"Dad, who told you to go to the sofa? How many times have grandpa turned you off?"

The Fang family is not a big family, at least Fang Xinguo is not. They developed only because they gained the dividends of the times. Therefore, Fang's father still has some of his own bad habits in his bones. In addition to his favorite to go to the living room when he eats, he often has other strange problems.

If there is not enough class, it won’t be fine. However, Fang Xinguo’s business in South China for decades can be calculated to be at the higher level of the middle level. However, because of these strange problems, he has never been able to integrate into his circle at this level.

Fortunately, he doesn't care about these life-and-death relationships that he rarely participates in social activities in his class except for a few people who can play.

Of course, three generations of Chinese people are barefoot farmers.

Fang Xinguo, who was criticized by Fang Mo, sneered and stopped talking.

But Fang Mo and A Niu were frightened by his laughter. Dad wasn't he trying to make any tricks again, right?

Both of them saw the uneasiness of both sides in each other's eyes.

It's okay, keep it steady, grandpa is there.

After the two of them had eye contact, Fang Mo stood up: "Grandpa, have you had breakfast?"

After hearing what his grandfather said, he knew that Fang Mo had something to ask for him: "Hmph, I'll eat. Don't come and buy me." After that, he raised the newspaper and continued to look.

After hearing that his father did not cover the two brats, Fang Xinguo put down his chopsticks and hugged his chest: "Hmph." He sneered twice and picked up the bowl and entered the kitchen.

When Fang Xinguo came out again, he saw the two of them eating noodles slowly and they were like chicken blood: "Hurry, is it a man? They eat so slowly?

Hurry up and fast.

Fang Mo came in to wash dishes for me.

The cow dragged the floor for me.

Quick and quick”

Under the urging of Fang Dad, the "capitalist", Fang Mo and the others quickly finished their breakfast and were chased by him to do housework, so they had no time to think about why they had to do it, so they just stood up and started working instinctively.

At this time, grandpa continued to look at his newspaper silently as if he hadn't heard it, while Fang Mo and the others started working hard in the morning.

Finally, he reached 8.30 and his father went back to work on the second day of the Lunar New Year because of the factory. Of course, Lu Jin, who was full of unhappiness, was also here with him.

Shortly after Fang Dad left, Fang Mo and the others finished the housework. At this time, Fang Mo walked down from the building leisurely: "Oh, are you doing housework so diligently for your dad?"

The two men who were resting on the sofa did not react until then and said in unison: "I'm fucked by my dad."

After saying that, Fang Mo fell down directly. The early birds were eaten by insects, and the early insects were eaten by birds. If I had known that, I would not have woken up so early.

When Fang's mother saw her son looking like she was hopeless, she knew that they were fooled by Fang Xinguo, but so what? Who told her that her son was not very "smart".

After laughing for a while, Fang's mother walked into the kitchen to bring out a cup of ginger and brown sugar tea. This was her breakfast. For some reasons, Fang's mother usually doesn't eat it in the morning.

He sat next to Fang Mo with ginger tea: "Son, what's the money that mom gave you before?"

After hearing Fang's mother ask about the serious matter, Fang Mo sat up straight: "The funds you gave you before were very good, and the returns were pretty good."

"No, what are you talking to me? What's the matter with honest explanation?"

The 100 million that mom gave should not be considered excessive, right? "Mom, I bought Wuliangye from most of the money you gave and most of the profits I made before, and then I used it to speculate."

Fang’s mother didn’t have to know what her son was doing, but she needed to judge whether her son could take on the big responsibilities, so she asked these things for future plans.

"What do you think of the US stock market?"

Is the U.S. stock market?

"If the world economy depends on the face of the US imperialist face, what do you think the US imperialist stock market will be? You must know that it is a capital sucking all over the world."

"Are you optimistic about US stocks?"

"Yes, the first choice for the US imperial examination is to avoid funds."

From this point of view, Fang's mother is also finding a way out. At this stage, many Chinese businessmen have begun to transfer their assets.

The 15-year twists and turns have caused the middle and high-profits to panic collectively. Their eating habits are too ugly and everyone is afraid.

The necessary transfer of property is necessary, which is due to the consideration of family continuation, but Fang Mo also knows that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

It's not good to get rich first and run away.

"Mom, after my company opens, you can also hand over some of the US dollar assets to me by setting up a trust."

"Do you have qualifications? I'll leave it to you."

"Of course there is."

Fang's mother looked at her son saying these words to her with a smile. For a moment, she felt that her son had grown up and the bird was about to fly into the blue sky.

"Okay, let me see your achievements in China this year, and I will evaluate the trust matters at that time."

After receiving his mother's reply, Fang Mo replied loudly: "One word is certain!"

When Fang's mother saw her son crying like blood, she smiled and said nothing, and shaking the cup in her hand while drinking tea.

After receiving my mother's answer, Fang Mo happily ran back to his room upstairs.

After Fang Mo went upstairs, his uncle's family slowly walked out of his fifth uncle's house to visit them.

After returning to the room, Fang Mo opened the computer screen and looked at the current main trading interface.

At this time, London gold hovered between 1191 and 1193. Last night, after Fang Mo fell asleep, it rushed to the 1205 line at around 2 a.m., but after not resisting, it began to decline in the middle of the night and then fell from 1200 and fell back to the 1190 line.

After the rise, it is the rest and friction stage. At this time, I can continue to build positions at a low level.

Yesterday, a total of US$40 rose throughout the day, which is relatively rare in gold trading. The second day after the big rise is generally based on fluctuation adjustments.

The rise was too much at one time, and there was no explosive geopolitical news, so even if the bulls surged, they needed to stop and rest the next day.

After seeing the gold fluctuation adjustment, Fangmo put a small amount of long orders in the range of 1185 to 1180. The idea is also very simple, just think about whether he could steal some chickens.

If it really falls, he will buy it, and even if it doesn't fall, he will not lose.

After registering long gold orders, Fang Mo focused his attention on his capital base US-Japan foreign exchange.
Chapter completed!