Chapter 602: Wondering

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"Why do you want to make up the number of words?" said the son, "or accompany me to trade stocks." ”

I didn't go back to my hometown during the winter and summer vacations because of my son, and I wanted to speculate in stocks with him, of course, I couldn't pay attention to the market during the journey.

My husband once again lost confidence in stock speculation and was ready to return the account to us, saying that there was 17,000 in my son's account, and the 96,000 in my account was probably about the same loss. Originally, he was afraid that I would elope with someone with my account, so he locked my ID card and account in the safe, but he lost the money himself.

I definitely can't count this account as an investment and financial error, I can only record it as the expense of "Bao Second Wife" and ask him to sign and draw a pledge.

From this point of view, I offended the nagging of relatives here, and the account recovered could not offset the fact that he accompanied him in the stock market, and his account I finally dealt with with 140,000 yuan, plus he did not leave a child in a year's salary (I saved 10,000 yuan a month in 08), which fully shows that a woman's nagging is to lose her wealth! Even if she nagged strangers on the Internet, she couldn't do it.

However, there was no negative effect on me, first of all, I don't like to save money, secondly, I don't like to spend money, and I finally wrote what others were ashamed to plagiarize, and from then on, no one dared to gossip about me, even if I had any longs and weaknesses and insanity.

However, after all, the people who read my text are in the minority, and those who know it see even less. The day before yesterday, a high school classmate called, just as I was looking at the time when I was about to get up from my lunch break, and she said, "Why did it take so long for you to answer my call?" I thought it was strange at the moment, this was the first call she ever gave me, how could she use such a familiar tone?

In fact, when I accompanied Lao Liang to visit his favorite beauty at the post office on Pulp Street, the two of them discussed nonchalantly: Don't look at the current classmates who are very proud, and they don't look at us, they are really not our colleagues and neighbors in the future, and there is no need to have anything to do with them.

Lao Liang said at the time: Only students who study for a doctorate can be counted as classmates, college students can only be counted as young, and those who are in high school and below are counted as those in their previous lives.

I didn't expect that he is now a Ph.D. student, and those who are studying for graduate school and below are considered to be in his previous life.

A senior brother asked me about Lao Liang, and I said that he was from the preparatory department, and he had never seen him. My brother has been missing for 15 years, and of course I can't betray my friend who has always been with me.

Lao Liang has always encouraged me to write, saying that writing will make me mature. He always thought I was naïve (even though he was two months younger than me) because I always thought of people for good and things for bad. He said that people can get bad and things get better.

Of course, I also hope that Lao Liang will see his own name again one day, but in the current situation, it is very unrealistic to see someone rise step by step. I wondered, do I really have to rely on betraying my classmates, slapping horses, and embezzling and bribery to become an official and become a knight? I can't learn at all, can I really change my fate by changing my name or removing freckles?