On the second day of the Daniu Movement, Dong and Wang arrived early, while Gao Mu arrived late.

The two people who came early obviously didn't sleep well last night, and the dark circles under their eyes were worse than the other.

Gao Mu did the exercises late last night, and he didn't have much to think about, so he slept more solidly. When he arrived at the trading room, he was still drinking soy milk in his hand.

May 20th, such a good day, Gao Mu will definitely have a prosperous life.

Mingzhu Radio and Television opened high and moved high, giving people little time to react. It didn't even bother to shake the market after it fluctuated.

Dong and Wang were used to watching Gao Mu's Mingzhu Radio and Television first in the morning, but as a result, their throats were stuck and they couldn't exchange a single word.

He could only watch in stunned silence as Gao Mu sat cross-legged on the sofa and started another day of review.

The two of them couldn't figure out whether this was a place for stock trading or a classroom for classes?

I don’t know whether Gao Mu is making money while reading, or whether he is making money while reading.

The market is good and they are making money, but the money they make is not as good as Gao Mu's.

The tickets in their hands have increased by three points and they are tired, but Gao Mu is suffering every day.

One board is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan, which is more than what they made in a year when they were making money.

During lunch, the salesman Xiao Li's eyes changed when he looked at Gao Mu, and he felt a faint urge to eat Gao Mu.

Seeing this, Gao Mu shook his head. What's there to be jealous of? When the market comes, just buy any stock and get on the train. The only difference is that you can make more or less.

"Old Director, what should I do? Increase the position or exchange shares?"

Lao Wang is jealous!

"Wait one more day and let's talk tomorrow. As long as the three red soldiers are sent out, we will increase the amount!"

Old Dong's heart was also hot, and the market volume was obviously released, but his reason told him to stay calm.

"Okay, I listen to you."

When doing stock trading, Lao Dong is half a teacher to Lao Wang. At critical moments, Lao Dong's words can make Lao Wang feel at ease.

Another day passed quickly. For King Dong and the investors in the market, it was an exciting day.

The popularity in the market has emerged, and both those who have been dormant and those who are ready to enter the market are beginning to get ready to make a move.

The number of consultation calls from securities companies has increased significantly.

May 21st, the third day of the Great Ox Movement.

The market has been fluctuating at a high level. Although the closing increase was not as large as the previous two days, the transaction volume has once again expanded by 30%, quietly approaching the tens of billions level.

carnival!

The entire securities market is in a carnival on this day. Old leeks are quickly covering their positions, and new leeks are also accelerating the pace of opening accounts.

The window of Modu Securities has not been so busy for a long time. The salesperson Xiao Li was so busy that he didn't even have time to deliver lunch boxes to Gao Mu and the others.

Instead, they were served by a pretty little girl. The lunch box of the day was the one that Dong Wang, Gao Mu and the three of them thought tasted the best. It was also the first time that the lunch was almost empty.

Lao Dong and Lao Wang made a small increase in positions half an hour after the market opened in the morning. They planned to wait for more funds to enter the market when there was an adjustment in the market, which would be safer.

Gao Mu's Mingzhu Radio and Television continued to attack the daily limit, but due to excessive increases for several days in a row, the market volatility intensified, and it was not until the opening of the market in the afternoon that it resumed its daily limit.

Damn it!

When the market was volatile in the early trading, Gao Mu jokingly asked King Dong if he wanted to buy some of his tickets too.

In the end, everyone shook their heads and refused. Lao Dong even used the experience of his predecessors to tell Gao Mu that the short-term increase was too large and it would be best to reduce the position.

Of course Gao Mu would not listen to his so-called experience. He had no money left. If he had, he would have taken advantage of the shock to continue adding more money.

Lightening up positions is what fools do. Since the trend has started, it cannot be stopped by short-term shocks.

He asked Dong and Wang to buy his ticket, which seemed to be a joke, as if he wanted to take over the business from a high position.

In fact, he has good intentions, because he has seen that the stocks held by the two of them do not belong to the mainstream of this bull market, and are basically leftovers to follow the trend.

Even if this wave of increases is over, the increase in their tickets will be limited and not as much as what Shangche Pearl Radio and Television is making now.

In other words, his stock is the leader of this big bull market and the stock with the largest increase in the first wave.

Unfortunately, the other party did not accept his good intentions and missed the opportunity to make a lot of money.

When the last minute of trading is over, the week's trading is over.

Start buying on Monday, May 17th, and end the week of trading on Friday, May 21st.

