King of Technology: A Fresh Start in 1983

Thinking of this, He Fan, who had just replenished his energy, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

At that moment, he was filled with a sense of justice and mission.

And a burning passion for youth.

He straightened his chest, burped incessantly, and strode towards the sales department.

Unexpectedly, the branch office had long ceased operations and was now completely closed.

Unable to find an outlet for their anger, the noisy crowd gradually lost their fervor.

Some people left, cursing and swearing.

At that moment, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader suddenly climbed up to a high place and raised his arms, shouting to the crowd:

"This shouldn't be a matter for the securities company; it wasn't them who issued the announcement, so contacting them won't help."

"Then who should we contact? This is clearly just buying time for those who use connections."

"What about those of us who got the subscription forms through the normal queue?"

"Go find whoever posted the announcement and complain to them!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately realized, "That's right! Go find whoever posted the announcement!"

Now everyone has a clear goal!

Following the middle-aged man who was leading the way, we walked towards Shennan Avenue.

He Fan, who was unfamiliar with the place, originally planned to fly back to Beijing today.

On second thought, I've come all this way to Shenzhen, I can't just stand by and do nothing about this.

It's okay to be a day late, so just follow the crowd.

As he walked, he suddenly realized that four days ago, when he got off the Hino bus and walked through the dark Fukuda Station, he seemed to have passed through this place.

I vaguely remember that the Pengcheng Municipal Government was not far ahead.

As soon as the group entered Shennan Middle Road, they all stopped for some unknown reason.

He Fan glanced at the crowd and suddenly realized that when they gathered in that corner at the entrance of the business department, they seemed to think they had the upper hand because of their numbers.

Why does it feel like there are only a third of the people here now? They suddenly look sparse and isolated...

Moreover, the middle-aged man leading the group seemed somewhat intimidated at this moment.

He muttered to himself, "Let's wait here and see. Surely we're not the only ones going to demand an explanation."

Upon hearing this, a few individuals in the group began to sneak away again.

...

Not long after, He Fan faintly heard a sound like waves surging towards this direction from all directions.

He was taken aback and couldn't help but ask the person next to him, "How far is it from here to the beach?"

The people around him looked puzzled, glancing at He Fan without paying him any attention.

They must have thought it was unbelievable that this person was thinking about going to the beach to play or enjoy the scenery at such a crucial time.

Before long, as the sound of the waves grew closer, He Fan quickly realized: it wasn't the sound of waves, but a crowd of people!

The first person to appear in the crowd on Shennan Avenue was a young man riding a Yamaha motorcycle.

He was heading towards He Fan and the others, waving and shouting, "They're all behind us! They're coming from the east gate!"

Immediately, slogans and chants rose and fell.

The middle-aged man who had led everyone from the sales department immediately perked up and said excitedly, "How about that? What did I say? Come on, let's go meet up with them."

The procession coming from the east was impressive, and smaller groups from various business departments kept joining them along the way.

Those walking in the front row held up several hastily made banners with slogans written crookedly and illegibly.

Upon seeing this, He Fan suddenly felt his blood boil.

The scene before him caused something that had been suppressed in his heart for four years to burst forth all at once.

Just then, the pager with the Chinese display on my waist beeped. It was a message from Zhao Lin:

"Chen Jianghe, I heard you bought subscription certificates in Pengcheng. I want you to clear your head and not get involved with those people! Zhao Lin."

How did Chen Jianghe know what happened here?

He Fan pondered for a moment, then said to those around him, "I'll go and observe the situation."

He then withdrew from the group to the roadside, grabbed a lamppost and stepped onto a trash can, looking around.

The entire street was packed with people; he estimated there were tens of thousands.

Perhaps it was the perspective, but looking down at him, his heart skipped a beat, and he instantly calmed down.

Chen Jianghe and Zhao Lin's reminder came just in time!

But now, how will this situation end?

The demands of this group of people are actually very simple, very clear, and easy to satisfy: they just want to buy a subscription form and get a share of the new stock.

At this moment, He Fan couldn't help but consider the situation from a higher perspective.

This is a special economic zone, the forefront and symbol of China's reform and opening up, and the place where a new wave of reforms was just launched after Deng Xiaoping's Southern Tour.

Moreover, the port city is right across the street.

Therefore, the relevant departments will spare no effort to quell the situation as soon as possible.

Cost? What cost?

A sudden inspiration struck He Fan: Yes, stocks!

Since you want stocks, then we'll give you stocks.

Why not just have those listed companies issue another batch of shares?

Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered!

Yup!

They don't even need to issue more shares.

Since you want subscription forms, then send out another batch.

Simply lower the success rate of the lottery, or reduce the number of new shares that can be subscribed to after winning the lottery...

Wouldn't it be easy to calm things down if more people were given a chance to get some new shares?

Yes, they will definitely do it, and they will act very soon!

Because this is the most effective way to disperse the tens of thousands of people in front of us.

Thinking of this, He Fan immediately slid down the street lamp pole.

He squatted down, pretending to put on his shoes, while looking around.

Then he stood up, slowed his pace, and pretended to be taking a stroll, but his eyes kept looking around.

When he spotted a fork in the road on the right, he quickly turned into it.

Once he figured no one was paying attention to him, he immediately took off running north.

With a vague memory of the location, he finally found the hotel where he was staying.

Rushing to the front desk, He Fan dialed Zhao Lin's number again.

"He Fan, did you see the message I sent you? I heard there are a lot of people on Shennan Middle Road... Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I haven't gone anywhere, I'm still at the hotel."

"General Manager Chen and Zhao Xiaobo heard you came to Shenzhen and asked you to come to the company..."

He Fan interrupted her, "Zhao Lin, please thank them for me. Maybe next time!"

"Immediately notify those migrant workers from yesterday and tell them to come to the Guoxin Securities branch right now!"

"Ugh! Another queue?"

"Yes! I won't say any more. Have them meet at the usual place! The price remains the same!"