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This semester, Zheng Jinxin excelled in his studies and ranked first in his class. Naturally, he asked his father for a trip during the summer vacation.

Zheng Haidi has had a successful year in both her son's studies and his earning potential, so she readily agreed to his request.

Even when his son suggested a travel destination that was Jianglin County, more than 300 kilometers away from them, he readily agreed.

Old Zheng is a person who is easily satisfied and considerate of others. The only thing that is not ideal is that his relationship with his wife, Zhuang Xuehua, is getting more and more distant.

Zhuang Xuehua, who used to travel whenever she had free time, made an excuse this time that she couldn't find the time due to work and wasn't planning to go with the father and son.

Zheng Haidi didn't care, and was too lazy to argue. What was there to be busy with with such a small salary?

Old Zheng originally wanted to make a travel guide or something, but Zheng Jinxin stopped him.

Zheng Jinxin's reason was that he wanted to experience Jianglin County, because he was very interested in that county and wanted to wander around it.

During the summer vacation, Zheng Haidi took half a month off to accompany her son on a trip to Jianglin.

During his time in Jianglin, Zheng Jinxin visited all the parks and amusement parks in the area, mainly places frequented by children.

At first, Zheng Haidi thought the child just wanted to go somewhere else to play, but as they walked around, she felt something was off.

Because no matter how lively the occasion, Zheng Jinxin doesn't participate in any activities.

The thing Zheng Jinxin did most often was to say to him, "Dad, wait here for a moment, I need to ask you something."

Then Zheng Jinxin found a child about his age and asked, "Which school do you go to? Do you know someone named Chen Hongjun?"

Because of the distance, Zhang Haidi didn't know what her son was asking others, but she always saw the child on the other side shaking his head, and then her son would come back disappointed.

Until one time, when I was visiting a park, there was a very nice artificial lake in the park.

During the summer vacation and weekends, many parents take their children boating.

Zheng Haidi wanted to take her son boating as well, because kids that age usually enjoy this activity.

But Zheng Jinxin refused. At the ticket office, he told Zheng Haidi to go to the side and smoke while he waited.

Then he ran to the long line at the ticket counter and asked each of the other children.

"Is there someone named Chen Hongjun at your school?...?"

After asking around, Zheng Jinxin returned dejectedly.

Zheng Haidi wasn't stupid; she had a vague feeling that the child was asking about someone.

His first thought was: Is his son dating someone he met online? He's so young, how could he be eyeing some girl?

He doesn't know what ways there are to contact each other online now, but that doesn't mean the child understands.

He no longer has a mobile phone; all he can contact is his home landline, letters, or telegrams.

"Son! You're not looking for someone, are you?" Zheng Haidi, who had been holding it in for several days, finally couldn't help but ask this time.

Zheng Jinxin nodded. He knew that he had been too obvious these past few days; anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

He couldn't do anything about it; he still hadn't found out.

"Tell me your name, Dad, maybe you can find out."

The claim that he was helping his son find someone was nonsense. The main thing Old Zheng wanted to know was whether it was a boy or a girl, to prevent early romance and to prevent him from being scammed.

I won't mention the name.

Zheng Jinxin didn't want to reveal Chen Hongjun's name because his future father would definitely know Chen Hongjun.

He has no historical connection with Chen Hongjun. If they were to meet now, the truth would be revealed when they meet in the future.

He can only make things up now to get through this situation.

"I recently had a dream about a friend who said he was from Jianglin and invited me to come visit him..."

"That dream felt so real, but now it seems it was just a dream. By the way, Dad, are we going back in a couple of days?"

"Yes, Dad's vacation is almost over. If there's nothing else, he should go back the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm! I remember he mentioned to me in my dream that there's a Putuo Temple here. I wonder if it really exists. If it does, I'd like to go see it tomorrow."

Zheng Jinxin had lost the will to ask any more questions. He remembered the temple they wanted to visit in their previous life, but they ran into trouble on the way.

"That's easy. I'll just ask around at the hotel this afternoon."

It was easy to find out about that temple; it really existed, though it was over 60 kilometers away round trip.

Taking a taxi would be too expensive, costing over 300 yuan, because it's considered a car rental, which includes not only round-trip fare but also waiting time.

Three hundred yuan is enough to make Zheng Haidi wince; it's almost a third of her salary, and that's for someone like her who earns a relatively high salary at work.

Fortunately, he asked around at the hotel, and the hotel staff recommended a tour bus to him.

