Reborn in the 70s, the ascetic soldier dotes on him every night

"Actually, I don't know why this happened." Li Zai spread his hands.

An Yinan was only surprised for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and started looking at his own board.

"You continue." Only three words were left for Li Zai.

As for what the purpose of those old people is, we'll just wait and see.

What’s the point of thinking about those things now?

The hall was packed with people. Some were standing, some were sitting, and some were even squatting. Everyone had receipts and notebooks in their hands, and they were drawing on them from time to time.

"Brother Zhang, have a cigarette." A young man handed over a cigarette.

The man called Brother Zhang looked at the young man and took it with a defiant look on his face, "Light it up for me."

Brother Zhang put the cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the man.

The young man was also quite capable. He immediately took out his lighter, pressed it with great care, and the cigarette was lit.

Brother Zhang took a puff and blew a smoke ring, which blew all over the young man's face. The young man choked and coughed twice, his face flushed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"What's the matter? Just tell me." Brother Zhang, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked at him in a daze and said.

The young man immediately smiled apologetically, his waist slightly bent, with a flattering smile on his face, "Brother, can you tell me why everyone was so excited just now?"

"What's so special about this lady?"

He has been here for half a month, and people often lament, why hasn't his wife come back yet?

Now they are here, but they are not allowed to follow. How can I not be angry?

However, these people actually beat out those who said bad things. This was beyond his understanding. As a native of Hong Kong, no one knew it better than him.

If he hadn't been unable to walk any further, he wouldn't have come here to gamble.

If he wins, he stays alive. If he loses, he chooses a better rooftop. His life is so miserable that he might as well die as be free.

"Madam has chosen the stocks and has never lost money." Brother Zhang said first.

But these words made the young man's mouth open.

No compensation...

How is this done in this stock market?

"Then why didn't the madam let everyone follow?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask more was, why weren't people angry? Moreover, he secretly observed that only a few newcomers who came later than him followed suit and bought shares, while none of the other old people moved.

Old man Zhang glanced at the young man. This kid's thoughts were all left over from his youth. However, there was nothing to hide about his wife's affairs. All the old people in the hall knew about it.

"Madam said that the stocks she recommended are sure to make money, but..." Brother Zhang paused.

When the young man saw his expression, he immediately understood and quickly handed him another cigarette, which was also the only one in the cigarette box.

Although he felt bad, in order to get useful information,...

"He's a good boy."

Brother Zhang took the cigarette and bared his yellow teeth. He had satisfied his craving for smoking today and was not going to beat around the bush.

"Madam also said that she doesn't allow anyone to participate. It's best not to participate. In the end, it will not be worth it." Brother Zhang tapped the boy's forehead.

“But aren’t you afraid that Madam will eat all the food alone?” The young man didn’t understand.

This……

Why do I feel that the culture of this exchange seems different from other exchanges?

Is this still the smoky stock exchange? Or is it some church?

"Eat alone? Madam never eats alone. Do you think these small shrimps can affect Madam? Besides, Madam's transactions are all ahead of us. The more we invest, the more money Madam will make when she closes her positions."

"You are stupid if you don't make money, but my wife is not stupid."

At this time, the person who was speaking was an old man next to him. He kept his eyes closed and didn't even look at the stock market. He looked like an old man.

Sit tight on the Diaoyutai.

That's his current posture.

However, these days, the young man has not purchased any shares. He has limited funds and cannot afford to squander.

What he needs to learn is far more important than this.

"Yes!" But why would Madam invest in stocks that don't make money?

This is even more of a question for the young man, but unfortunately, no one outside can give him an answer.

"Brother, why don't you look at the market?" The young man has been hanging around for more than half a month. He is lively and talkative. He calls everyone brother and is very capable. These old people turn a blind eye to him.

"I saw that no one won the bet!" The man didn't even open his eyes, just sat on the ground, just staying there honestly.

Brother Zhang looked at the changes in his stocks and laughed when he heard what the man said. "He is the famous Pluto of the exchange."

"Hades?"

"Any stock he chooses will go down the drain."

“Later, people from the exchange asked him every day which one he would invest in, and then everyone avoided his choice.”

The young man widened his eyes. Is there anyone so unlucky?

He thought he was unlucky enough, but he didn't expect that the world is so big and there are all kinds of strange things.

"But he is also lucky." Brother Zhang sighed.

"what?"

That's it, and I'm lucky?

He was a little afraid to look at this word directly.

"When he was about to jump off the building, his wife came." Brother Zhang sighed and thought of the people in the previous exchange. How many of them jumped off the building because they couldn't hold on any longer?

Which building in Hong Kong City is innocent?

Those familiar people disappeared one by one. They came to the exchange to gamble, to gamble their lives.

Win and live.

Lose, die.

In this era, life is the least valuable.

"So... don't let me hear you say bad things about the lady." The man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. One of his eyes was white, and only one eye could see people.

But that look was fierce and murderous.

When he closed his eyes, he looked like an old man, peaceful and kind.

But when he opened his eyes, he was not surprised to hear that he was a killer.

"I can't." The young man waved his hand quickly.

The man didn't say anything, but just looked at him, and his eyeballs rolled around, looking at him with a bit of scrutiny, which was frightening.

Then he closed his eyes and continued to sit on the ground without saying a word.

"He is a one-eyed man. He said that his life was saved by the Madam. He hates to see anyone say anything about the Madam. You better be careful."

"Otherwise it will really..."

Brother Zhang made a gesture of wiping his neck, and when he saw the young man taking a step back in fear, he bared his teeth and laughed.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the young man's back. If he wanted to survive in this exchange, the lady was someone he must not offend.

In this world of interests, he felt for the first time the meaning of following.