With a principal of 600,000 yuan, Gao Mu reaped nearly 40% of the compound interest income, with a profit of up to

More than two hundred thousand.

This number was so scary that at least Dong and Wang, who were living under the same roof, were so stimulated that they felt very uncomfortable. They walked out of the VIP room holding on to the wall.

They can only hope that next week, their stocks will bring them a big surprise next week.

The market is closed for two days on the weekend, and Gao Mu is also closed.

Of course, there is another more important thing for him, that is, his original leave was only for one week.

Under the current situation, it is impossible for him to return on the weekend, so how to explain to Wen Meiyu and make her willingly extend his leave for him will be Gao Mu's headache in the past two days.

There is a degree of relaxation.

This week has been quite tense overall. At the weekend, Gao Mu is no longer ready to stay in his room and study hard. He wants to relive the Shanghai of this era.

So I started from Pudong, took the subway to Puxi, spent a morning wandering on the Bund, and then spent a lot of time wandering on the pedestrian street.

I also took the opportunity of shopping to buy some good things, and of course Ma Yiming’s MP3 was definitely indispensable.

In order to leave a souvenir, he even bought a Konica camera to play around and take photos along the way.

High-rise buildings, people, historical sites, and his own trip here.

When I was working in Shanghai, during the holidays, a few close friends would come to see the Bund and visit the pedestrian street.

It seems that only in this way can they strive to integrate into this metropolis.

He once quietly contributed his own strength to the construction of this city, but in the end he was just a tiny piece of sand that no one knew about.

No matter how hard he works and how hard he tries, no one will notice him.

The wheels of urban development and expansion are rolling forward, leaving only bland memories.

Walking a familiar route again brings a different kind of mood besides the unfamiliar loneliness.

In the past, he was insignificant and unknown, but when he comes again, he will definitely make waves in this land.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Mu came to Wujiaochang aimlessly. He didn't know what he was doing there.

When he got into a taxi, the driver asked him where he was going, and he subconsciously said "Wujiaochang"!

The urban atmosphere here is much more than the Bund, and it seems to better reflect the life scenes of most people in the city.

Standing on the street corner, watching the traffic coming and going around the roundabout, he didn't know whether to go or stay.

"I bought a shirt. I bought a pure cotton shirt. It's 49 yuan for two pieces. Just for today, it's 49 yuan for two pieces. It's gone when it's sold out. You won't suffer a loss if you buy it. I won't make a fortune if I sell it. I think

Those who buy, hurry up, those who want to buy, hurry up."

In the noisy commotion, the hawking sound was particularly harsh.

The harsh sound stimulated Gao Mu's memory. Forty-nine yuan for two pieces. Why is this routine so familiar?

Following the sound of hawking, we walked into the old street. The narrow road was lined with various small shops. On the main road in front of the shop, there were temporary stalls occupying the road from time to time.

The hawking of various things, the gathering of various noisy voices, and the bustling flow of people create the most down-to-earth fireworks in the city.

Motorized vehicles are not allowed in. At most, motorcycles and human-powered three-wheelers are mixed in on the crowded road, struggling to move forward slowly.

Arriving at a place like this, Gao Mu's vigilance naturally increased. The way the backpack was carried had been changed, and now it seemed more appropriate to call it a chest bag.

Soon I found a stall selling two pieces for 49 yuan.

A man with a crew cut who looked to be in his thirties, a huge gold chain hanging around his neck, and several simple tattoos on his arms.

Holding two plaid shirts in his hands, he kept selling them to passers-by. Especially when he saw young people passing by, his voice would get louder.

Gao Mu did not approach, but stood on the opposite side and watched quietly, curiously wanting to see who the unlucky guy would be next.

He was not disappointed. After observing for less than five minutes, a young couple came over, obviously attracted by the hawking sound of the man with a flat head and tattoo.

Stopped in front of the stall and started looking at the plaid shirt.

"Boss, these shirts really cost forty-nine yuan for two pieces?"

The little girl in the couple usually gestures with a shirt on the boy next to her, while asking the boss one more question.

"Of course, these are just what I call them on the street. I can't possibly deceive you young people. Look, these are genuine goods I got from regular factories. The quality shouldn't be too good."

The flat-headed tattoo boss picked up another shirt from the ground and showed them all the details in front of the young couple.

From the sewing details of the collar and cuffs to the quality of the buttons, he took care of everything.

They were explaining.

"Are all your clothes priced at this price?"
To be continued...