The tour departs at 7:00 AM and returns at 5:00 PM daily. The round trip costs 50 yuan per person, but advance payment and reservations are required.

After settling the tour bus issue, Zheng Haidi was a little worried about her son before going to bed that night, and couldn't help but ask him again.

Zheng Jinxin knew it wasn't good to keep hiding the truth, but it was impossible for him to tell the truth.

He had prepared his lines and began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

Since we'll have to explain many things in the future anyway, we might as well lay the groundwork all at once this time.

"This is my first time trading stocks, and I seem to be particularly sensitive to the bottoms and tops of the market..."

"I initially thought it was just a feeling and didn't count, but I didn't expect it to come true twice..."

"But every time I try to find a good stock, I just don't get a feel for it. So I get really anxious, and when I get anxious, I even dream about stocks."

"Then, in my dream, I met a friend who said he knew about stocks and that he could tell me about a great stock."

"He told me in my dream, but I can't remember it at all when I woke up. I only know that he belongs to Jiang Lin, so I thought I'd go to Jiang Lin this time to ask him specifically."

He also told me that I shouldn't go to Tsinghua or Peking University in the future, but that I should go directly to Jiangnan University to meet him through the Physics Olympiad.

"I remember everything perfectly, except for that one stock name, which really worried me. Ugh~~~~~"

After saying that, Zheng Jinxin let out a long sigh.

These words almost left Zheng Haidi speechless.

When did Tsinghua and Peking University stop being desirable? In this lifetime, he only dares to hope that his son can get into a top-tier university; that would be considered a great blessing for his family.

He didn't dare to take the comments about his son not going to Tsinghua or Peking University seriously, because Jiangnan University was the top key university in the province.

"Don't take dreams seriously, son. Tomorrow, after we visit Putuo Temple, you can go home and focus on your studies. Your dad's got your hands on stocks; I'm a pro."

Zheng Haidi verbally advised her son that dreams shouldn't be taken seriously, but deep down he hoped they were all real.

That's Jiangnan University! However, he wasn't lying about one thing: he's quite confident in his stock market decisions now.

The next day, the father and son boarded a bus early in the morning on their way to Putuo Temple.

There were many people on the bus, mostly locals, and some even brought their children.

I asked around and found out that most of them went to temples to make wishes.

Knowing that the father and son were from out of town, a few locals who liked to chat took the initiative to introduce them.

After driving for nearly twenty minutes, almost out of the city, Zheng Jinxin suddenly saw a familiar building from his memory—Jianglin Chemical Plant.

In their previous life, they moved to Jianglin to work and passed by this chemical plant while wandering around.

When they saw it, the chemical plant had already been moved away because it was polluting the local environment.

At that time, all that was left of the factory were the dilapidated factory buildings, the gate, and the old employee residential buildings around it.

The chemical plant site has never been developed, but high-rise buildings have been built all around the chemical plant.

Even the place where they rented at the time, 8 to 9 kilometers away from the chemical plant, has seen the development of many new residential areas.

The chemical plant doesn't seem to be doing too well these days, but at least it hasn't stopped operating; the chimneys are still emitting smoke.

He remembered that they lived north of the chemical plant, and the bus he was on was also heading north.

Before we had driven two miles, all we could see were wastelands or garbage dumps.

Occasionally, there are still some fields that farmers have temporarily cultivated, with a few makeshift huts scattered around.

After walking for a while, Zheng Jinxin guessed that this should be the area where they used to rent.

There are some small, privately owned factories in this area, making things like bricks.

"When will this place be developed?" he couldn't help but ask.

In their previous life, they lived here, a place that was very well developed and had become known as a new city.

"Who would develop this place? It all requires a lot of money. Those guys in the city spend all their money on road construction. The city's roads have been repaired several times already."

One of the passengers, engrossed in conversation, chimed in.

Zheng Jinxin didn't dare to speak anymore. He was afraid that if he talked too much, he would let something slip. He felt that he had been a bit shrewd lately.

The bus did not cross the river via the Rainbow Bridge he remembered, but instead traveled upstream along the riverbank.

At that time, the rainbow bridge should not have been completed yet.

We crossed a very old bridge, then walked along the winding mountain road for more than two hours before finally arriving at Putuo Temple.

There's not much to do at Putuo Temple; it's mainly about burning incense.

The father and son offered incense and made a wish, then wandered around aimlessly until the time came and went home.

......

Zheng Jinxin returned home; Jiang Lin's trip this time had not achieved his goal.

Unable to find that winning stock, he completely lost faith in earning that million.

