Chapter 50 Chun Xuan
The lights are on.
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I returned home from Yangcun. It happened to be the evening rush hour. It took me more than an hour to get home.
Chang Xian turned on the TV to take a shower. After taking a shower, he came to the living room. A financial program was being played in the TV.
The host and two experts are talking nonsense:
"Teacher Jin thinks the stock market can recover in the second half of the year?"
"It should be possible. Since the promulgation of the "Several Opinions" at the beginning of the year, the stock market has once broken through 1,500 points. Although it has fallen during this period, as the infrastructure of the securities market continues to advance, the future prospects of the Chinese stock market are very promising."
"What about Teacher Nie's point of view?"
"It is estimated that next year or even in the next few years, we will continue to deepen and refine the value investment concept. The biggest feature of the new core stocks is the continuous rapid growth in performance. The stock price of each stock is not a vicious speculation, but is increased under the real growth of performance."
“So what stocks do you think you should invest in?”
"I think new core stocks will perform well next year or even in the next few years. Taking CIMC Group as an example, the company's performance has not only maintained stable growth for 10 consecutive years, but also has a trend of accelerating growth..."
OK, keep talking nonsense.
In 2004, almost all investors around the world were making money, except for the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets.
In recent years, the trend of China's stock market has been sluggish and the market confidence is insufficient. After a brief rise in the first half of the year, the stock index continued to fall in the second half of the year, and the Shanghai Stock Exchange broke through 1,300 points, a recognized "policy bottom" of the market.
The reason is that as the problems accumulated over the years such as equity split and deep structural contradictions gradually exposed, the concentrated exposure of problems such as risky securities firms has caused the stock market to be sluggish.
However, this has nothing to do with Chang Xian, because he clearly remembers that shortly after he graduated, "Finance" magazine published "The Shame of Funds", and Mr. Wu Jinglian directly compared the Chinese stock market to a casino, and it was worse than a casino.
Because there are rules in other people's casinos, such as you cannot read other people's cards, and the Chinese stock market can not only read cards, but also cheat and cheat and turn the tables.
He doesn't play this, he can increase his understanding of finance, and he can also watch it as a crosstalk and enjoy it.
Sometimes this world is quite fun, and everyone is playing cross-border.
The crosstalk is serious like a newspaper, but the expert has his upper lip next to the sky and his lower lip leaning against the ground, which is more fun than Ma Sanli.
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He happily watched the experts talking about financial crosstalk, while taking a look at Mr. Shi Shuqing's "100 Questions on Basic Knowledge of Antique Collection".
He felt that his foundation was too weak and he would make up for his shortcomings as soon as he had time. Only then did he understand what hanging materials were, what was Huangyu, who was Wu Zhifan, and what was Bo Diyangwen...
"Hey, the deeper the knowledge means the deeper the water..."
Chang Xian finally closed the book, twisted his neck, looked at the clock on the wall, and then unconsciously looked at the door.
He made an appointment with Mou Duanming and invited him to come over.
"Bang bang bang"
Hearing the knock on the door, Chang Xian rushed to open the door, and a Gu Jingbubo's face appeared at the door.
He now has a lot of things to do, so he specially invited Mou Duanming to Zhangyan and asked him about his next plan.
"Brother Mou, you're here. I'll make tea for you."
"If you are not busy, take a look at things first."
Mou Duanming looked at Sang, but he acted decisively and went straight to the point.
The two of them entered the house, and Mou Duanming looked at it slowly. He glanced around the house, and the thing was clear at a glance.
First, a chair next to the sofa was a small thing that I often bought from Hangu.
Mou Duanming was a little surprised: "Haha, have you never seen it? This thing is called a Zen chair, how did it come about?"
The style of this chair is very strange. The armrests are retracted and are very short. The stool is very long, far beyond ordinary chairs.
The noodles are begonia noodles, which had originally had patterns on them, but had already fallen off.
The head is intact, the big edge is also very round, there are no floral teeth, the bottom foot is round, and there are a circle of feet.
The chair has a dark red color, and dark brown is sandwiched between the dark red. The texture is oblique and interlaced. It looks oily, like a layer of wax, which is very textured.
Speaking of this, Chang Xian also looked funny: "This is what I bought in Hangu. When I sit on this thing, people can't lean on their backs, and they can't hold a handrail. They don't touch the sky or the ground. They don't sit next to each other, and it feels uncomfortable to sit."
"That family was so disgusted. They were about to saw it as a chopping material, but I spent 100 yuan to pick it up."
Mou Duanming smiled silently: "No wonder, except those who practice Taoism and Zen, there are still a few people who know how to sit on this thing?"
"When you sit in a meditation chair, you have to sit cross-legged to lean back and with your armrests. The Zen chair is a meditation chair that is cross-legged."
"Okay, I've got a hole!"
Mou Duanming took a photo of the chair and said, "It's a real thing, with a simple and simple style, it should be something from the late Ming Dynasty. There were the most Zen chairs there. You are from old mahogany, and what I see is usually round, this is crabapple noodles, and the appearance is so good, it's good."
"Where is this thing?"
He then pointed to the old plaque leaning against the living room wall.
"I just got it back in the afternoon."
Chang Xian turned on all the lights and said, "It feels heavier than ordinary wood, and I feel smelly sweaty when I move it up!"
Chang Xian is not an exaggeration. He lives on the seventh floor. The plaque is large in size and heavy in weight. He asked Da Cui, the sausage-grilled sausage, to help him carry it up.
I wanted to give money, but I almost angered people.
In the eyes of the man from Yan Zhao, there is nothing to ask for money. Isn’t this abstaining from others?
...
The old plaque under the light is magnificent, about two meters long and about one meter two wide. It should be hung on the clan temple, with four large characters in Yan style engraved on it.
This is a common plaque in aristocratic families across the country, and it is the most elegant word to wish parents health and longevity.
In ancient times, men lived in the front hall and planted tung trees outside the hall. Because the big tung trees lived long, the ancients used it to describe their fathers.
The saying comes from "Zhuangzi·Xiaoyaoyou".
"In ancient times, there was a big toon, which was considered as spring for eight thousand years and autumn for eight thousand years."
Beitang is my mother's residence.
"The Book of Songs·Wei Feng·Boxi": "How can I get the grass on the back of the tree?"
"天" is the same as "春", and "春" is a grass that forgets worries, which was used by the ancients to describe their mothers.
Therefore, "Beitang Xuan" refers to the mother. "Xuantang" refers to the mother's living room, and also to the mother.
Don’t ask what the Forget-Wait Grass is, it’s daylily.
Now the west wind is rising eastward, and a friend asked grandma that she is ninety years old, and the whole family has been holding it for a long time and don’t know what auspicious words should the elderly say for a birthday.
You can use "Yuanhua Yongmao". Your mother's mother is healthy and long-lasting and youthful. Do you think it is appropriate?
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Let's go far, look at this plaque again.
The sword of time washed the plaque beyond recognition. The black lacquer on the plaque and the golden color of the big characters were mottled. There were three cracks on it, which could be seen that it was inlaid with four boards.
Because it is piled up in the corners of the wall and after years of storm, mud and sand have also left spots on this old plaque.
Chapter completed!