"In other words, we can recruit people to start work after the New Year?"

"If it goes well, it should be OK."

Fang Chang'an nodded with a teacup, "But there are too few stores. Even if you only open a production line, you can't sell out the shoes produced every month. You have to build the store first."

Chen Chengli threw out two 2 and said casually: "If this happens, you have to prepare to lose money in the early stage to support the workers."

"I'm mentally prepared."

Fang Changan smiled and asked again: "Have you taken the stock?"

Chen Chengli did not support Fang Changan's decision to sell all stocks before New Year's Day, but he also cautiously took some stocks. In the days after New Year's Day, the story was as slight as ever. Moutai stock once fell from its peak of 230 to below 210, with a drop of 20 yuan per share.

The value of the stocks held by Chen Chengli was more than 15 million, so he calmly did not rush to take action. It was not until Tuesday, on the 15th that the Moutai stock price returned to 220, and he took down all the Moutai stocks he held. The average stock price was more than 220, and he recovered about 5 million yuan.

Now that all other stocks in your hand are added together, there are probably less than 10 million.

He said the situation lightly and asked, "Do you still think the stock market will go all the way down?"

Fang Chang'an nodded and said, "The subprime mortgage crisis is still expanding. I read the news that the number of new houses they started to start last month decreased by nearly 20%, the lowest in 16 years... The bubble is so big, it will definitely not end like this."

He said it too confidently, and the reasons and logic were too scarce. Chen Chengli frowned involuntarily, stared at him for two seconds, and said, "There will definitely be a rescue policy over there. The Federal Reserve is expected to cut interest rates soon and will not allow the crisis to expand."

Shen Mo urged, "Don't just say it, play the cards."

Chen Chengli looked at the cards on the table and threw out the king. Fang Changan continued: "Every time there will be a policy of salvation, but the economic crisis will always occur and will not subside immediately, and..."

He paused, "There is a general election there soon, who knows what's going on next."

To be honest, he is actually looking forward to the election in the United States. When the Aoguanhai is coming, will Sichuan Jianguo still be far away?

Chen Chengyan obviously also paid attention to this matter. At this time, major competitors had appeared and the media also reported it. The two then had some discussions on this issue. Fang Chang'an expressed his optimism about Comrade Guanhai.

When Chen Chengyan asked about the reason, Fang Changan explained: "He has a lot of buffs..."

Chen Chengyan's expression was obviously a little surprised. Fang Changan laughed and explained: "This is what the saying in the game is, identity politics, he is more able to mobilize Asian groups to vote, a natural bonus..."

Chen Chengli did not make a direct statement. He was not very concerned about this matter and did not think it was so important. The outside world's consistent perception of the US president is that "it's the same if you hold a dog there" because people promote institutional advantages.

Chen Chengli then talked about this. Fang Changan could not express his direct opposition, but said indirectly, "I think this is all their media publicity. A system left over more than 200 years ago, in the 21st century, can it be advanced? "

When he said this, he was particularly eager to come sooner - at least, at least, he could make the news interesting.

When the two were chatting about this, Shu Mei didn't interrupt much. Shen Mo and Wang Ke were also obediently listening to each other, and the picture had a strange harmony.

During the chat, Fang Changan also played two games of cards, lost all of them, and then borrowed Ben Wittgenstein's "On Logic Philosophy" and went back.

The snow disaster in the south is still continuing, the railway has not recovered, a large number of migrant workers are stranded, and the state urgently repairs and rescues, but after the train is restored, they still have to grab tickets. Chen Chengyan and Fang Lujun finally picked up the air ticket and returned to Yunlong City on the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Fang Chang'an and his team finished the final exam on the same day. After getting off the bus in the town, Fang Changming pushed his bicycle to help him get the bedding. When there was no one at home, Fang Chang'an sneaked into the shoe store again.

Fang Lujun was chatting with the people next to him at the door. When he saw Fang Changan coming, he opened his mouth and cursed: "Damn it... I'm so scared that I'm there for so many days, and I almost couldn't come back..."

Fang Changan smiled and said, "I'm back now, thank you for your hard work."