Years passed, and it was 1999.

Zheng Jinxin had lost all interest in making money and could only focus on preparing for junior high school.

He is likely to get into a top junior high school, which will begin his life of living away from home.

However, for Zheng Haidi, who had been out of the market for nearly two years, it was an unbearable hunger.

His biggest interest now is stock trading, and every time he asks his son, his son tells him not to touch it.

This time, my son finally said he was almost done, so I took him to the stock market in the middle of the day before he went to school.

"Son, take a closer look. Is this spot safe to enter?"

Zheng Haidi had just finished speaking, and before Zheng Jinxin could reply, Uncle Qian's voice rang out from the side.

"Little stock market genius! Uncle Qian has been waiting for you! Quickly, help Uncle Qian take a look and see if we can get out of this mess!"

Is he trapped again? This Uncle Qian is addicted to stocks; he really treats them like beautiful women.

"Uncle Qian, couldn't you have held onto your money a little tighter? You rushed in so hastily and got trapped again?"

"I haven't come out yet; I'm still stuck in the same situation as last time," Uncle Qian said regretfully.

That shouldn't be! Could it be that I was wrong last time, and Uncle Qian's stocks haven't recovered yet?

Zheng Jinxin was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear last time. I didn't expect your stocks to still be stuck in the last wave."

Now it was Uncle Qian's turn to be embarrassed.

"I managed to break even last time, but I didn't sell because I thought I hadn't made enough. Your dad even reminded me to sell, but I didn't listen."

Oh! Now Zheng Jinxin understood. It turned out that Uncle Qian had been a shareholder in that Yanzhong Industrial Company for the past two years.

"It's okay, just remember to run with my dad this time. There'll be a chance to break even. But, which stocks should we choose this time?"

Zheng Jinxin felt a headache coming on when he thought about this.

"That's right, that's right, you pick one for me. I've never seen you pick stocks before, show us your skills this time."

The two adults looked at him longingly.

Zheng Jinxin began searching his past memories, trying to figure out what was related to stocks.

He recalled drinking beer with Jiang Lin years ago; he remembered that they were drinking Yanjing beer.

He forgot who said it: "Everyone is drinking Yanjing Beer. Yanjing Beer must be the best-selling beer in China."

As a result, Chen Hongjun seemed to say something like: "No matter how well Yanjing Beer sells, it's not as good as Tsingtao Beer. Tsingtao Beer's stock price has skyrocketed."

Thinking of this, he said in a pretentious tone, "Tsingtao Beer is doing well, and its future should be bright."

"Son, could you take a look at Fulong Heating for me?"

Zheng Haidi didn't respond to one of the questions, but instead consulted another.

The three of them happened to be next to the control panel, and they opened the individual stock chart to take a look at the trend.

"He walked quite haphazardly, but at least he didn't fall any further..."

"Hmm???...The key is that this name is good, it has both dragon and wealth in it, soaring to the sky, I think it's good."

Zheng Jinxin approved of this stock.

"Then take a look at Shenzhen Jinxing," Zheng Haidi said, clicking on another stock.

Zheng Jinxin glanced at it and immediately grimaced. "It's already gone up quite a bit, almost 17. Besides, there's no real story behind this stock. Dad, don't bite off more than you can chew. One stock is enough for one wave of market activity. With this little money, it's not enough to spread your funds too thin."

Zheng Haidi nodded as she listened, then turned to Uncle Qian and asked, "Old Qian, can you recommend one to take a look?"

Uncle Qian scratched his head and thought for a while.

"I can't think of anything good, how about... Old Zheng, I think you're quite lucky with money, why don't you just buy something with your name on it?"

"How about Kaidi Electric Power? It sounds like a homonym for your name. If you, Old Zheng, got electricity, wouldn't that little motor be running like a rocket?"

"Isn't this utter nonsense? It's so far-fetched!" Zheng Jinxin couldn't help but complain.

"If I plugged my dad in, wouldn't he get electrocuted?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dad chimed in, then suddenly reminded him.

"Son, it's time for school. You should go to class now. This is a crucial time; don't let anything interfere with important matters."

Zheng Jinxin responded, but he had classes in the afternoon, so he hurried off to class.

As soon as Zheng Jinxin left, Zheng Haidi quickly dragged Lao Qian to buy stocks.

"You weren't in a hurry before, but why are you suddenly in a hurry now? Wait a minute, Lao Zheng, something's not right. Didn't your son say that Kaidi Electric was bad? Why are you still buying this one?"

