The Richest Man Yang Fei

The new product could be accepted by the market, and Yang Fei felt relieved.

Although such a sales model cannot be compared with large enterprises, it is superior in that the investment is small and the output is large.

However, an urgent practical problem was placed in front of Yang Fei.

With an excellent team and stable sales, the output of the Southern Daily Chemical Factory obviously cannot keep up.

There are only two ways out, either find a larger production company to cooperate with, or open a factory by yourself.

With Yang Fei's vision and knowledge, he is of course inclined to open a factory by himself.

However, he still wanted to wait for an opportunity.

Although he has money in his hand, he doesn't want to get stuck in a factory too quickly.

Opening a factory is a bottomless pit. If you don't open a factory, you will be fine. Once you invest, there will be more than a star and a half of funds. The money in his hand will be less if you invest it all!

The time has entered mid-September, and he is waiting for the Baoyan turmoil to attack the Shanghai stock market.

What he is most worried about is that his own appearance, like the wings of a butterfly, has stirred up the fate of too many people, making this Baoyan turmoil postponed, or even never happen again!

Yang Fei subscribed to more than a dozen newspapers, covering current affairs, finance and other aspects.

When arriving at the office every day, Yang Fei's first priority is to read the newspaper.

Running a business, like any social activity, is inseparable from grasping the tide of the times.

Even if you can't stand on the cusp of the times, you must at least follow the trend.

If you go against the current, sooner or later you will be killed by a wave on the beach.

The wheel of history is coming irreversibly.

Many opportunities are fleeting and are only reserved for those who are prepared. By the time everyone reacts, they have been caught off guard and the opportunities have slipped away quietly.

Yang Fei read from the newspaper that the China Securities Regulatory Commission, which was established last year, announced that it would open A-share trading to domestic legal entities.

"It's time to come, here it is." Yang Fei picked up the cup and smiled comfortably.

"Senior sister, I'm going to Shanghai, and the company will be managed by you." Yang Fei didn't want to miss the best opportunity to enter the market, and would rather go to Shanghai in advance and wait.

Su Tong has been relying on Yang Fei's side to do things, suddenly wanting to provoke the leader, a little flustered: "I am afraid of making mistakes with such a large income and expenditure every day."

"Actually, these days, you have been arranging goods and collecting payments. I believe you can."

"But, the daily collection? Should the two girls, Xiang Qiao and I, collect it?"

The day of 1993 was not very peaceful.

"I have made an arrangement. Recently, our sales team will conduct sales in the villages below the provincial capital, which is the closest to the company. I discussed it with Vice President Shi. During my absence, she will arrange reliable People, come to be your driver and bodyguard, don't worry too much."

"Okay. I'll do my best."

For some reason, when she heard that Yang Fei was leaving, even though it was only a temporary departure, she still felt reluctance to part with her.

Yang Fei bought a ticket on the same day and flew to Shanghai City.

For him, this is a familiar yet unfamiliar city.

It is familiar because he has lived here for more than ten years, and his love, joy, sorrow, and pain have all happened in every corner of Shili Yangchang.

Strangeness is the city, not the one in his memory. He can't find the streets and scenery that he should have, and his heart can't feel its temperature and indifference.

Standing on the flyover connecting Hualian Commercial Building and Shibaiyi Store, you can look at the most prosperous street scene in the city.

The "dragon car" with two carriages connected together passed under the overpass, as well as the red taxis competing with each other, and countless bicycles with two or eight bars.

These scenes that once became history appeared clearly in front of Yang Fei again.

Time is wrinkled, it is him one second, and he is also the next second, separated by more than 20 years.

The lost youth returned to eight or nine o'clock, but the alarm clock to wake up could no longer ring.

Of course, the stock exchange is no stranger to it. As much expectation and hope as there have been, there have been as many disappointments and regrets.

This used to be the Pujiang Hotel. After four months of renovation, it became a stock exchange hall.

The huge electronic screen, the red, green and green digital changes, has dominated the fate of many billionaires, and how many grassroots have risen to the bottom.

This is Vanity Fair, but also the battlefield of the financial world.

On Monday, September 13th, the weather in Shanghai was still warm. A young man walked into the stock exchange alone.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of gray washed jeans, and although the white sneakers were old, they were spotlessly polished. With a straight waist, she carried the unique vigor of young people.

But people who are sophisticated in the world can see a calm and introverted temperament from his handsome face.

Especially those eyes, clear and bright, black and white, seemingly pure and flawless, but when you look at him, you will find that it is not a clear pool, but a vast ocean, deep and boundless, unpredictable .

The prolonged bear market did not stop the enthusiasm of the stock market people. At the moment, the stock exchange hall is overcrowded.

For stockholders, coming to the stock market is more important than going to work and shopping for groceries. They don't need to be urged, and they are on time every day.

Many people even lost their jobs and alienated their families because of stock trading.

Everyone raised their heads, stretched their necks, stared wide-eyed, and looked at the LED display on the wall. The sadness and joy on their faces and the honor and disgrace in their eyes all changed with the data.

Many people on the periphery stood on tiptoes, holding binoculars with both hands, watching the data changes in the distance.

Occasionally, someone holds a BB player and watches the stock market from a small display screen. There are relatively few such people, and the ability to use a BB machine worth several thousand yuan means that this person is rich, and it also means that this person has made money in stocks, which will attract envious eyes from everyone.

There is also a few people, wearing brand-name clothes, holding a mobile phone. Although it is only a simulator, it is also arrogant enough to be proud of the stock market.

Yang Fei squeezed into the hall with all his strength, and looked at the stock data constantly refreshing on the screen.

Behind the rows of green numbers, there are some happy and some sad.

When he saw that the stock price of Yanzhong Industrial, one of the old stereotypes, was still at a price of 8.83 cents per share, he felt relieved.

He lined up to open an account.

The stock trader is a young girl. This kind of people is commonly called a red waistcoat because they all wear red waistcoats.

"600601, buy 600601 shares." Yang Fei's words were short and powerful.

In this era when stocks were still paper, buying and selling had to be done manually by filling in notes.

The trader gave him a surprised look.

After all, this is a retail hall, and the amount of transactions here will not be too large.

There are even some workers who only buy a few shares for fun.

She quickly wrote down the data reported by Yang Fei on the paper, read it carefully twice, and thought for a moment that she had heard it wrong.

This young man wants to buy more than 600,000 shares as soon as he opens his mouth?

"Comrade, how many shares do you want to buy?"

"600601 Yanzhong Industrial, buy 600601 shares." Yang Fei repeated it calmly.

"The trend of Yanzhong Industrial's stock is not optimistic. Do you want to know more about Yuyuan Mall and Xiaofeile? Also, Sichuan Salt Chemical, which was newly listed this year, is also very good."

"I just like Yanzhong Industrial." Yang Fei was determined.

"More than 600,000 shares? The transaction volume is more than five million!" The trader couldn't believe it!

However, the expression of the white-clothed scholar in front of him cannot be doubted by others.