Chapter 788: Sales Pitch (13)

Blue Mandala: Selling [Varu Alan]

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Xiao Luo doesn't believe that Lao Zhang is a human spirit, and he won't look away. I said, "If you don't believe me."

Lao Zhang has been learning to trade stocks since his father bought Feilo Audio in 1984, and has never done anything else for more than 20 years, except for stock trading. Since the first day of the Shanghai market, there has been no delay in any trading day, and it is all about watching. I think that no matter how erudite and strong I am to remember, it is impossible to be more refined than him in this virtue of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

Although I promised Xiao Luo to speculate together in the big market, and I still remember the feeling of placing an order to pull the price limit together, but if I don't get divorced, I don't have the interest to devote myself to it again. Money is the root of sin for people like my husband, not to mention that I can't save money without divorce, so what if 30,000 yuan is a hundredfold?

Since my husband confiscated my stock account, not paying attention to the stock market has made me feel very good, and I don't feel how smelly the chickens and ducklings are.

When the sun sets, looking down from the terrace, I find that the pigeon keeper is actually setting up a stall on the side of the road, and wants to sell his pigeons to passers-by?

I have to buy things until others beg and give them something, and others thank me for saving his job. When I bought a house, I gave away fine decoration, and I also gave 35,000 yuan shopping coupons for New World Mall, bought all the things that I could use in the supermarket, and bought some brand-name fashion when I was rich. I bought a digital camera and gave away a halogen oven. The mother-in-law laughed, and the size of the giveaway was more than 20 times larger.

Now it's the cheapest clothes, but it's just that people call and say that the seasonal sale, which is cheaper than the wholesale price, and I don't go, because I can't wear it, and my clothes won't wear out since I was a child, and now it's rare to stay at home all day and even wear dirty clothes.

My husband still likes to queue up to grab a purchase. When I arrived in Tianjin, I waited until I was hungry to go to the Dumpling Garden to eat dumplings that claimed to have 100 varieties, but there was no one in line, and I wondered if it was really a famous snack. When it comes to closing at half past two in the afternoon, no one is exempt. I thought it was run by Muslims, and there were no restaurants open nearby, so they were all closed. Finally, under the guidance of the locals, I went to a dirty vegetable market to eat a bowl of ramen, and I felt like I had returned to the 80s of the last century.

When I came home to eat at night, he looked like a refugee, and said that I talked so much that he had to answer and delayed the meal.

I remember in 1995, we lived in a bungalow next to the vegetable market, and he was very comfortable to buy groceries and eat, which was convenient and affordable.

I remember that the temperature reached more than 30 degrees Celsius, we walked to Tongren Hospital for a pregnancy test, and the doctor said: the fetal heart rate is 148 times per minute, and no abnormalities have been found so far.

I was uncomfortable hearing the word "yet", but my husband was smiling, because according to his mother's standard for predicting the sex of the fetus, it should be a boy.

That day, I realized that it is not pain but joy that enables us to discover the true meaning of life. Pain is like a plowshare, but it only lifts up a layer of soil and provides the possibility of new life force, but understanding the true meaning of life requires joy to burst out from the bottom of the heart.

There are people who can never understand, such as children, such as men, such as women who have never had children and are pregnant in fear.