Old Qian was confused when he saw the stock code Zheng Haidi had entered.

While glancing at the stock charts, Zheng Haidi looked down and said, "Old Qian, do you know why I named my son Zheng Jinxin?"

"Why?" Old Qian asked in astonishment.

"When my son was born, I secretly had someone tell his fortune."

"The fortune teller said that my son's destiny lacks the element of metal, so I used so much metal in his name."

"But now it seems that naming him didn't change his fate. Sigh... So, I will never touch the stocks he likes; I will only invest in those he doesn't."

After Zheng Haidi finished speaking, she pressed enter.

In this transaction, he bought 3000 shares of Kaidi Electric Power at a price of 18.3.

Then he started buying another one.

"You want to buy Shenjinxing?" Old Qian thought to himself, you can't do this to your son, it's too much.

"Didn't your son say that this stock has no real theme, yet it's already risen so high, the risk is too great?"

"Hehe!" Zheng Haidi was not at all submissive in front of her son at this moment, and was very opinionated.

"If there's a theme, the price has already peaked; if there isn't a theme, we can create one later."

"As for the price rising too high, haha... how long has it been consolidating around this level? It's already washed out most of the profitable shares."

"The market was like this before it surged, and everyone thought it had peaked. Humph! Now that it's rising, I think it's just reached the foot of the mountain."

"Oh dear, I don't have enough for 3,000 shares. I should have bought less of the Cadillac shares earlier... Oh well, that'll do."

After saying that, Zheng Haidi bought 2300 shares of Shenzhen Jinxing.

When it was Lao Qian's turn to buy, he muttered to himself as he typed.

"I don't know if you're my biological father or my stepfather. You don't buy any of the stocks your own son recommends... Fine, I'll just buy some Kaidi Electric following your lead."

After saying that, he sold all the stocks he originally held and bought 1,000 shares of Kaidi Electric Power.

Old Qian invested 50,000 yuan in the market, but after his mismanagement, he only had a little over 30,000 yuan left.

The 1000 shares of Kaidi Electric that he bought basically represent half of his portfolio.

As Lao Qian spoke, he made his hands up. Zheng Haidi replied, "Don't even mention that my son chose Tsingtao Brewery. After hearing that my son had chosen beer stocks, I gave up on all beer stocks."

"Didn't you see we chose Chongqing Beer before? I didn't even mention it to my son." (Note: Chongqing Beer later became a major player!)

"Tch!" Old Qian scoffed in dissatisfaction.

"I've never seen a father like you. But I find your son quite pleasing to the eye. I'll still buy some Tsingtao beer, just in case this kid becomes my son-in-law someday."

"Your daughter? Don't even dream about it."

Zheng Haidi retorted, then whispered, "She looks just like you."

Old Qian objected, "What's wrong with my daughter looking like me? It's good genetics!"

"You're a man, and your daughter is a woman, understand?"

Zheng Haidi made a very sarcastic remark, and the conversation could no longer continue.

Old Zheng killed the conversation with just one sentence, and the two remained silent for a long time afterward.

......

In the days that followed, Zheng Jinxin was admitted to a key junior high school as he wished and moved to the school dormitory, which was more than 20 kilometers away from his home. Fortunately, there was a long-distance bus that allowed him to go home every week.

Holding onto rising stocks and not selling them is the most agonizing thing. Zheng Haidi wanted to ask Zheng Jinxin several times when to sell, but she held back.

Later, when he couldn't help himself, he asked, but he asked if the market was about to peak.

Zheng Haidi has learned her lesson this time; she has taken her previous mistake to heart.

He told his son how much his stocks had risen last time, which affected his son's judgment, and as a result, he lost half of what he earned from Dongda Apai.

The key point is that the gains he made over several months were almost the same as the gains he made during the few days he bought less.

So this time, no matter how much his stock price rises, he won't make a fuss about it; he'll only consider selling when his son tells him to.

Unexpectedly, when my son came home for the National Day holiday, he occasionally mentioned the stocks he held.

His main concern lately is that one of the stocks he owns has been renamed Yian Technology.

After the name change, it seemed like the stock had reached its peak and was being sold off, with the price trending downwards. He was worried that if it plummeted, it might fall to his cost basis.

"What? You bought Yi'an Technology?"

The stocks I had been searching for for years without success, my dad found easily in the stock market.

What kind of hands are these? They're practically money-grabbing rakes!

He didn't say a word, but held his father's hand and looked at it carefully, wanting to see what was different about his father's rake compared to others.