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Chapter 1866: Rejected by his uncle, Po is stimulated to change

Wu Mingfan did not disturb the three people. He stepped out quietly and closed the door carefully. They must have a lot to talk about after not seeing each other for 20 years.

Go back to your room.

"Achi, I say the same thing again. Without my order, the investment is not allowed to exceed 10!"

"Yes, yes, yes, don't buy any of them~"

"Don't worry, everything will wait until I get back. I will be back in October!"

"That's it~" After hanging up the phone, Wu Mingfan contacted the factory again.

I told them to be on high alert. Everything in Hong Kong is fine now, except that there are more thugs there than cockroaches and flies.

About two hours later, I was leaning back in a chair smoking a cigarette when there was a knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in~"

Yang Jingmao pushed the door open and walked in.

"Mr. Wu, uncle is calling you over!"

When they arrived at the British suite next door, Wu Mingfan found that the uncle who had not been seen for a while had taken a shower, shaved and changed into a new Zhongshan suit. The whole person seemed to have become several years younger, and even his expression seemed to have become much kinder.

Point to the sofa.

"Sit down~"

Even the usually cold little lady spoke today, which was rare.

"I'll go make some tea!"

"I'm going to help!"

"Sorry for the trouble~" The uncle looked at his two wives with very gentle eyes.

At this time, there were only two people in the living room, and no one spoke, just looking at each other.

"Thank you for your hard work!" The uncle was silent for a moment and then spoke first.

He had already known everything that had happened from his wife, and since he was just an ordinary man after all, ten luxury cars, like a sedan chair carried by eight people, arrived at the Peace Hotel where he had spent his youth in a grand manner.

"Please don't say that. If anyone should say thank you, it should be me. Without your phone call, there would be no Wu Mingfan today~"

After saying that, he took out two keys from his pocket, put them on the coffee table and pushed them towards the uncle.

"I have already contracted this suite!"

"The car is for your daily travel. The previous house is really uninhabitable. The two ladies have held on to it for 20 years!"

Although the uncle had made arrangements before he went in, 20 years later, even if it was a mountain of gold, sooner or later it would wither. Looking at his wife, who had never done housework before, now had calluses on her hands due to the pressure of life, the pain he felt could not be expressed in a few words.

The two of them were not master and disciple in name, but they acted like master and disciple. My uncle was not the kind of person who sought fame and reputation. In other words, he was already over seventy years old and had reached the age where he was fearless, so he gladly accepted it and did not refuse.

The two of them drank tea and talked a lot. Wu Mingfan also told him about his recent situation in Hong Kong. Although his uncle had been in Tilanqiao, he often paid attention to various news newspapers and made many constructive suggestions.

"Uncle, what are you going to do next?"

"Me? I just live on simple meals." The uncle looked at the Huangpu River outside the window, a little loneliness in his eyes.

There is no way, this person cannot escape the words fame and fortune, unless he is a saint in heaven!
He once stirred up storms on the Huangpu River, but now he has become an unknown old man. He feels somewhat unwilling in his heart.

Wu Mingfan suggested, "Uncle, I plan to return to Shanghai to develop my business. Would you like to come and be my consultant?"

Hearing this, the uncle fell into deep thought. After a long time, he finally shook his head, and his voice was a little vicissitudes.

"I appreciate your kindness!"

"With your current achievements, it's not difficult to find any kind of talent you want. I, an old guy, still don't hate this!"

Wu Mingfan was not surprised at all by being rejected, or rather, he had expected it. Let him wait for his dream lover, Abao!
In the near future, Abao rushed to the stock market with the help of his uncle, and took advantage of the good opportunity to make his first pot of gold.

Luck, opportunity, ability, and noble people, these four factors are indispensable!

This period seems quite magical, but it also illustrates the history of the stock market in our country when it was just beginning and the national economy was booming.

There is even a proverb for this, "If you stand on the wind, even pigs can fly!"

Therefore, the first batch of stockholders made a lot of money. And it was because Abao followed the trend of the times that he was able to get such a generous return.

In a sense, this is also equivalent to my uncle's achievement.

Compared to himself, Po is a blank sheet of paper, and can freely display his value. These are two different artistic conceptions...

Three years ago, in November of 84, my country issued its first stock. Up to now, there are only four in the whole of Shanghai. Now the stock exchange has not been established, and trading can only be done at the counter at No. 11 Xikang Road.

It was just released not long ago and the quantity is very small. Basically, the long queue can stretch from the beginning to the end of the street. This has also led to the situation that there is no demand for it. If you want to buy it, you have to try your luck, or you can only buy it through scalpers outside the market.

The people of Shanghai call it "pile mold"

Abao was originally an employee of a watch factory. He was confused and depressed every day!

Just because of the stimulation from his first love Xuezhi, he had the desire to make money. At the same time, he was passing by Xikang Road in a daze, looking at the long queue of people. He didn't know what he was thinking for a while, and kept recalling the past in his mind.

Xuezhi is Abao's first love and the person he loved unconditionally. Nine years ago, Xuezhi married to Hong Kong through a relative. Before leaving, the two agreed to see each other again in ten years. After that, Abao was devastated and lived like a walking corpse every day, working step by step without any soul.

It was not until recently that he learned that the divorced Xuezhi suddenly returned to Shanghai to visit her relatives that he finally cheered up. However, when the two met, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Xuezhi told Abao that she ran a company in Hong Kong and earned 2 yuan a month, and even said that there was no way Abao could catch up with her.

This made Abao very embarrassed, and also made him realize that a woman's career is more important than love. Looking at the good cars on the roadside, his eyes became firm and he made up his mind to change.

And then...he went home.

After finding his grandfather, he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Grandpa, I want to learn how to do business from you!" A Bao, whose full name is Song Xiaobao, gritted his teeth while saying this and even accidentally cut his lip.

"Have you considered?"

Looking at his grandson's determined eyes, Mr. Song, who had suffered a lot over the years, looked a little nostalgic, as if he was young.

The old man was very happy that his grandson, who had been depressed for so many years, suddenly changed and wanted to make progress.

He stood up with the help of a crutch and walked to the cabinet, took out a long-dusty notebook, and gently stroked the non-existent dust on it.

"A Bao, I'm a disabled person now, there's nothing I can teach you. Come here and help me make a phone call!"

Abao, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly stood up and helped his grandfather out to the phone booth.

At the same time, at the Peace Hotel, the uncle was playing chess with Wu Mingfan, puffing his beard and glaring, completely lacking his former majesty.

"Ring ring ring!"

Hearing the phone ringing, he picked it up and put it to his ear. At first he didn't pay much attention to it, but after a while his expression became very serious.

"Are you sure, old man?"

"But I... forget it, let him try. If he fails my test, don't blame me for ignoring our friendship many years ago!"

After the uncle hung up the phone, he took off his glasses with a gloomy look on his face, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped them slowly.

"Uncle, are you in trouble?" Wu Mingfan asked tentatively.

When people get old, they love to reminisce. After the uncle came to his senses, he smiled at himself.

“They are all debts of favor~”

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)