He pretended to go over to help his father beat his shoulders. Fang Lujun gave over and waved his hand and said, "Gogun, I'm annoyed when I see you, it's messy... I'm almost exhausted."

Fang Lujun probably wanted to emphasize his efforts and contributions, so Fang Chang'an was naturally satisfied. After chatting with his parents for a while, he went to Chen Chengyan's house. Naturally, he was inevitably scolded and teased again.

Chen Chengyan was away from home for more than half a month, and Fang Chang'an didn't stay long. After talking, he said goodbye and left. His father wanted to invite Chen Chengyan to the house for a drink, but he stopped him. Fang Lujun then went to call Fang Luguo's family to come for dinner.

The No. 1 Middle School of the City has given clear treatment conditions to Fang Luguo, and the teacher's apartment has been arranged. The family is already discussing the moving after the New Year.

Fang Changqing and Fang Danran have had a vacation early and have been at home for a while. Fang Changqing has been teaching himself how to open a Taobao store. Although Fang Chang'an has not practiced it, his theoretical knowledge is sufficient and he will give some guidance.

The two families chatted very late, and they didn't go back until after 10 o'clock in the morning. The lights in the living room shone out. The night sky outside was dark, the cold wind was howling, and there seemed to be fine snowflakes falling down.

Fang Changqing said: "It won't snow again, right?"

"Oh, it's normal to snow. It's hard to fall in the south..."

Fang Lujun talked about his experiences and talked a few words, sent the person away, and then went home to clean up and rest.

Fang Changan didn't go to help, and stood at the door and looked outside, and the snowflakes slowly fell.

Thank you for a semester, of course I have to reward myself on the first day of the holiday. Fang Chang'an is ready to sleep in tomorrow morning, but he woke up at around six o'clock.

A faint light shone out from the gap in the curtains. He sat up with great perseverance and looked at it. The wind and snow outside were in a hurry, and it seemed that it had been all night.

Retracting back into the quilt, he stretched out one hand and picked up the phone, then dialed Shen Mo's phone.

"Dou—Dou—"

The phone rang several times before it was connected. Shen Mo was a little confused and confused, and he had a sleepy voice. He was already soft and tender, and now he sounded softer, "Hey..."

"Are you okay?"

"Um……"

The little girl was obviously not awake yet, and she responded in a daze, dragging her little nipples out, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay."

Fang Chang'an was lying inside the quilt, wrapped the quilt tightly, clamped his phone between his ears and the quilt, and said in a gentle voice with a smile that was like coaxing a child to sleep: "I just woke up and suddenly missed you."

On the other end of the phone, the little girl who was lying on the bed and was still asleep blinked twice, as if she had finally woken up. Her delicate little face turned red, and she grabbed the quilt like a conditioned reflex, shrank her body and covered her quilt, and she shrank in, like an ostrich.

Then he thought of something, and stretched out his little hand and grabbed his cell phone into the quilt.

After Fang Chang'an said the stingy words, he heard the phone call and waited for a few seconds before he heard the little girl's voice over there, showing unconcealed shyness and joy: "Didn't you just see it?"

"Nonsense! I've been separated for fourteen hours, and it's almost three autumns."

In the quilt opposite the phone, the girl who experienced this scene blushed and her heartbeats, only to feel that her consciousness seemed to be separated from her body. Her mind was confused, but she could clearly feel that her heart was full of sweetness, as if she was filled with something.

Her hands and feet couldn't help but hug the warm quilt from inside, and her hot cheeks pressed against her phone. She heard her "involuntarily" coquettishly: "Hate!"

His voice was shy and sweet.

This is not his fault, it is obvious that he is acting cute.

The little girl was so embarrassed that she blamed herself in her heart that she heard him say, "It seemed that it was snowing last night. Did it snow there?"

"It's been snowing at your house, and it must be snowing at my house, and it's not very far away."

Speaking of gossip, the little girl's confused head finally slowly recovered her thinking ability. A question flashed through her with some slight sense of consciousness and uncertainty: "Are you being teased?"
Chapter completed!