wages."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, a finger snapped in his ear, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Lang saying with a serious face.

"Do you know what is the most important thing about working in a financial company?"

"You must always distinguish between your own money, the company's money, and the client's money!"

Feng Xiaoxiao was startled, and when she came back to her senses and wanted to thank him, Shen Lang had already walked away, and could only stare at the back of the other party in a daze.

(End of this chapter)