Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 150 Chapter 149: Neighbor's Little Thoughts

(I received news that there will be a major power outage in the whole district tomorrow, and I will have a day off!)

(hey-hey!)

Xie Lan picked up Lin Huaile's coat and stood up too.

The City of London, a city within a city, gathers the best financiers in Europe within a radius of three kilometers.

There are only Wall Street in New York, Frankfurt in Germany, and Paris in France that can be compared with it.

There is no comparison between Xiangjiang and these cities at present.

There are winners there, but where there are winners, there are also losers.

Through Zhang Wentian's relationship, Xie Lan hunted down a loser, a retiree who needed money.

There seems to be such a fate in money. People who love money will still love money no matter how poor they are.

"I found it. After five days, I will come to Xiangjiang."

"I asked someone to study his transaction records, which are important information bought from an investigation company."

"I found that those who live for a long time have their own special skills."

"Escaped three major economic crashes. This can no longer be described as a keen sense of smell. It should be a special ability."

"It may be a coincidence to escape once. You can use good luck twice, but you can't use luck to express it the third time."

Xie Lan took out a business card from his coat pocket and handed it to Lin Huaile.

Henry, Cavendish, Hengde Investment Company, transaction manager.

The gilded English letters shine brightly on the black kraft paper.

Lin Huaile nodded, picked up the business card, and looked at it carefully.

Cavendish, the oldest surname in Britain.

But the British Isles with a long history does not lack ancient noble families. As long as the land is thick enough, some surnames that can resist the long river of history will be born.

"I sent the information to the finance professor and asked him to look at it for a sum of money."

"The conclusion is that this guy is a cunning hunter."

"Every time I make a shot, there will be an [-]% return rate, which is almost an excellent return rate."

Xie Lan introduced the basic situation of Henry, but there is no need to introduce too much, after all, the rate of return is the best proof.

Eight percent return on every shot!

This is a world-shattering, weeping achievement.

Investors provide money, and traders manipulate these massive funds to carry out large-scale transactions.

In fact, this job is no different from that of a salesman.

The research department will publish various internal materials to estimate high-quality industries for traders to judge.

Traders will pick out the industries they are good at understanding, and then pick out a few excellent companies to sell to their clients.

Big customers listen to the recommendations of traders' rhetoric,
The stock trading market at this stage is not as rigorous as in 2022, although the rules are gradually being improved.

Judgment, internal information, gossip, and all kinds of news will allow traders to improve their own judgment and proceed to the next transaction.

With an [-]% rate of return, there should be a steady stream of big customers investing money into his account.

Why do such talents come to Xiangjiang to make quick money.

One hundred thousand pounds should not be in the eyes of this ace trader.

"What method was used? What kind of favor was spent? Don't tell me, it was just 100 pounds, a mere [-] million Hong Kong paper?"

Lin Huaile became interested and asked curiously.

Xie Lan glanced at the sun in the sky, then took Lin Huaile's arm, dragged him forward, and answered as he walked: "A man, it is inevitable that the wife is not a virtuous son and the son is not filial."

"Henry's only son lost 20 francs in a casino in Morocco."

"If it was in the past, Henry blinked and signed, and the money would be sent to casinos in Morocco."

"Unfortunately, Henry bought a farm in Scotland and transformed himself into Sir Cavendy."

"The numbers in the account are simply not enough to pay the casinos in Morocco."

"Our quotation was reasonable, which made Sir Cavendy willing to come to Xiangjiang all the way to help us raise the stock price."

Lin Huaile nodded. Destiny is the best director and will arrange suitable actors to participate in this drama.

"Local traders also need to be recruited."

"Now that the stock market is hot, setting up an investment company will make a lot of money."

Lin Huaile took the coat, gave some instructions, and then held hands and walked to the temporary tenement building.

In the evening, in a small dim room, there were people everywhere, and two dim kerosene lamps projected their figures on the wall.

Everyone was whispering, and apart from that, there was the sound of dripping water and scratching from somewhere.

The cigarette butts were red and bright, and the ash fell from his fingers. Guanghua didn't care. After all, this was not his home and he didn't need to clean up.

"Everyone eat watermelon, I just bought it, it's so sweet!"

A woman carried a big enamel plate, walked into the house with twists and turns, and greeted the neighbors in the house to share the food together.

Guanghua threw the cigarette butt on the floor tiles, stamped it out with his foot, reached out and took a piece of watermelon from the enamel iron plate, and began to eat it.

While the neighbors were eating watermelon, a guy with a greasy hair came in, passed by Guanghua, and clearly saw the cigarette butts on the ground and the dirty floor tiles.

The oily middle-aged man frowned, but he didn't speak, but walked to the center with a smile on his face.

"Neighbors, long time no see!"

"Third Uncle, you are still so tough, you have such a good body."

"Second aunt, do you still remember me, when I was born, I peed all over you!"

"Ah Ying! Zhao Ying!"

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Zhao Ying greeted the neighbors in the house one by one, introduced herself, and quickly got closer to everyone.

After spending more than ten minutes, Zhao Ying, who had a dry mouth, finally finished greeting, picked up a piece of watermelon, took a bite, and moistened her mouth.

Guanghua leaned against the wall bored. He grew up in Tsuen Wan, and he knew a lot of people in eight villages.

He didn't know who Zhao Ying was, nor did he know him.

But he can be sure of one thing, this oily guy is definitely not from Tsuen Wan, although he can accurately call out the names of the neighbors in the house.

"The great development of Tsuen Wan is a great thing."

"The neighbors don't need to live in the pigeon coop. It's great to congratulate. They should go to the Mazu Temple to worship the master and fulfill their wishes."

Zhao Ying found a chair and sat down, ate the watermelon in her hand, and threw the watermelon rind into the spittoon.

The construction of Tianhaiyuan brings a glimmer of light to the dark life.

The housing estates in Tsuen Wan are the dilapidated and densest in Xiangjiang, with an average living space of only four square meters per person.

Next to the toilet in the bathroom, there is a stove, a chopping board, and a gas tank on top of the single-drum washing machine.

The living room is the bedroom, and a family of five or six lives in bunk beds. The dilapidated refrigerator is placed at the door, making it a mess.

This is the most famous subdivided house in Xiangjiang.

　Good night everyone, the new month will start in half an hour, I wish you all a happy day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)