When Zhang Fan returned home, the sky had completely darkened.

Both Zhang Youwei and Lu Jing were sitting on the sofa, and the 1930s war film was being played on the TV.

A Japanese officer wearing a yellow military coat spoke fluent Mandarin and was facing a villager with thick eyebrows, big eyes and white turban. He praised him with a thumbs up: "You, a good man!"

Zhang Fan looked at the heroic spirit in the eyes of the villagers and immediately understood that his true identity should be our people's warrior.

Although most of these movies are shoddy props and the plot has no logic, many middle-aged people just watch them with relish, and Zhang Fan's parents are the second one.

After seeing the Japanese officer being deceived by the people's soldiers, Lu Jing looked up and asked Zhang Fan, "Why did you come back so late today?"

Zhang Fan pointed to his buzz cut and replied: "I cut a hair."

Lu Jing looked at her son's short hair, which was much more energetic than yesterday, so she began to educate Zhang Fan again. "The long hair you left before was covered with eyes. How could she look like a student? It's almost the same now."

Zhang Fan nodded obediently and said with a smile: "I think so too, so I just went to the barber shop to cut it."

If it were Zhang Fan from the past, he would have dealt impatiently with Lu Jing's nagging words. "I understand."

Then quickly return to your room and lock the door with your backhand.

But now, Zhang Fan listened to his mother's thoughts, but instead felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

"I miss you!"

The nostalgia of happiness is something that only those who live for a lifetime can have.

In reality, most of my nose is sore and I sigh helplessly.

"I miss my mother nagging."

Zhang Fan, in his previous life, was once very obsessed with rebirth novels for a while, and it was not just that he hoped that he would have the opportunity to make up for his past regrets.

Fortunately, he now has the opportunity to correct the mistakes he made in the past.

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Lu Jing saw Zhang Fan's obedient appearance and felt puzzled. "Is this still my son who is in the rebellious period?"

I originally wanted to question Zhang Fan in detail. "It doesn't take you so long to cut your hair, right? Have you gone online again?"

However, it turned into his mouth. "What do you want to eat tonight? Mom makes it for you."

Zhang Fan tilted his head and thought for a while. "Braised pork ribs and sweet and sour fish."

This is his mother Lu Jing's specialty.

"If you don't have fish, just braised pork ribs." Lu Jing stood up from the sofa and pushed her husband Zhang Youwei again. "Don't stand there, hurry up and chop the bones."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Youwei quickly agreed and extinguished half of the cigarette in his mouth.

"Everything is good for family harmony, but it doesn't matter if you can't get a house. Besides, my family doesn't have a place to live, so it's time to let young people go."

While comforting himself in his heart, Zhang Youwei opened the refrigerator to take out the frozen ribs.

He took a Dahua cigarette to visit Director Liu today, but was scolded by the other party in a serious tone.

"Old Zhang! You are also an old cadre, why are you specializing in these evil ways?"

Zhang Youwei's old face turned red and walked out of the director's office in shame.

At the same time, he cursed in his heart: "What big-tailed wolf is pretending to be?"

While regretting it in his mind, "Oh, if I had known that I should have given more, this grandson's appetite was getting bigger and bigger."

After seeing the Dahua cigarette that was not given out in his hand, he couldn't help but smile. "Now I can finally smoke a good cigarette."

All the cigarettes Zhang Youwei smoked were purchased one by one by Lu Jing, so of course he couldn't count on any good products.

The daily life of raking ears is such a hard time.

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On the other side, Zhang Fan took out the suit, leather shoes and sunglasses in his schoolbag and took a look.

He originally wanted to throw them in the trash can downstairs with toy pistols.

Later, I thought that after all, I spent a lot of hundreds of yuan and was a little reluctant to let it go, so I brought it back.

I have to say that Zhang Fan is rich now, but his consumption concept is still based on saving if he can, and he has not adapted for a while.

After putting these things in the innermost part of the wardrobe, Zhang Fan sat at the desk and took out the homework assigned by the teachers today.

After a simple glance, I put them back in my schoolbag.

