Fang Changan shook his head, "I rarely sleep at noon."

Cheng Mengfei looked at Chen Chengyan again, and the latter shook his head. She looked at the time and said, "Then you call us in half an hour."

Soon there were only Fang Chang'an and Shen Chengyan, one reading a book and the other reading a computer. The tea was no longer so hot. Fang Chang'an held the teacup and sucked it, turned around and looked at the computer screen, and asked, "Uncle Chen, is this stock?"

"Um."

Chen Chengyan nodded. He didn't open the market today on the weekend, so he read the stock analysis article.

Seeing that he didn't care, Fang Changan glanced at him and saw that there was a Kweichow Moutai analysis inside, but unlike his impression, the author of the article was not optimistic about this stock.

"Is Moutai not good?" he asked again.

Chen Chengyan was a little surprised that he would be interested in stocks, but given Fang Changan's amazing words just now, he was not disgusted or impatient, and said, "Don't matter whether it's good or not, it's been falling recently."

He sighed, took out a pack of cigarettes from the keyboard drawer, glanced at Fang Chang'an, and put them back, "I'm pretty optimistic. I bought more than 30,000 yuan. When I bought it, I bought it for 36 yuan. Now it has dropped to 21 yuan, and I have lost more than 10,000 yuan."

After Chen Chengyan finished speaking, he thought Fang Chang'an would be amazed at the cost of so much money, but he didn't hear the sound for a while. He turned around and saw his thoughtful expression on his face.

Chen Chengyan was a little strange. Before he could ask, Fang Changan asked first: "Uncle Chen, why are you optimistic about Moutai?"

"I like to drink."

Chen Chengyan answered for granted, and then he saw Fang Changan's mouth moving, his expression seemed a little strange, and he felt even more strange: "What's wrong?"

Fang Changan shook his head, "It's okay, I just don't understand why adults like to drink, and my dad like to drink."

Chen Chengyan smiled and said, "You will understand when you grow up. Well... Of course, drinking is definitely not worth promoting. If you can drink less, try to drink as little as possible."

Fang Changan nodded and said, "Uncle Chen, why don't you tell me about stocks? I'm very curious."

Chen Chengyan was bored anyway and was a little upset. He didn't dislike his little kid's concern for this matter. He said: "This stock is about to put it bluntly. It's almost like doing business in partnership. For example, if I invest 100 yuan, I will account for ten yuan. When I make money, I will be paid 100 yuan..."

Chen Chengyan was long-winded and amateur. Fang Changan curled his lips secretly, and was also curious if he didn't participate, whether he had sold his stocks in his previous life.

Chen Chengyan talked a lot, and then asked Fang Chang'an: "Do you understand?"

Fang Changan nodded, "I understand a little, it depends on whether the vision is good."

Chen Chengyan praised: "Yes, but not necessarily, there are many methods and inside stories... Anyway, you are still young, so you don't need to care about these things, and it's almost done to know these things."

After about a long time of thirst, he picked up the cup and drank two sips, and then spit out two pieces of tea leaves.

Fang Changan didn't say anything, and continued to read his own book. Chen Chengyan didn't talk to him anymore, and continued to browse various articles beside him.

Fang Changan glanced at it, but was still looking at the stock analysis, secretly complaining: If you want to continue reading, you might be fooled.

Fang Changan had very limited understanding of the stock market in this era, but it happened that Moutai was the only one he knew. It was a person who didn’t remember the name at a dinner party. He said that Moutai fell to its worst in 2003, and it was 20 yuan per stock!

At that dinner party, Moutai costs more than 1,700 yuan per share! In other words, if you buy it in 2003, it will increase by more than 80 times, not counting as dividends!!

If Chen Chengyan could save these more than 30,000 stocks until then, it would be more than 2 million, and it would be a big profit if he included inflation!

At almost two o'clock, Fang Chang'an reminded Chen Chengyan. He went to call Cheng Mengfei and Shen Mo to get up. Fang Chang'an also went to the public bathroom downstairs to wash his face.

When I went up, I saw Shen Mo sitting on the sofa in the small living room in a daze. Because I had just woken up, my hair was not tied up, and it was casually spread on my shoulders. My fair and crystal face had not been wiped clean. I obviously had just washed my face, but I was still sleepy. I looked at Fang Chang'an in a daze, blinked my eyes, and rubbed it. My voice asked softly: "Fang Chang'an? Why are you at my house?"

Fang Chang'an said funnyly: "Guess?"

"Hate."

The little girl wrinkled her nose, pouted again, and looked cute, she fell on the sofa next to her, then sat up again, looked left and then, "Oh" and said, "It's not my house."

"Mo Mo, come here and tie your hair up." Cheng Mengfei shouted in the bedroom.

"oh."

Shen Mo responded and walked into the bedroom, Fang Chang'an returned to the study, took a book of Lu Xun, and took a book of "The Siege" and came out again. Cheng Mengfei was also pushing Shen Mo out, and had tied her hair up again.

"I haven't had class in the afternoon, so I can't go there anymore. Let my uncle take you to school."

Cheng Mengfei looked at the book in Fang Chang'an's hand and reminded him: "Don't read extracurricular books during class, do you know?"

She sent the two of them downstairs. Chen Chengyan didn't know when he was already waiting downstairs. When he was about to go out, the aunt who heard the noise came over and handed it over to Cheng Mengfei.

Cheng Mengfei first asked Shen Mo: "Does Momo want milk?"

Shen Mo thought for a second, nodded, and Cheng Mengfei took out a box of milk from the bag and handed it to her, and then handed the bag to Fang Chang'an. "The teacher's house has nothing good, just take some as snacks."

Fang Changan hesitated for a moment, took it over, and whispered: "Thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Mengfei smiled and rubbed his head, "Okay, the teacher won't send it. Anyway, I'll come to you in the future. There are only two people at the teacher's house. They are usually deserted and no one touches those books. Whenever I finish reading them, I will pay it back. Don't be afraid of disturbing me. The first time I come is a guest, and I will not be treated today when I come again next time."

"Yeah!" Fang Changan nodded vigorously and said again: "Thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Mengfei smiled again and patted his head, "Okay, let's go."

Fang Changan nodded, got into the car with Shen Mo, pressed the window and waved at Cheng Mengfei, and then lifted the window when the car drove out of the yard.

In later generations, a small boss with an annual income of just one million yuan is not even an entrepreneur, but his experience from childhood to adulthood has created a stronger and calm heart than most adults.

After being reborn, he has strong purpose and utilitarianism due to the constraints of his young body and his willingness to be unwilling to the status quo, whether it is subjective thoughts or objective actions.

This is even more so with the contact with Cheng Mengfei and Shen Mo.

But at this moment he was really grateful and even a little ashamed.

It was not because of today's invitation, nor because of what was in the bag, but because of what she said last.

No matter what Cheng Mengfei said or said nothing today, Fang Chang'an would definitely find opportunities to come to her house often in the future, but what she said in the end was that she really wanted to take into account the sensitive mentality and fragile self-esteem of a poor boy.

It is extremely rare to look at a twelve-year-old student from the perspective of her teacher and an adult.

From this perspective, it also confirms Fang Chang'an's previous impression of her.
Chapter completed!