"What should I do? I don't want to do these homework at all. It's too simple." Zhang Fan lay on the bed, looking at the white ceiling and sighed.

These are questions that he can know how to answer at a glance. It is really boring and boring to do them, and it is completely unpleasant to make people feel excited.

It's like a middle school student doing addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

This is how Zhang Fan feels now.

After rolling on the bed for a few more times, Zhang Fan sat upright with a carp. "By the way, I haven't thought about how to make money yet?"

Then he immediately fell asleep again. "What money can I make at my age?"

Doing business is definitely not something that can’t do business.

Just like me, even if I can dress up very maturely, I will be exposed as soon as I sign the contract.

"Young man, go back to school and study hard, don't lie."

And even if Zhang Fan takes out the money, others dare not accept it.

If others dare to accept it, Zhang Fan also has to worry about whether the other party will cheat him.

"This is obviously illegal!"

Zhang Fan also knew that housing prices would soar in the future, but he had no desire to invest in real estate.

"With this money, isn't it good to buy the stocks of those big companies I remember?"

The net income of any one of them far exceeds the value added of the property.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan got up and took a notebook, and recorded the names of the big companies he remembered in later generations one by one.

He decided to learn from Buffett, not to look at short-term gains, but to prepare for long-term holdings.

“Apple (20XX), Gu Ge (20XX), Facebook (20XX), Amazon (20XX)....”

These are some high-cap companies that have appeared abroad in the next few decades. Zhang Fan also wrote a number behind each company's name.

Because some of them went bankrupt, what he remembered was the year with the highest market value in his impression.

"Penguin (20XX), Ali (20XX), Maojiu (20XX), etc."

This is in China, and Zhang Fan also marked the year, and some of them went bankrupt.

Now Zhang Fan became energetic and began to write quickly.

Until the end, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not think of a more famous company name.

I put down my neutral pen and rubbed my wrists.

Zhang Fan hasn't written so many words for a long time, and his hands are a little sore.

Looking at the wealth codes he wrote in his notebook, Zhang Fan counted them, a total of 72.

It’s not that Zhang Fan has a bad memory, but that most people around the world only have memories of the above companies.

People cannot live without them.

After carefully hiding the notebook, Zhang Fan came to the glass window that was opened in front of the window.

The sound of the car's horn came from far to near and reached his ears, and the construction site was brightly lit not far away.

Zhang Fan felt that he might be able to win the title of stock god in the future. When others asked why he could be so successful in investment, he pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "I can predict the future."

These words may be used by good netizens as ghosts.

Thinking of this, he felt that he had the desire to show off again.

The wind began to rise from the summer heat when it was blowing on his face. Zhang Fan looked down and there was a constant stream of people on the street.

He suddenly held his mouth with his hands and shouted, "If you have money, please buy a house earlier! House prices will soar."

Zhang Fan thought of his parents and his former self, who were both tortured by housing prices.

"Or what if I can set up a real estate company that is not profitable in the future?" Zhang Fan murmured to himself.

After seeing someone looking up at him, he shouted loudly: "It's true."

It’s just that others only regard Zhang Fan as a lunatic, because housing prices in Guangming City occasionally fall this year, and developers are asking people to buy houses everywhere.

Zhang Fan turned his gaze to the construction site again and shook his head again. "Forget it, this matter is too difficult, it's harder than starting a business."

Zhang Fan worked hard all his life in his previous life, but now he just wants to live lazy.

So even if he knows what industries can make money, he doesn't want to participate in it himself, just want to buy their stocks.

"Thank you to eat meat, I can just drink the soup easily."

With the God of Wealth System and working hard to make money, isn’t this an unnecessary move?

At this time, Lu Jing pushed open the door and walked in, looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "What did you do just howling?"

Zhang Fan replied with a smile: "Help others."

Lu Jing gave Zhang Fan a naughty voice and said angrily: "It would be a good thing if others don't scold you, and I'll disturb your neighbors."

After saying that, he started to educate again. "Don't do this in the future."

"I understand." Zhang Fan walked behind Lu Jing and pushed her shoulders towards the restaurant.

He smelled the scent of braised pork ribs and his stomach began to protest.
Chapter completed!